Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Muinaiset, artist - Moonsorrow. Album song Varjoina kuljemme kuolleiden maassa, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: Spinefarm Records
Song language: Finnish(Suomi)
Muinaiset(original) |
A trail dimly familiar takes the lost ones along |
Fallen trees lead the steps to the forest’s edge |
The song of the ancient forces still echoes here |
Reflected in their tears: a starless night which has seen the end |
The rotting leaves on the ground surely remember |
Perhaps they heard the harbingers of doom riding past |
Far from war and hunger |
Far from the world which was set ablaze |
Here we must remain, we are so few |
To trust the gods, perhaps for another moment we’ll survive |
Beneath the stubs we’ll make our beds, with foliage as our blankets |
No need to fear the flowing water |
No ash pouring down from the sky here |
If unfamiliar with yourself in the darkness |
You will not know what you hear in the silence |
From mouth to mouth the ancient wisdom’s travel |
Words dating from years before our birth |
We knew it all, yet lacked understanding |
As we are gazed at by a thousand eyes |
Towards them our heads turn |
Meet the Ancient Ones! |
The Ancient Power which tears down the creations of man |
And is itself reborn |
As heaven opens and drenches the land |
Every tree is rooted in stone |
Thus the walls of the fortress fall |
The walls of hatred splintered like glass |
Rusting machines from a time gone by |
Ships remain at the bottom, forgotten |
And all our traces washed in clean water |
Thousands of years wiped away in a flash |
Holy writings return to the ground |
Meet the Ancient Ones! |
Meet the new World! |
(translation) |
A trail dimly familiar takes the lost ones along |
Fallen trees lead the steps to the forest’s edge |
The song of the ancient forces still Echoes here |
Reflected in their Tears: a starless night which has seen the end |
The rotting leaves on the ground surely remember |
Perhaps they heard the harbingers of doom riding past |
Far from war and hunger |
Far from the world which was set ablaze |
Here we must remain, we are so few |
To trust the Gods, perhaps for another moment we’ll Survive |
Beneath the stubs we’ll make our beds, with foliage as our blankets |
No need to fear the flowing water |
No ash pouring down from the sky here |
If unfamiliar with yourself in the Darkness |
You will not know what you hear in the silence |
From mouth to mouth the ancient wisdom’s travel |
Words dating from years before our birth |
We knew it all, yet lacked understanding |
As we are gazed at by a thousand eyes |
Towards them our heads turn |
Meet the Ancient Ones! |
The Ancient Power which tears down the creations of man |
And is itself Reborn |
As Heaven opens and drenches the land |
Every tree is rooted in stone |
Thus the walls of the Fortress fall |
The walls of hatred splintered like glass |
Rusting machines from a time gone by |
Ships remain at the bottom, Forgotten |
And all our traces washed in clean water |
Thousands of years wiped away in a flash |
Holy writings return to the ground |
Meet the Ancient Ones! |
Meet the new World! |