Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Shadow Hunter, artist - Angra. Date of issue: 14.11.2004
Song language: English
The Shadow Hunter |
| [On a brothel-tavern, a gypsy prostitute sees in the eyes |
| that he is the chosen one and reads him cards instead of giving |
| him carnal pleasure. |
| «The words of the old man won’t have any |
| sense until you find the morning star», says the prostitute. |
| «Your mission is important, but it is not in the army». |
| The voyager is desperately seeking for redemption to his mind |
| and spirit, like a roaming wolf seeks for food. |
| She fills him with doubts; |
| saying that love will drag him out of his path.] |
| […During the conquest of Xerigordon Fortress, |
| The Shadow Hunter is injured and has to run away to escape |
| from the troops of Kilij Arslan. |
| Loosing blood, he collapses |
| before getting back to Constantinople. |
| He dreams about the lost scrolls hidden in the ruins of the |
| Temple of Solomon and inside lost caves by the Dead Sea.] |
| I remember the blood on his hands |
| So ashamed regretting his faults |
| So defenseless he came from the darkness |
| We spoke and had a good talk |
| Dark old hat reminds me of someone |
| I find hard to recall |
| Bowed his head surrendering to sorrow |
| Wears the face of war |
| Desperate cries: |
| (Desperate cries) |
| Running in circles |
| (Mourining in vain) |
| Resigning to terror |
| (A sinful warfare) |
| A sinful warfare |
| (Innocents die) |
| Lost in the faith from my fragile heart… |
| …From my heart |
| Wearing black, a bow without arrows |
| God, have mercy on his soul |
| Eyes of dread, entrenched in horror |
| My devotions are gone! |
| (Desperate cries) |
| Running in circles |
| (Mourining in vain) |
| Resigning to terror |
| (A sinful warfare) |
| Atrocious attack |
| (Atrocious attack) |
| My crusaders faith |
| Drowns in religious blood |
| But I’ll fight till the end |
| Gonna find my Holy Grail |
| Running blind against the faith |
| Reason slips away |
| Churches falling like castles on the sand |
| Ends the Holy War |
| Have the good for bad. |
| (What does a man gain from his work? |
| Under the sun where he labors |
| What is so good for a man in life? |
| During his days he’s just like a shadow |
| Vanitas! |
| Vanitas! |
| Utters the oracle |
| A chasing after the wind |
| Meaningless! |
| Meaningless searches for wisdom |
| Everything is in vain like your hunting for shadows) |
| Lost my pride, fought in vain |
| Had to find reasons to my pain — Oh! |
| Running blind against the faith |
| Running blind again |
| Church is falling like castles on the sand |
| Ends the Holy War |
| Jesus was a man |
| With a heart, with a mind |
| With a body, with a soul |
| So divine as your own |
| God has no mind, has no heart |
| Has no body, has no soul and no resemblance of you. |
| No! |
| (Like chasing the wind…) |