Bản dịch: Great Northern. A Sun A Sound.
Let us forget your existence The day met, I will forget On the other side of vacant life Faces pass through And we never saw what we saw Ever again The
in the south, the sun is shining Back in the east, the lights went out Stuck on a ladder to heaven On trial way back in The Hague Lullaby sounds from
our faith, either withdraw from the north or our vengeance you shall know. The god of yours is such a distant creature to our folk, it shall vanish into
eyes And he is on a horse a horse a horse With a train of smoke behind its hooves And I must say from my depths I have seen a story emerge from a cloud
sense danger as the cry of the old Crow continues. A] [rumble, at first loud enough to a human ear, grows into a deafening storm] [of hooves thundering
Once a mighty king ruled in a northern land his enemies he fought with steel and iron hand. So many tales were told, his name a glorious sound, "god-like
North of the border of Old Mexico I rode one day to the cowtown of San Angelo A hot sun was glowing, a warm wind was blowing Still not as warm as the
w/ others singing "voo-ba-dup" at various times) In a great northern open... When our love was goin' on, and on We made a home for two worlds, two strings
doom and face him with a deadly pale Spectre face Grim as stone, ride to the deathfields... Blackness and doom A total eclipse of the sun Die by the northern
In the South the sun is shining Back in the East the lights went out Stuck on a ladder to heaven On trial way back in The Hague Lullaby sounds from
up in a black tie classy Sun Tzu to Sun Rai, Gargemel, Mumm-Ra Son of a shooter letting slugs from a gun fly Should call a Mumbai with the bumbaclot
jackin our slang i used to get dizzy spells & hear a little ring the voice of a angel telling me my name telling me that one day imma be a great man
the Northern skies A battle too hard to be faced by a man A fight for who owns the magic of Earth A sacrifice needed to stop a new hell A mystical weapon
