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Превод: Етернал Теарс Оф Сорров. Ред Давн Расте.
Превод: Етернал Теарс Оф Сорров. Свитање.
A dawn rose slow and quietly from a womb of meaning Suddenly a barren face of agony was brought to light And it sang a cry of mankind, heart-wrenching
crackle Can't see the slightest smiles And we blur into our death and the second great death Whilst we chase chicks and dream of a paradise without wings or sorrow, Christ's tears
some action and killing pain Beware of the squad before you die Darkness and a hell of chaos Violence upon the soil of sorrow Hellspawned and eternal
[Music: Wiklund] [Lyrics: Schulman] Seven enshrined souls Stranded on a journey far On a shore of sorrow All the tears are gleam I'm your undivined
journey far beyond mortality I have found what I wanted, tranquility I'll thrive on evil, eternally I flew over crystal ground My existence numb Over orchards of grievance, sorrow and tears
John Petrucci] The smile of dawn Arrived in early May She carried a gift from her home The night shed a tear To tell her of fear And of sorrow and pain
The smile of dawn arrived early May She carried a gift from her home The night shed a tear to tell her of fear And of sorrow and pain, she'll never outgrow
- john petrucci The smile of dawn Arrived early may She carried a gift from her home The night shed a tear To tell her of fear And of sorrow and pain
The smile of dawn arrived early May She carried a gift from her home The night shed a tear to tell her of fear And of sorrow and pain she'll never outgrow
cries Living in sorrow Why don't we help him to survive Once a dignity - a mighty sign of pride Strong and proud and free A symbol of eternity - why
While the seventh king of dawn is veiled by the shrouds of shadows, And the crown of the saint is turned into rusty blades of the beast Rise, my children
sing the poem of force To beat the evil, to beat the night The troll drum from the dawn of time, build by a shaman from the northlands Breaks the eternal
Daughters of the dawn walked among the trees And the forest called for them to join the nightly march Eternity was present, it touched the hearts of them
enjoy the silent song of a nightingale I raise the silver goblet full of the nightly dew And feel the sweetest taste of the darkest tears The Dark wind
gone? After a while I hear a voice from the dark fields of the fall It puts me the same question: Shall I ever see the dawn? The sun of the dawn? The
