Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brigobannis, artist - Imperium Dekadenz. Album song Meadows of Nostalgia, in the genre Date of issue: 18.03.2013
Record label: Season of Mist
Song language: Deutsch
Brigobannis(original) |
| Eisig ruft der Wind zurück zur Feste |
| Reisst am Harnisch, zehrt am Leib |
| Dort, wo der Mond die schwarzen Tannen streift |
| … will ich meine müden Knochen wärmen |
| Nebelgeister, Schattenspiele |
| Schmieden Ranken böser Pläne |
| Das Auge durchstreift die Dunkelheit |
| Erstarrt bei jedem Hauch |
| Selbst der Wald Blickt wie gebannt |
| Wie Seel' und Fleisch gemartert werden |
| Abnoba, rette uns aus Klamm und Trug |
| Ehren will ich Flüsse, Wälder |
| Abnoba, rette uns aus Klamm und Trug |
| Dein Reich, dein Heim, dein Heiligtum |
| Cold blows the wind back the the stronghold |
| Tears at the armour wears at the body |
| There were the moon touches the black fir trees |
| …I want to warm my tired bones |
| Misty spirits, shadowplays conspire obliquely |
| My eyes scan the darkness and I jolt with each passing shadow |
| Even the woods seem transfixed at how soul and flesh are punished |
| Abnoba, rescue us our of harms way |
| I will praise your rivers and your woods |
| Abnoba, rescue us out of harms way |
| Your realm, your abode, your sanctuary |
| (translation) |
| The wind calls icy back to the fortress |
| Tears at the armor, eats away at the body |
| Where the moon touches the black fir trees |
| ... I want to warm my tired bones |
| Foggy spirits, shadow plays |
| Forge tendrils of evil plans |
| The eye roams the darkness |
| Freezes with every breath |
| Even the forest gazes spellbound |
| How soul and flesh are martyred |
| Abnoba, save us from clamminess and deceit |
| I want to honor rivers, forests |
| Abnoba, save us from clamminess and deceit |
| Your kingdom, your home, your sanctuary |
| Cold blows the wind back the the stronghold |
| Tears at the armor wears at the body |
| There were the moon touches the black fir trees |
| …I want to warm my tired bones |
| Misty spirits, shadowplays conspire obliquely |
| My eyes scan the darkness and I jolt with each passing shadow |
| Even the woods seem transfixed at how soul and flesh are punished |
| Abnoba, rescue us our of harms way |
| I will praise your rivers and your woods |
| Abnoba, rescue us out of harms way |
| Your realm, your abode, your sanctuary |