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GREAT VAST FOREST LYRICS
"Where the Warriors Ride..." (1999 Demo)
1. Masters of the Old War
2. Majestic South
3. Imperial Moon
1. Masters of the Old War
Full of hate and carelessness
this will be the army to march
for the land of the noble warriors
in hymns of glories with axes and swords
watered in christians blood
See... they implore for death
but the sufferance
wants to possessed your bodies
your screams hopeless
fortify our spirit for the war.
To defend our honour, our land
and to squash our enemies
to create the chaos
and reach the victory
this is the empire that will survive
in flames
Listen the sing of the amazons,
in the sound of the trumpets
they call you for fight
with impiety dominate the cold blood
cover the eyes of hate
then is the art of the old war
that burn the soul
of the nocturnal guardians
The flesh contortion
to touch in the wire of the blode
and among the shadows the shoul
of the black crow
annunciate the arrival
of the hordes of the darkness
is the supremacy commins
the pure domination.
2. Majestic South
The angel of the cold light
guide the brightness of my steel
for the infidelity and the freason.
I have devotion to strenght of the evil
and to the majestic gods.
I follow this trill way
by the old dominators
The war is thefreedom
of my followers
and we have thirst of glory
for one majestic south.
Oh! Impure palace of shadows
you are the portalto my fiancee
of the night.
I am your eternal black warrior,
guardian of the wisdom,
master of the infamous orgies
and I load the arrogance of
the blood of my ancestors.
Gélidas terras do sul
de vastas florestas
- Herança de Geadas -
Ours cold winds blows like voices
comming from a winter land.
3. Imperial Moon
The moons describes
the mournful face
of the goddess lovely
and yours immense pleasures.
I follow your light
until the altar of stones
I see the orgy of the witches
and the barbarian warriors
of the darkness
They are the children
of the full moon
at nights of devolution.
The imperarial moon
illuminates the ways
of the forest.
A gray fog involves
the image of the black castle.
I fell the power of the past.
In sights running through
the walls of the cold castle.
Old kings govern
the esoteric power
setting free the black arts
for a night with eternal eclipse.
On remains of the temple
my sacred axe of fire cuts the darkness
Then i follow this journey
following your immortal face
in the imperial moon.
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