Sektor Gaza - Noch' Straha (Ночь Страха) ( Tradução para Inglês)

Tradução para Inglês

Fright Night

The silver bullet entered the chamber.
Validol’s mouth trembled and his stomach churned.
The restless wind rustled the dead leaves,
Howling at twilight like some ailing Baptist.
 
The full moon vanished behind black clouds.
In the distance, the sounds of one tortured, wrestling;
And the bell struck midnight in the darkness
As the noises wafted from beyond.
 
Werewolves lurked in unseen bushes.
Fear coursed our veins in the cold darkness.
There is an uncanny air about it, air like lead,
As vile creatures stalk the dark
 
The shrouded and ancient wood terrified us.
The hellish demon held sway over the full moon;
The devil’s church blazed with mystic fire,
The silhouette of an inverted cross upon its steeple.
 
Load your guns with silver bullets,
Take a wooden stake.
Have we holy water? (Chorus: Yes, we do)
And holy crosses here? (Chorus: Yes, they are here)
Form the sacred circle;
Stand back-to-back with me
 
We set out together beneath the full moon,
The horrid and sinister sound rising from the wood.
Wolves dart wild glances all about,
As corpses utter unspeakable things from their graves.
 
The bells strike once more from the evil church steeple,
The devilish sky hides hell’s minions behind black clouds;
Vampires rise from their sleep,
As bats spread their wings above.
 
Many are in the wood, and we are but few.
The church burns with demon fire.
The autumn night wind scourges us,
The full moon bent with hatred upon us.
 
Damn the cursed night of Halloween!
We stand alone against the forces of darkness!
Surrounded with no road back,
We must endure until the dawn.
 
Load your guns with silver bullets,
Take a wooden stake.
Have we holy water? (Chorus: Yes, we do)
And holy crosses here? (Chorus: Yes, they are here)
Form the sacred circle;
Stand back-to-back with me
 
Damnation upon the demon that brought us
to this cursed place. Save us, Jesus Christ!
We are surrounded by demons –
We are but few within this wood, and they, a legion.
 
They close the ring as our strength wanes,
The air thick with a cadaverous stench.
The eyes of sinister zombies seem to spark with life;
The demons soon will be upon us, with none to know it.
 
The wind turns, a violent hurricane,
As fog roils above us;
Demons shriek from the pitch darkness
And strength fails us all the more, our hands trembling.
 
Forsooth, we will not see the dawn;
Our hope against hope, in the final hours we pray to God:
“Have mercy on us, God Most High!” we shout in the darkness,
“Though demons rend our flesh, our souls we commend to You!”
 
Load your guns with the final bullet,
And press the cold barrel to your brother’s temple!
Have we holy water? (Chorus: Alas! No!)
And holy crosses here? (Chorus: Alas! No!)
Let us recite the final prayer; may our souls rest in peace.
 
Special thank to Erik! http://eriktyler.com/
 
Adicionado por KristopherRobin em Segunda-feira, 17/08/2009 - 06:15
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Noch' Straha (Ночь Страха)

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