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THOUSAND TRIBES LYRICS
"Pagan Gods" (2001)
1. First Day Underground
2. Smell of Battles
3. Das Verhnachlassigte Shloss (Venarium)
4. Pagan Gods (Part I.)
5. Pagan Gods (Part II.)
6. Pagan Gods (Part III.)
7. Alma Mater *
8. The Dance
9. Uchodjasij V Zimu
10. Sleeping Beauty **
1. First Day Underground
First handful of ground dropped down
The last sunray is looking in your eyes
Wind's taking away words of a sad song
It doesn't matter
You will never hear the human voice
You will forget the birds songs
You will see only roots
You will be alone forever
Your first day underground
Chorus:
Do you have a dream?
Your favourite color
Is black day and night
Do you retain your joys & sorrows?
Your first day underground
Scenes of the past is soon growing dull
They will be disappearing year by year
You will never recollect your name
It seems you live here forever
Smiles, tears, words & emotions
Like dropping leaves were collected & burnt
Nobody will hear you
Nobody will betray,
Nobody will hear your silence of despair
In dark & awful space
Chorus:
Do you have a dream?
Your favourite color
Is black day and night
Do you retain your joys & sorrows?
Your first day underground
2. Smell of Battles
Smell of battles is in the air.
The souls of dead warriors don't stop worrying
The nowadays sons.
Covered by their ideas they are in war.
They cant get anything their,
But never the less they are going to die.
War became their idol.
They live only for war,
Because they don't know anything else.
And they rise the weapon given
By their LORD again and again.
But they crucified their LORD
On their lenses.
They are in WAR
From the very beginning.
And they don't know why they do it.
They make heroes and throws them down.
Though they always ready to follow
The new tyrant.
This war can't be over when they are gone.
As their souls will return
Thirsting for blood.
3. Das Verhnachlassigte Shloss (Venarium)
Die finster bruchstucke liegen mitten
Auf den grauen Felsen
Die bruchstucke des schloss wahren den Durchgang
Die alte wande wahren die zeit
Weil haben sie nichts anderes zu wahren
Nur raben wohnen jetzt hier
Sie krachzen und fliegen ringsum
Als sehen sie einen mann
Nur verworren schatten der zeit
Sich spiegeln weider
Auf diesen finster und vergessen ort
Und dunkele steine wahren unruhige traume
Uber vergangenheit und uber die menschen
Die ihnen gebaut haben vor jahrhunderte
Kein krieger wird in den hocken turn eintreten
Kein krieger wird auf die grunen hugel sehen
Nur das echo bummelt durch die menschen leeren sale
Du gehist auf die zerbrechten hiesen als der besitzer
Die ehemalige grosse krieger und konigen sehen
Aus der wand zu seine gestalten werden aus radierten
Bei der zeit. Seine Sachen werden vorgessen aber sein
Gespenst ist hier
Der sand bedeckt die vergessene steine
Und alles verwandelt sich in der staub
Aber der illusorische schloss erhebt sich in der
Besinnung wie er war
Sein bedruckendes schweigen drukt auf die
Angst gegenuber seine grosse
Nur reihen der ritze winden sich in der alten wand
Und du stellst dich einem konig vor
Wann der schloss gross und stark war
Wer besitzt ihn dort? Wer regiert dort?
Welche macht hat ihn zerstort?
Die einsame bruchstucke werden mit dem
Efeu umgerankt, mit dem moos bedeckt,
Mit der zeit und schweigen verhullt
Sie sind fur mann in der finsternis
Der felsen unsichtbar
Sie werden verlassen, im stich gelassen ohne
Schreie der feinden, ohne kampf und ohne verrat
Seine winderhalle haben langsam verstummt
Man darf nur mutmassen, wie diese bruchstucke sind
Und welches geheimnis sie wahren.
4. Pagan Gods (Part I.)
PROLOGUE
Fires are blazing on the grey hills
We are seeing off our gods
They are going with the cold wind
Accompanied with our laudatory songs
We made a song
About each of them
For our children to remember
To whom their forefathers were bowing
5. Pagan Gods (Part II.)
6. Pagan Gods (Part III.)
EPILOGUE
Every day I wait for them to come back
With the old, nice song I call them back
To where they lived and ruled some time ago
Into the world which they had created
Into the world given for human power
And forests covered with snow,
And hills that remember fires and fights,
And forgotten graves waiting for you
Among the holy oak woods
And I call you with the song
That our fathers created
When you had left
7. Alma Mater *
8. The Dance
Ancient Gods send me a vision
And I saw...
A new faith on the Northern Land
Veiled the Old God's faces from glances
Some hearts only still keeping
The memory of the past
To the ancient heathen temple
An old man came
A crook covered with runes
Sized in his hand
Sitting by the stone image
Done on the ground
He Smiled
He said:
"My old eye can see the things
A few can see
A lot of my people died
Denying a new god
But the new temples
Are covered with patterns
Our temples were cowered with
Let them frame
The angels & saint's faces
In songs about Christ
Our melodies are kept
This is the way to save our traditions
Our baptized children dance
On the holly glade
The Old Dances
They sing about the new saints
Like ancient scalds
About the Asgard Gods"
The Dance:
The Dance of the Vans people
Is like the dance of a swan
Girls dancing & circling around
A fire like feathers
They seem to fall in it
But the fire is friendly to them
It doesn't want to swallow them
It plays with them
Like father with his daughters
Fellows singing, girls laughing
Logs cracking merged
The sound of thunder was
Heard from the Heathen
The Ancient Gods threw the lightning
To show their joy
Of the man children
9. Uchodjasij V Zimu
 çåðêàëàõ ãëàç ìîèõ
Îòðàæåíèÿ íî÷è
˸ä äàë¸êèõ âåðøèí
Âå÷åí è ïðî÷åí
Ìåðöàíèÿ áëåäíûõ çàðíèö
Îòáëåñêè áðåäà
È íàä ìîåé ãîëîâîé
Ëèøü ò¸ìíîå íåáî
Ðàñïðîùàâøèñü ñ äðóçüÿìè íàâåê
Ëèø¸ííûå ñâåòà
 áåñêîíå÷íûõ õîëîäíûõ ïîëÿõ
Èùåì îòâåòà
Ñîçäàíèé íåâèäèìûõ ø¸ïîò
Ëüñòèâûå ðå÷è
Çàêîâàë àðêòè÷åñêèé õîëîä
Øåþ è ïëå÷è
Ðàçðåçàÿ ïîêðîâû êëèíêîì
Ïûòëèâîãî âçãëÿäà
Ñåðäöå ñâî¸ óáåðå÷ü íå ñóìåë
Îò ãîðüêîãî ÿäà
ß ñòðåìèëñÿ ê çàâåòíîé ìå÷òå
Ñæèãàÿ ìîñòû
ß îñòàëñÿ îäèí
Ñîâåðøåííî ñâîáîäåí
Ñðåäè ïóñòîòû
10. Sleeping Beauty **
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