원문 가사
EN번역이 아직 없습니다. 원문 가사를 표시합니다.
It had already become day as he opened the big wooden door and stepped out of the shadows
The Sun had shown behind the eastern forest, bright and warm in a cloudless sky
As his eyes closed, he slowly raised his head
Gently, the morning wind caressed his face and rustled through his long hair
The chatter of the birds had become one with the whispers of the black elders, melding with the rhythmic babbling of the little brook, which wound its way to the distance behind the humble grange
But it has not always been like that
One thousand seven hundred years ago, during the celebration of the two moons, the enemy forayed over powered the villagers under the cloak of darkness
Brave men were cut down where they stood in the cold crisp autumn night
The ones who still had life in their veins escaped in despair, but regathered quickly and formed a resistance
Many among them, women and children, only armed with axes, torches, and pitchforks
And it seemed as if all hope was forsaken
