Idioma Origen:
Requiem eternam [Rest eternally]
Et dona eis domine [and give to the Lord]
Ride, ride, over the land
Sorrows come without a warning, dear
And do never start to sacrifice your faith
They, they, they betray
And poisoned voices creep into your mind
For this will be their final stand
Ride, ride over the land!
Outside - a light!
He awakes in the deep of a stormy night
They have come to get him now
A feast for the raging crowd
With torches still alight
Alight
Suppressed by a might divine
"Your science of the dark!
Revoke what has been told!
Or at the break of dawn
You will feel the holy spark
Of a might divine!"
La falce della luna è in lutto questa notte
[The crescent moon is mourning tonight]
"Inside - I cry
All I trusted in should die?"
An instrument to ship the blind
Through the sea of ancient times
Of a might divine
Now the night breaks
And the final trial awaits
Pressure's getting more and more
Betrayed - all he was living for
For a might divine
Ride over the land
And sorrow comes without a warning
Without a warning
Suppressed by a might divine
"Your science of the dark!
Revoke what has been told!
Or at the break of dawn
You will feel the holy spark!"
La falce della luna è in lutto questa notte
Outside - a light!
He awakes in the deep of a stormy night
They have come to get him now
A feast for the raging crowd
With torches still alight
Idioma Destino:
Requiem eternam [Rest eternally]
Et dona eis domine [and give to the Lord]
Ride, ride, over the land
Sorrows come without a warning, dear
And do never start to sacrifice your faith
They, they, they betray
And poisoned voices creep into your mind
For this will be their final stand
Ride, ride over the land!
Outside - a light!
He awakes in the deep of a stormy night
They have come to get him now
A feast for the raging crowd
With torches still alight
Alight
Suppressed by a might divine
"Your science of the dark!
Revoke what has been told!
Or at the break of dawn
You will feel the holy spark
Of a might divine!"
La falce della luna è in lutto questa notte
[The crescent moon is mourning tonight]
"Inside - I cry
All I trusted in should die?"
An instrument to ship the blind
Through the sea of ancient times
Of a might divine
Now the night breaks
And the final trial awaits
Pressure's getting more and more
Betrayed - all he was living for
For a might divine
Ride over the land
And sorrow comes without a warning
Without a warning
Suppressed by a might divine
"Your science of the dark!
Revoke what has been told!
Or at the break of dawn
You will feel the holy spark!"
La falce della luna è in lutto questa notte
Outside - a light!
He awakes in the deep of a stormy night
They have come to get him now
A feast for the raging crowd
With torches still alight