Dark roses of Death

Ces chansons qui me transportent

Over Old Hills- Summoning

le 04/03/2007 à 15h21

The air was neither night or a day,
But faintly dark with softest light
When first glimmered into sight
The Cottage of Lost Play


You and me - we know that land
And often have been there in
The old days, old days
The dark child and a fair
Was it down the paths of firelight
Dreams in winter cold and white,
Or in the blue-spun twilight, twilight hours
The air was neither night or day,
But faintly dark with softest light,
When first there glimmered into sight
The Cottage of Lost Play


And why we never found the same
Old cottage, or magic
Track that leads between a silver sea,
Between a silver sea
And those old shores and gardens fair
Where all things are that ever were -
We know not, You and Me
We know not, You and Me


Those old shores and gardens fair
Where all things are
That ever were


The air was neither night or day,
But faintly dark with softest light,
When first there glimmered into sight
The Cottage of Lost Play
And those old shores and gardens
Where all things are that ever were
We know not, You and Me,
We know not, You and Me


And these old shores
And gardens fair
Where all things are
That ever were (before)
Air was neither night or day
But faintly dark with softest light
When first there glimmered
The Cottage of Lost Play

Une autre chanson magnifique, comme toutes celles de Summoning d'ailleurs^^. Une ambiance presque magique se dégage de ce morceau...

Summoning- Marching Homewards

le 03/03/2007 à 11h25

 

Here beside me.

Under endless howling winds


My dying race is wandering homewards.


Led by an old man to shores.

 

 That don't exist.


Just emptiness remains...


On and on goes our march gruesome as the light of sun
 

Cold as winds that hide in me hour after hour


 Day after Day my lullaby is turning and falls gently on this sleeping land



Like a hawk trembling of hunger and like a burning source...



burning source..

 

Two years have passed and still my race is wandering through foreign shores..

 


Homewards...


 

My soul is now formed as a knife forwards


The heart of your heaven.


And so I die...


Still my folk keeps on marching...


Homewards...homewards...

 

Voici une superbe chanson de Summoning, sans conteste un de mes groupes favoris

(Tirée de l'album Minas Morgul)
 

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