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ALKONOST - SPIRIT TENDING TO REVOLT (démo) |   | |||
| August 2001 - Self-Released | |||||||
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Tracklist
1. My Last Day 4.05 2. Vortex of Times 3.49 3. Life on Glory's Blade 5.32  the lyrics |
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1. MY LAST DAY
Here came that day
The last day of my existence
Sing me your calming song,
Wind, which waves over woods
I am following you
In ghostly dream, into heaven
There I’ll stay for good
Like ashes of piles under foot
Oh, take my life my enemy
My gods are dead, you know
Run your sword through my body
My spirit's broken
No, I did not betray you,
Past, which was my destiny
No, I had no the least doubt
As my decision was really
But new times had come here
To the burial mounds kingom
Land had plunge into long sleep
Waiting the return of the truth
Maybe, they'll go away,
Days with no-light-and-hope
Rivers will fill again
With life of heaven and earth
And as outcasts again
Into heat of desert lands
You'll be leading by him,
Disseminator of greedy hopes
2. VORTEX OF TIMES
Is the heavens' height high?
Is the rivers' depth deep?
Do not think of lot, soothsayer
If the time picked up its speed
Night will be changed into day
And again the Sun
Will make its trip in the sky
I will praise you, God of forged fire
Without cursing my own destiny
No more former days and previous roads
Can't return to the past without step over it
To extol all the past is just vicious habit
That subsists in the epitaph's words
I feel your power,
Barrows of ancient land
This power keeps me
Stand on my feet
I am calling you,
Spirits of barrows,
To became a grain
In the vortex of times
3. LIFE ON GLORY'S BLADE
Who was here born
Between two worlds
In forests hug
And haze of steppes
That from childhood,
Scarcely grew up
With sword unfailing will
Unite his life
As forefathers' graves are behind
And watchful steppe is ahead
Fate makes us to embark on the path
To take the road of the enemy
Put a spell, you, wind,
Words of mystery
Banish from my heart
Fright of fortuity
And on disturbed dawn
Blood saturated
Prophetic dream
Become reality
As forefathers' graves are behind
And watchful steppe is ahead
And life on the blade,
On the blade of glory
And last trip,
To the legends.
lyrics added by Nordstjarna - Modify this lyrics
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