Letra de Vredens Tid - Manegarm
Letra de canci�n de Vredens Tid de Manegarm lyrics
Minnen svunna stiger �ter ur tidens vittrande stoft
Ur ledenstiger de fram, en gyllene flamma av hopp
Ett f�raktets dova t�cken, n�rd av nid och h�n
Bl�ndad av raseri, p� h�mndens vinger buren
Stigna som vredens herrar...
Vekas bane vilsnas ljus
Vanmakten inf�r vredens hand, speglar
I blinda �gon. Spr�da och tomma, sprider etter
Med kluven tunga
Blodets st�ma berusar och n�r, ger mig �t kampen
Skapare av vanvettets kaos, en ny tid �r h�r...
Stigna som vredens herrar...
Vekas bane vilsnas ljus
Blodsmak I munnen, stillad �ro hungern
En ensam jakt f�r den valde allena. Kr�nt om natten vid
Vanvettets tron. Att ett rike f�da ur de d�das aska
Stilla �ro djuren I viljan och sj�len
En nalkande vittring och vi ger oss h�n
Den eviga kamp som tas av tiden
Men dock och vilde bringar segern
Som en viskande klinga, sl�r sanningens ord
F�rnyelsens timma, vredens tid...
Stigna som vredens herrar...
Vekas bane vilsnas ljus
English translation:
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/vredens-tid-manegarm.php
Lost memories arise again, from the withering stuff of time
They step forth from the ranks, a golden flame of hope
The dull haze of disdain. Nourished by spite and scorn
Blinded by fury. Borne on the wings of vengeance
Risen as the masters of wrath...
Bane of the weak, light of the lost
The powerlessness before the hand of wrath, is mirrored in blind eyes
Brittle and empty, spreading venom, with a cloven tongue
The sweetness of the blood inebriates and nourishes, gives me to the fight
Maker of the chaos of madness, a new time has come...
Risen as the masters of wrath...
Bane of the weak, light of the lost
The taste of blood in my mouth, my hunger appeased
A lonely hunt for the chosen alone
Crowned at night at the throne of madness
To bear a kingdom out of the ashes of the dead
Still are the beasts in will and soul
A scent drawing near, we indulge ourselves
The eternal battle that time takes
But the savage brings victory
Like a whispering blade
The words of truth strike
The hour of renewal, the age of wrath...
Risen as the masters of wrath...
Bane of the weak, light of the lost
Ur ledenstiger de fram, en gyllene flamma av hopp
Ett f�raktets dova t�cken, n�rd av nid och h�n
Bl�ndad av raseri, p� h�mndens vinger buren
Stigna som vredens herrar...
Vekas bane vilsnas ljus
Vanmakten inf�r vredens hand, speglar
I blinda �gon. Spr�da och tomma, sprider etter
Med kluven tunga
Blodets st�ma berusar och n�r, ger mig �t kampen
Skapare av vanvettets kaos, en ny tid �r h�r...
Stigna som vredens herrar...
Vekas bane vilsnas ljus
Blodsmak I munnen, stillad �ro hungern
En ensam jakt f�r den valde allena. Kr�nt om natten vid
Vanvettets tron. Att ett rike f�da ur de d�das aska
Stilla �ro djuren I viljan och sj�len
En nalkande vittring och vi ger oss h�n
Den eviga kamp som tas av tiden
Men dock och vilde bringar segern
Som en viskande klinga, sl�r sanningens ord
F�rnyelsens timma, vredens tid...
Stigna som vredens herrar...
Vekas bane vilsnas ljus
English translation:
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/vredens-tid-manegarm.php
Lost memories arise again, from the withering stuff of time
They step forth from the ranks, a golden flame of hope
The dull haze of disdain. Nourished by spite and scorn
Blinded by fury. Borne on the wings of vengeance
Risen as the masters of wrath...
Bane of the weak, light of the lost
The powerlessness before the hand of wrath, is mirrored in blind eyes
Brittle and empty, spreading venom, with a cloven tongue
The sweetness of the blood inebriates and nourishes, gives me to the fight
Maker of the chaos of madness, a new time has come...
Risen as the masters of wrath...
Bane of the weak, light of the lost
The taste of blood in my mouth, my hunger appeased
A lonely hunt for the chosen alone
Crowned at night at the throne of madness
To bear a kingdom out of the ashes of the dead
Still are the beasts in will and soul
A scent drawing near, we indulge ourselves
The eternal battle that time takes
But the savage brings victory
Like a whispering blade
The words of truth strike
The hour of renewal, the age of wrath...
Risen as the masters of wrath...
Bane of the weak, light of the lost
