Haggard - All'inizio La Morte lyrics

[At The Beginning Is d**h] [Music: A. Na**eri / Lyrics: A. Na**eri] Tremens factus sum ego [I shake because of the facts] Et timeo [and I'm scared] Dum discussio [while I talk] Venerit at que ventura ira [it will come to the upcomig wrath] Et timeo [and I'm scared] Dum discussio [while I talk] Venerit at que ventura ira [it will come to the upcoming wrath] Herbei, ihr Leut' - das Fest beginnt [come run up you people, the celebration starts] Nehmt Platz auf besten R?ngen [take your seats on best places] Seht, wie der flehend Mann dort kniet [see how the begging man kneels there] Seht den Ketzer, ich sag, er soll brennen heut' Nacht [see the heretic, tonight he shall burn I say] Soll ihn sp?r'n, den Tod, er kommt langsam und lacht [(he) should feel d**h, it comes slowly and laughs] Und als die T?chter des Teufels er nennt [and as he tells about Devil's daughters] Die Sense den Faden des Lebens zertrennt [the scythe severes the thread of life] Und als sein letzter Schrei erstirbt [and when his final scream dies] Die Flammen ihn verschlingen [flames consume him] Und Kindesweinen bricht die Still.... [children's crying breaks the silence...] Seht zur Asche ward er, der die L?gen erz?hlt [see to ashes he went who told those lies] Im Zeichen des Kreuzes [under the sign of the cross] Hat er seinen Tod selbst gew?hlt [he chose his d**h himself] Doch unsere Seelen sind rein... [but our souls are pure...] Doch unsere Seelen sind rein... [but our souls are pure...] Schenkt aus den Wein! [pour out the wine] Profundis Clamavi [endlessly we cry out] And as the dark procession then has been fulfilled For their god - a sacrifice - his blood was spilled So d**h took him to mother's chest Where he may rest... And the weather says, it's springtime See the leafs of darkest green And his screams hall in the nightly breeze As the darkened sorrows feels Dark are all the autumn nights Where mind and stars unite Knowing forbidden wisdom And all the things he sees Collected in a chamber Secrets of astronomy The rage in their eyes Torches in their hands And the power of the cross Bringing fear to all the land ... and darkness will come to us all! Profundis Clamavi! [endlessly we cry out] And as the dark procession... Schenkt aus den Wein! [pour out the wine]