Epidemia - Feanor (Феанор) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

Feanor

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You have grown to hate the land
That others would call paradise
In your soul is a light
But for it there's no rest
 
You believed that Melkor
So loves Valinor
But you heard only lies-
they're like a knife in the back
 
The outcome was bloody
Nature shed tears
But Noldor's boats
Were heading forward
 
Fire is in your words
Fear is unknown to you
Damnation of the Gods
Awaits you
 
Such is your spirit
One of two:
Either to die - to spy new land,
Or to slowly fade away
 
And the fair Noldor
Proudly left land
Asking no support from the Gods
And he set foot on ground
First, - on Middle Earth -
And he took the curse upon himself
 
Your sword is sparking
Like a Silmaril in darkness
The foe retreats
And all can hear your laugh
Your sword is sparking
Like fiery your gaze,
Death advances
But Feanor fights on!
But Feanor fights on!
 
Foe stole away your dream
Forged in the sweat of your brow
When the light from your soul
You put into those stones
 
By vengeance overtaken
You way lies to Angbad
In mountains looking for a crack
Where the stones breathe evil
 
You threw yourself ahead
The army stayed behind
And balrogs all around
Closed their circle
 
Why do you hurry so-
Elves can live forever
Surrounded by your foes
You stand-
 
Such is your spirit
One of two:
Either to die - to spy new land,
or to slowly fade away
 
And the fair Noldor
Proudly left land
Asking no support from the Gods
And he set foot on ground
First, - on Middle Earth -
And he took the curse upon himself
 
Your sword is sparking
Like a Silmaril in darkness
The foe retreats
And all can hear your laugh
Your sword is sparking
Like fiery your gaze,
Death advances
But Feanor fights on!
But Feanor fights on!
 
Such is your spirit
One of two:
Either to die - to spy new land,
or to slowly fade away
 
And the fair Noldor
Proudly left land
Asking no support from the Gods
And he set foot on ground
First, - on Middle Earth -
And he took the curse upon himself
 
Your sword is sparking
Like a Silmaril in darkness
The foe retreats
And all can hear your laugh
Your sword is sparking
Like fiery your gaze,
Death advances
But Feanor fights on!
But Feanor fights on!
 
Why do you have that crown
When no stones are on it?
Like a tree without a crown,
Like a city without people.
The common world is without elves
You will not find them here -
They live on only in songs
That bards sing to us
That bards sing to us
 


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