Win the world or die in battle, Send to Hel those christian slaves! The world will be shaken with our power, Again we go to march for glory! Drunkenness again will overcome our heads. Warriors Of Ireland 7. Again the sunset is colored with crimson blood, Again we will leave our home for long. Grasping flock of ravens were circling Under coverlet of night clouds, Sleeping shore was covered, like with black wing, With the shadows of the horrifying dragonheads. Smell of burning yet not troubles, Swords that rest in mighty hands. 
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A Celtic Tale [Instrumental] 2. Inis Mona [Eluveitie cover] Welcome to the land of questions Welcome to the isle of lore Where the veil came crumbling ceotic There it all began, The germination Unveiling a cryptic door There it was revealed Hopes and aspirations Unclosing an enthralled door Escalate the sense Enhancing to join the dawn I close celtix eyes, Inis Mona And reminisce of those palmy days Celti moon o'er you, Inis Mona As long as I breathe I'll call you my home 20 years I have walked your barrows Years of emulous youth I followed the path of the wise There it all was sown, The Inspiration Removing the seven seals There it was revealed Enigma and freedom Unclosing an unseen door D.
Rise ye sons of frost and fferyl,t, Rise ye children of the waves! In new high grasses Our bared bodies will sink. The cold wind of freedom will break off all chains, And push in the embrace of war… And forcing my heart to remember all names The Valhall will open the door… The Child of the Will is your name I know… All wishes and dreams in ffreyllt hands. Rage of the Vikings turns into horror young and old, Rainbow is rising, Asgard is shining with roofs of gold.
Gloomy singer, sing your song for us! Drunkenness again will overcome our heads. Dance Of Druids 5. Grasping flock of ravens were circling Under coverlet of night clouds, Sleeping shore was covered, like with black wing, With the shadows of the horrifying dragonheads.
A Celtic Tale 2. Warriors Of Ireland 7. Passed out of sight flocks of black ravens, The holds are crammed with wines and coins. Roar… Quiet crackling of spring fires, Forest calls to the darkness of nights.
Fferyllt - A Celtic Tale - lyrics
The wood path takes us away. All lyrics provided for educational purposes and personal use only. In scabbards rests now icy steel, Sky has changed its crimson color. Winds Of Trondheimsfjorden Icy winds blowing from raging Northern sky, Drakkars are calling those who vocated to win or to die, Sails on the horizon take away them far from home, Many will grow in tzle, many they will not return.
It reaches out to the clouds grey, Shine of ardent eyes. Please read the disclaimer. Roar… Runs again through echoing forests, Shine, heady shine of the Moon. Again to the flowering meadows The wood path brought us. Sound of thunder broke celic silence, That was heard in distant lands.
The Wood-God is running, from his mighty hooves Trace is left in the grass. Warriors Of Ireland [Part 1] For last fferylltt I see you, my fatherland proud The voice of the horn calling you is too loud Our foe is so close, as we hear his war cry We go to the midnight to fight and to die.
Fferyllt - A Celtic Tale album
Druids gather in glade of the forest, Silently talking near stone altar The scoured echo of the oldest stories Is flying through branches to the Northern stars. The cheerful clang of the sickle is around — Anticipating the pleasure of Gods. Wind brings the drakkars back to the Trondheim shore, Met with the honor, maiden's smile and widow's sore, Fires are taking bodies and arms of warriors slain, Waves slightly whisper of battles that to be again… 9.
Again fill be filled our bowls, Foreign wines flow, like a river. Win the world or die in battle, Turn to dust all christian slaves! All hand-by-hand forever we'll stand Enemy shall run from our land! Fortress in fire, screams of the dying run through the night, Sower of Discords stands by His faithfuls' side. Bound up wives with sons will meet us, Troll will hide in mountain ravine, With tongues of winter piles, reaching out to the sky, The fest of Yule begins now!
Branches reaching out to the sky. Again the sunset is colored with crimson blood, Again we will leave our home for long. Winter sun shines through the clouds, Throws its ray on snow-covered fjord, Icy strong wind rips the sails — It brings our drakkars to the homeward shore.
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