"All'alba, prima che il sole sorgesse
e gli uccelli cantassero la loro dolce canzone
La donna del troll della montagna con lingua falsa
Herr Mannelig, Herr Mannelig mi vorrai sposare..."Chapter I: the Day As Heaven Wept
"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..."Chapter Iv De La Morte Noire
"Born through astral constellation
Those pictures are now getting clearer
Inside his head
And sent by the highest god..."|
| |
