Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Saturnalia, artist - Deathless Legacy. Date of issue: 12.03.2020
Song language: English
Saturnalia |
| I am so proud of you my loyal servant |
| The first-born is now dead burned alive |
| You put on fire his tent while he was asleep |
| Helius the heir of the Adepphius family |
| Let’s celebrate this glorious day with a cheer |
| Let’s inebriate ourselves with the scent of the grape |
| «Go, Lucius in the cellar and find the amphora |
| Of the red treasure from the Cimini hills» |
| But the pupil decides to trip the slave |
| The wine falls and th Domus' in rage |
| Satyricon |
| My precious wine |
| Satyricon |
| On th floor you die! |
| Oh, I am in pain |
| Will Tullius' cane |
| Hit me again? |
| Am I going to die? |
| WAKE UP |
| The celebration begins! |
| Today the slaves are free! |
| Why don’t you put your name in the cruse, my dear? |
| Beware the fate, also monsters can create |
| He’s the chosen one |
| Guiding everyone |
| Touched by the hellish forces |
| «Lucius I declare you |
| The princeps with the horns» |
| A scarlet tunic embraces me |
| A golden mask I feel |
| Bewitched I am by the depths of the Earth |
| Saturn flows in me |
| Where is the wine? |
| Why I’m still clean? |
| I see my goblet, it’s still empty! |
| Tullius Murena, come and pour it for me |
| For Saturn, go now, quick! |
| Even in red |
| Things can come back |
| Even in red |
| Things can come back |
| Saturnalia |
| Saturnalia! |
| Saturnalia! |
| Saturnalia! |
| Saturnalia! |
| Saturnalia! |
| Saturnalia! |
| Saturnalia! |
| I am so proud of you my fearless servants |
| I have a secret mission for you |
| Since you are the most brave ones that I know |
| Get ready for a very long rewarding work |
| I have a present for my bastard son’s mother |
| Go and deliver my gold medallion |
| The purest heart |
| Raped to death |
| My everything |
| Worth to breathe |
| How can I live |
| With all this grief? |
| Take my life with your cold sword |
| Tullius |
| Father, are you? |
| Mother, are you? |
| Glad that I am dead |
| Finally, I’m home |
| It’s not your time, yet |
| Rise in the darkness, my friend |
| We’re in the temple of the Goddess Laverna |
| Who protects the underworld, the thieves, the cheats |
| She has a mission for you, that’s why you breathe |
| She passed away, you know? |
| Your lust for revenge is a dripping flow |
| Tullius has no pietas, he punished you two |
| Calling on himself the wrath of Saturn |
| Embrace this path |
| You’re now a son of Laverna |
| Give me your left hand |
| Offer this wheat to Laverna |
| Gaze at the candles in the altar |
| And take a sip of this brew |
| Nod to the skeleton in the black cloak |
| You’re now a son of Laverna |
| Almost unfold is my sight |
| That’s the path I must realize |
| A burning light embraces the lair |
| And all my skin the fire tears |
| Gods' whispers of revenge |
| Thundering in me |
| My heart is aflame |
| By the Wrath of Thee |
| Ablazing my lips |
| I now eclipse |
| As ashes in the wind |
| Myself I abrade |
| Ablazing my eyes |
| In the divine |
| I melt my face |
| And in fire I rise |
| All I know is gone so far |
| All I love, it was not spare |
| I seek the fat of someone’s chest |
| And fulfill my burning quest |
| Gods' whispers of revenge |
| Thundering in me |
| My heart is aflame |
| By the Wrath of Thee |
| Ablazing my lips |
| I now eclipse |
| As ashes in the wind |
| Myself I abrade |
| Ablazing my eyes |
| In the divine |
| I melt my face |
| And in fire I rise |
| Is that really you, my son? |
| What they have done to you |
| My love? |
| I cried a lot |
| My son, blood of my blood |
| I face my pain |
| A feast to celebrate |
| I face my hate |
| A feast of flames |
| I am so upset with you useless servant |
| The first-born isn’t dead, he is alive! |
| My plan has gone up in smoke and it’s your fault |
| That’s clear you lied and your blood will flow |
| I’m going to tear your skin with the slap of my whip |
| I recall your promises out of your lips |
| Helius Adepphius |
| We thought he was gone |
| «Back after ten gloomy years |
| Raise your glasses, he has come back |
| I hear your whispers, await…» |
| Nemo non formosus filius matri |
| The sun shines on my mask made of gold |
| Hidden under it lies the weight of a crime |
| Too awful to be flaunted |
| I have to live with it forever |
| Remember forever the pain you caused |
| My face ablazed by a friend |
| He’s sitting here at hand |
| I watch his face, his eyes are glazed |
| Tullius are you there? |
| This is the robe of a slave of your own |
| And this medallion, look what it shows |
| «Tullius Murena, yes I saw it too» |
| Said the man dressed in blue |
| Even in death |
| Things can come back |
| Saturnalia |
| Saturnalia! |
| Saturnalia! |
| Saturnalia! |
| Saturnalia! |
| Saturnalia! |
| Saturnalia! |
| Saturnalia! |
| Per falcem |
| Senem |
| Et puerum |
| Regeneramur |
| Ad lux tenebris |
| That’s the tale of Saturnalia |