Bài hát The Wizard's Last Rhymes Báo Lỗi

The aim of the serpent, the serpent's creation

reveals itself now trough crystal spheres

He's riding the waves as a real conqueror

colliding with ships, the ships of the kings

He owns... your sword!


The emerald weapon, the steel of the heroes

Flow the black tears of dark angels

Your blade is now serving the dark force...

the evil source of the unborn

the truth is there... in this hands


QUANDO CORPUS MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE

DONETUR / Starless is my night, silent is my ride

trough the paradox of wishdom... to the sea of souls

Nel silenzio tragiche realta'...


FIRE IS BLAZING FAST ACROSS THE BLOODY RED SEA

THE SUNLIGHT IS FADING ON HIM / THESE ARE THE

WIZARD'S LAST HOLY SIGHTS... / THE WIZARD'S LAST RHYMES


We are reaching the brutal, the tragic dimension

led by reflections, reflectios of death

the ghost in the fog... wander lamenting

while violence devours my wasted brain

Let me... awake!


The astral bewitchement is the fatal witness

of created surge of chaos

I reflect the constellations' fall

Now close your eyes and fight blind

The moon is dying, don't fear his might


QUANDO CORPUS MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE

DONETUR / Starless is my night, silent is my ride

trough the paradox of wishdom... to the sea of souls

Nel silenzio tragiche realta'...


FIRE IS BLAZING FAST ACROSS THE BLOODY RED SEA

THE SUNLIGHT IS FADING ON HIM / THESE ARE THE

WIZARD'S LAST HOLY SIGHTS... / THE POEM'S TRAGIC RHYMES


Fierce blows the wind, infinite fires

on Elnor sea... hail to the king!

He died as brave, oh valiant hero

but so in vain, facing the storm... the storm!


And soon the snakes of the abyss

swallowed the mighty woodship

while the waves of the bloody ocean

were reaching the walls of the falling town...


QUANDO CORPUS MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE

DONETUR / Starless is my night, silent is my ride

through the paradox of wisdom... to the sea of souls

Nel silenzio tragiche realta'...


FIRE IS BLAZING FAST ACROSS THE BLOODY RED SEA

THE SUNLIGHT IS FADING ON HIM / THESE ARE THE

WIZARD'S LAST HOLY SIGHTS... / THE POEM'S TRAGIC RHYMES