Текст песни Nova Svart - Dark Clouds Over Yershalaim

Once upon a time in the city
What was damned with hight intension
Among the myriad of shadows in palace
And rosebuds torn to pieces

There where two men left
In the pale marble glow of the moon
Their eyes meet in silent singing
Of their souls...

And that moment is eternal and beautiful in its oblivion
On the eve of the fateful storm and lightning,
Dissecting the reality of being on a set of small parts
Only light scent of changes

Faith in nowhere
Divine disorder
Falling (Falling) shadow
Now this is over
Of gods favorite creation
Now absorb this pain of all damn generation

Yershalaim was devoured in dusk
Now you can grab your mask
The great city, creator of worlds fate
Deafening thunder swept over our heads
No one can know the secrets of the dead

Once upon a time in the city
What was damned with hight intension
holy land was lited up by sunrise
reflected in the silver morning dew

There where one men left
Noble gray touched his hair
And sadness touched his face
He didn't know that a new aion begins

Begins there

Aeon of the conquerors and tyrants
Aeon of bloody days and nights
Aeon of war and death for empty words
Aeon of hypocrisy and envy

And only dagger's shine in the moonlight
Quiet ringing of thirty silver coins
From a purse of traitor

Faith in nowhere
Divine disorder
Falling (Falling) shadow
Now this is over
Of gods favorite creation
Now absorb this pain of all damn generation

Yershalaim was devoured in dusk
Now you can grab your mask
The great city, creator of worlds fate
Deafening thunder swept over our heads
No one can know the secrets of the dead