Текст песни Tvangeste - Damnation Of Regiomontum

Damnation Of Regiomontum

[Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Miron]

Clouds hide the sun
Fire blinds my eyes
Smell of death around of me
Like a shadow ...

Only sword in arm
Sorrow in my heart
Only hatred in my mind .....

GROUND of my land have now became red
It can not take the blood anymore
Shouts of dying like an echo
of the greatest tragedy come to my land
With the servants of alien god ...

Regiomontum a garden on ashes
I roam in your infernal shadows
And only moonlight shines my mournful way
Regiomontum new life on the site of fire

Town the phantom in a fog of centuries
As a shelter of souls, crippled in sacred war ...

For the name of goodness and love
Drowning in blood of the innocent people
For the name of goodness and love
Orphaned land, life transformed in ashes

When you'll lay down in a bed of Death
Ridden by fear of Uncertainty
Think of your life before you'll draw your last breath
Think of your sins in reality ...
Christian
Christian

It's not rain that has spilled from the sky
It is tears of my people
It is not the rivers with pure water
It is the rivers of blood of my people
Now all of us are dead
There is nobody to raise children
There is nobody to harvest
Sacred fire has gone
Vaidelot's Sacred fire

The Land of our ancestors is grasped by the flame of war
The air is filled by bitterness
There is no the taste of freedom here anymore
Only grief about native ground
Only Unending rain and lonely warrior Mourn about
The Great nation exterminated for the name of goodness and love

The land of our ancestors in flames of war,
And the air was filled with bitterness ...
And there it has more sweet taste of freedom
Only sorrow for the native land,
Earth black refer to the red
For too can not absorb the blood of their sons
Only the endless rain and a lone soldier mourn the ancient people,
Cut off & quot; in the name of goodness and love & quot; ...

That's Russian translation:

& quot; The Curse of the Royal Mountain & quot;

The sun hid behind the clouds,
Fire dazzles me ...
The smell of death around me
Similar to the shade ...

In my hand a sword,
In my heart a mountain,
In my mind only hatred ...

Land of my homeland blushed
She can no longer bear
Death sound like an echo
The greatest tragedy that had come to my country
With the servants of a foreign god ...

Royal Mountain, the garden in the dust,
I wander in your infernal shadows ...
Only the moonlight covers my sorrowful way
Mount Royal, a new life in the monastery of fire ...

Ghost Town in the ambient fog -
As a haven for souls slain in the holy war ...

& quot; In the name of love and goodness & quot ;,
Drowning in the blood of innocent people ...

& quot; In the name of love and goodness & quot;
They ravaged the country, turning life in the ashes ...

Lying on his deathbed,
Terzi fear of uncertainty,
Think about your life before you breathed his last,
Think of your sins in reality ...

Christians ...
Christians ...

This - not shed rain,
And the tears of my people ...
This - not clean river water,
A river of blood of my people ...
We are all dead now
There is no one to raise children,
There is no one to harvest from the fields ...
The sacred fire was gone,
Vaydelota holy fire ...

The land of our ancestors in flames of war,
And the air was filled with bitterness ...
And there it has more sweet taste of freedom
Only sorrow for the native land,
Earth black refer to the red
For too can not absorb the blood of their sons
Only the endless rain and a lone soldier mourn the ancient people,
Cut off & quot; in the name of goodness and love & quot; ...