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الإنكليزية
الترجمة
Rites
Winged words turn to leaves and scatter to the wind
The soil will soak in blood and harden
As if with their own hands they calls out to all that live
Kneeling on the black soil, fingers claw in hot coals…
The wound is gaping, blood flows freely
The fire devours and cleanses us all
He who confesses to his own creation,
His heart will blind the slaves of the mind
Is this a prayer or is it a journey
From which no man will ever return?
Will you vanquish your fear?
Will you redeem your life when you hear the call?
Slip out of hands, and fall up to the skies -
Unfathomable to human eye…
Rise up in flames from enchantments and spells,
Silently out from the past…
Whispers and sounds, turn into frost
All water halts - and turns to ice
Up to heaven… falls the last drop of mead
Dripping from my beard…
The wound is gaping, blood flows freely
The fire devours and cleanses us all
He who confesses to his own creation,
His heart will blind the slaves of the mind
Is this a prayer or is it a journey
From which no man will ever return?
Will you vanquish your fear?
Will you redeem your life when you hear the call?
Rivers meander into the distance - back to their source
The moon is dying once again for she has found peace
Whilst darkened eyes shine from purest wells
Hands spread like Sycamore branches embracing all life
lingonberries✕
التعليقات
Russia is waging a disgraceful war on Ukraine. قف مع أوكرانيا!
كيف يمكنك دعم أوكرانيا 🇺🇦 ❤️
معلومات حول المترجم
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