Thracia In Dusk 歌词

A blaze in the southern sky, coals on the fields Dancing in Flames, we arise Silently, Majesticly the shadow of the sky Falls over the Balcan The smell of the Lunar Boreal Aurora Pitch Black Night yawns The tribes of the wide Pirin mountainside Call out a Pagan Gospel - yeah A blaze in the southern Sky, over Pirin and Rila Pitch Black Gospel sounds - yeah Hail to the Swans, Hail to the crows, From the Slavonic Lands we have come Our Scythe Strikes Hard against the Face of Christ Mournfully Clouds whisper and gather on the azure celestial dome Filled with melancholy, with darkness, with desire and the sweet taste of Bitterness Haunt the Christ with cruel dogs - Hang him up on high old trees Calm before the heathen storm - our wrath comes upon you Battlescreams in Thracia - the southern hordes fill the land The Black Sea boils - Remember of Byzanth Tragedies from beyond - Slava, no hope for you Vitoshas silhoutte - in the Dusk Among the ruins of the past - travelling in Thracia Where the Gods were born - now the Gods are dead The smell of the Lunar Boreal Aurora Pitch Black Night yawns The tribes of the wide Pirin mountainside Call out a Pagan Gospel - yeah