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Origin Of A Crystal Soul (Chapter II)

 

Origin Of A Crystal Soul (Chapter II)

(앨범: And Thou Shalt Trust... The Seer - 1997)


[German:]

As dawn is weaving between fallen autumn leaves
The poor ones gather under naked trees
Asking how to survive, 'cause the winter breaks
And medieval coldness now from a deep sleep awakes

Libera me, domine, de morte aeterna in die illa tremenda

It's December, 14th 1503, as the ones above stop their mourning
As the one arrived selected to foresee something changed without a warning!
(Libera me, domine, de morte aeterna in die illa tremenda)

Es war geboren in des Christengottes Zeit
Ein Bub so die Legende mit des Schöpfer's Fähigkeit
Zu sehen, was sein wird, im Verborgenen, unerkannt
Denn der mit dem Leumund des Ketzers würd' öffentlich verbrannt

Die Hand, die greifend nach dem Schönen blutet von der Rose Dorn
Der Trieb der Menschen Habgier, bestraft durch Gottes Zorn
Er, der Spiegel eurer Seele, spürt die Trauer, Kummer, Gram
Er, der Träger dieses Namens: Michael de Notre Dame

[English translation:]

As dawn is weaving between fallen autumn leaves
The poor ones gather under naked trees
Asking how to survive, 'cause the winter breaks
And medieval coldness now from a deep sleep awakes

Free me, oh Lord, from eternal death on that terrible day

It's December, 14th 1503, as the ones above stop their mourning
As the one arrived selected to foresee something changed without a warning!
Free me, oh Lord, from eternal death on that terrible day

It was born in the time of Christian God
A boy so says the legend with the Creator's power
To see what will be, in obscurity, unknown
Then he that's known as a heretic would publicly be burnt

The hand, that reaching for the fair is bleeding from the rose's thorn
The human instinct of greed, punished by the God's wrath
He, the mirror of your souls, senses the mourning, grief, sorrow
He who bears this name: Michael de Notre Dame

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