Haggard "All'inizio È La Morte" paroles

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Tremens factus sum ego
Et timeo
Dum discussio
Venerit at que ventura ira
Et timeo
Dum discussio
Venerit at que ventura ira

Herbei, ihr Leut' - das Fest beginnt
Nehmt Platz auf besten Rängen
Seht, wie der flehend Mann dort kniet
Seht den Ketzer, ich sag, er soll brennen heut' Nacht
Soll ihn spür'n, den Tod, er kommt langsam und lacht
Und als die Töchter des Teufels er nennt
Die Sense den Faden des Lebens zertrennt

Und als sein letzter Schrei erstirbt
Die Flammen ihn verschlingen
Und Kindesweinen bricht die Still....
Seht zur Asche ward er, der die Lügen erzählt
Im Zeichen des Kreuzes
Hat er seinen Tod selbst gewählt
Doch unsere Seelen sind rein...

Doch unsere Seelen sind rein...

Schenkt aus den Wein!

Profundis Clamavi
And as the dark procession then as been fulfilled
For their god - a sacrifice - his blood was spilled
So Death took him to mother's chest
Where he may rest..

And the weather says, it's springtime
See the leafs in darkest green
And his screams hall in the nightly breeze
And his darkened sorrows seed

Dark are all the autumn nights
Where mind and stars unite
Knowing forbidden wisdom
And all the things he sees
Collected in a chamber
Secrets of astronomy

The rage in their eyes
Torches in their hands
And the power of the cross
Bringing fear to all the land
... and darkness comes to us all!

Profundis Clamavi!

And as the dark procession...

Schenkt aus den Wein!

I am made to tremble
And I fear
'Till the judgment be upon us
And the coming wrath
And I fear
'Till the judgment be upon us
And the coming wrath 1

Gather 'round, you people, the feast begins
Sit down, the best seats in the house
See the begging man who's kneeling there
See the heretic - I say, he shall burn tonight
He shall feel death, it's coming slowly, laughing
And as he names the devil's daughters
The scythe cuts the thread of his life

And as his final cry fades
The flames engulf him
And the crying of a child breaks the silence
See, he turned to ashes, he who told lies
Under the cross
He brought his death upon himself
But our souls are pure

But our souls are pure

Pour the wine!

I called out to you from the depths 2
And as the dark procession then as been fulfilled
For their god - a sacrifice - his blood was spilled
So Death took him to mother's chest
Where he may rest..

And the weather says, it's springtime
See the leafs in darkest green
And his screams hall in the nightly breeze
And his darkened sorrows seed

Dark are all the autumn nights
Where mind and stars unite
Knowing forbidden wisdom
And all the things he sees
Collected in a chamber
Secrets of astronomy

The rage in their eyes
Torches in their hands
And the power of the cross
Bringing fear to all the land
... and darkness comes to us all!

I called out to you from the depths!

And as the dark procession...

Pour the wine!