Lyrics N.A.F.H. - Selvans

N.A.F.H.

Around me
Resounds the horn of desperation!
Eternal crying
Across the ranks of lives denied.
I’m still dazed
After the clash of arms.
That swept away
All my valiance!
There’s no hope!
There’s no faith!
There is no god close to me!
Only rust and barren lands
Covered by scarlet blood
Of whom lies on the ground
Fright treads on me!
The roar of horse hooves
Comes from the hills
While they are raiding my land
Fire treads on me!
Under the armor
My flesh is burning
I can smell the stench.
Under a shower of arrows
That covers the sky to my wide open eyes
Someone
Moves forward
Victims of strain!
A flickering light
Sweetly perish by the weight of ashes
Ravens flies upon the rests of my friends
No one will ever sing these men’s deeds
Chased by beasts with ravenous eyes
We run for miles
Tyrants are upon us!
Standards with eagles are frightening us
They will pierce us with their spears!
Condemned to live
In a mist of regrets
My body is worn out,
But my eyes are still wide!
The words that my father
Told me in that field
Now awakens my pride,
The force comes to me!
Hope in my eyes
Decives my mind
There’s no way to save my life!
The fear will rise!
Hope in my eyes
Consumed by crying
There’s no day after this night
Fear weaves it’s web!
Now the ropes are tied around my neck!
Ravens flies upon the end of my strength
No one will ever sing
This man’s ordeal!
Lady of the dawn,
Caress my lips
And close my eyes!
Spettatore impotente
del tramonto della mia esistenza
I miei sensi cullati
dal canto delle ombre d’Averno
Pianto di Strigi erte sui rami
di questa insana mente!!!
Si perde nel buio della mia solitudine
Gelide lame hanno trafitto le mie carni
I miei arti strappati
Ora cibo per corvi
Quando la mia ombra lascerà questa terra
Tu, cantore di guerra
Non udirai il suo fiato
Nell’attesa che la storia ricordi il mio nome
Gli allori appassiranno,
I fiumi seccheranno,
I venti levigheranno le pietre di questa piana
E con esse le mie ossa
Nessun inno di gloria in memoria di me
Nessun idolo
Nessuna iscrizione
Nei libri di storia non troverai il mio nome
Ora
Il buio incombe!
E alla fine di esso
Una flebile luce
Preludio
Del nulla.