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The wizard's last rhymes |
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The aim of the serpent, the serpent’s creation Reveals itself now through crystal spheres He’s riding the waves as a real conqueror Colliding with ships, the ships of the kings He owns… your sword ! The emerald weapon, the steel of the heroes Flow the black tears of dark angels Your blade is now serving the dark force… The evil source of the unborn The truth is there… in his hand Quando corpus morietur fac ut animae donetur Starless is my night, silent is my ride Trough the paradox of wisdom… To the sea of souls Nel silenzio tragiche realta’… Fire is brazing fast across the bloody red sea The sunlight is fading on him These are the wizard’s last holy sights… The wizard’s last rhymes We are reaching the brutal, the tragic dimension Led by reflections, reflections of death The ghosts in the fog… wander lamenting While violence devours my wasted brain Let me… awake ! The astral bewitchment is the fatal witness Of created surge of chaos I reflect the constellations fall Now close your eyes and fight blind The moon is dying don’t fear his might Quando corpus morietur fac ut animae donetur Starless is my night, silent is my ride Trough the paradox of wisdom… To the sea of souls Nel silenzio tragiche realta’… Fire is brazing fast across the bloody red sea The sunlight is fading on him These are the wizard’s last holy sights… The poem’s tragic rhymes Fierce blows the wind, infinite fires On Elnor sea… hail to the king ! He died as brave, oh valiant hero But so in vain, facing the storm… the storm ! And soon the snakes of the abyss Swallowed the mighty woodships While the waves of the bloody ocean Were reaching the walls of the falling town… My brothers’ limbs, food for those snakes Their divine steel, deep under me… under me ! Quando corpus morietur fac ut animae donetur Starless is my night, silent is my ride Trough the paradox of wisdom… To the sea of souls Nel silenzio tragiche realta’… Fire is brazing fast across the bloody red sea The sunlight is fading on him These are the wizard’s last holy sights… The poem’s tragic rhymes |
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