Текст песни Мартиэль - Замок Наэрта

Ancient memory, a formidable secret.
The hands in the gesture of curses are thrown up.
You still believe: this is an accident.
But they pay expensive for chance.

Black with white blood is erased
The sky is blossom in the flame of the sky ...
The sorcerers are strange right -
Make art with an instrument of death.

Remember how the echo was beating about the cliff,
Stars, like leaves, poured into the sea?
Remember those walls in the dead grin.
Lightning blades in an ominous pattern?

Now - abandoned and forgotten
Forest, which was once a green song.
Roots and branches - as if under torture,
A cry of dumb in mutilated crowns.

Proud towers are now in ruins,
Only the wind remembers ancient songs.
Black The Lunar Valley, Black
Naert Castle, where are your children?!

A skilled hunter will direct the hand;
The screech of the bowstring is a song about death.
The goals have reached the sworn arrows,
Only red dew at dawn will flare up.

Gloomy raven in velvet at night,
Jay, like in a halo, in the glow of the morning,
Where are you? Only the cold of forgotten prophecies
It will become the answer of the heritage of the wise.

A boy in a fire of an covered house,
Like a sister hugging a flute;
A horseman, flying a star from a cliff, -
The mourning anthem of the departing summer.

Faithful souls of owls and panthers
A spell chained the stones forever.
Spells collapsed, the door is locked,
And the departed brothers will not return.

Wounds with grass will not be able to
The time of ruins will not hide dust ...
The sorcerers are strange right -
Great power prove blood.

Ancient memory, a formidable secret.
The hands in the gesture of curses are thrown up.
You still believe: this is an accident.
But they pay expensive for chance.