HAGGARD LYRICS

1. Rachmaninov: Choir

2. Pestilencia

Aides moi...
[Help me...]

Oh, il est tombe! Mais, qu'est-ce qu'il a?
[Oh, he's fallen down! But what's wrong with him?]
Saint vierge! Au secours!
[Blessed Virgin! Help!]
Venez! Venez! Venez!
[Come! Come! Come!]

C'est la peste! C'est la peste!
[It's pestilence! It's pestilence!]
Sauve qui peut! Sauve qui peut!
[Run for cover! Run for cover!]

Dominus vobiscum
[May the Lord be with you.]
Et cum spiritu tuo. Quid est, quod vis?
[An with thy spirit. What is it, that you want?]

Iter! Claudite fenestras et portas! Nunc manus
[Go! Close the windows and the doors! Now the hand]
Dei punientis pestilentiam etiam
[of God that is punishing has brought the Pestilence]
Agentem apportavit!
[to Agen!]

Domine, serva animos nostros...
[Lord, guard our souls]

3. Heavenly Damnation

Suffering dementia
Unchains the secret's bearer
Unholy visions "God forgive me!"
Are coming nearer - coming nearer, Amen!

Lux perpetua, domine
[The eternal brilliance, Lord]

Dementia slowly unlightens the mind
And satan steals the morninglight

Domine
[Lord]

Viju svet V notschi tumanoi
[I see the light in the mist of night]
Ne prognat mne prisrak strany
[Can't banish the strange ghost]
Svet Negasnusei svetschi
[The light of ever-burning candle]
Gorit, Gorit V notschi
[Is burning, burning in the night]
Svet Negasnusei svetschi
[The light of ever-burning candle]
Gorit, Gorit V notschi
[Is burning, burning in the night]

So God has found him weeping
And wrath flickered deep withing His eyes
So thy shalt suffer
As long ago the one's been crucified
The keeper of the Lord's mark
Is rising up with this ability
Heavenly damnation
So thou shalt trust the seer...

Svet Negasnusei svetschi
[The light of ever-burning candle]
Gorit, Gorit V notschi
[Is burning, burning in the night]

4. The Final Victory

We are writing the year 1543 AD, the time the black plaque struck
Agen, here Michael Nostradamus lived with his wife and two children.
He confidently began to treat his fellow citizens, but - unfortunately -
Was not able to save his family from his old enemy...
This was also a time the holy cross was rising with unstoppable might
Again, a trace of tears and blood covered the land

The final victory
Has crushed the autumn silence
The final victory
Has crushed the autumn silence

Mortius, domine, lux perpetua luceat
[For the dead, Lord, may eternal light shine]
Mortius, domine, lux perpetua luceat
[For the dead, Lord, may eternal light shine]
Mortius, domine
[For the dead, Lord.]

Viju svet v notschi tumanoi
Ne prognat mne prisrak strany
Svet Negasnusei svetschi
Gorit, Gorit v notschi

So God has found him weeping
And wrath flickered deep withing His eyes
So thy shalt suffer
As long ago the one's been crucified
The keeper of the Lord's mark
Is rising up with this ability
Heavenly damnation
So thou shalt trust the seer...

5. Saltorella La Manuelina

[instrumental]

6. Awaking The Centuries

Awaking the Centuries

In the books of what will be
Written by the demon lord?
Never lift your head up to the east
'cause darkness wakes the best!

Der Kerzen Schein
[The candles' light]
Er leuchtet fahl
[Is palely shining]
Als das Sonnenlicht er stahl
[When He stole the sunlight]
Und nur das grosse Himmelszelt
[And only the great sky's tent]
Bezeugt das Ende dieser Welt
[Is witness to the end of this world]

So feed the spark
Welcome to the land of dark
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind
Take my hand
Forgotten in the promised land
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind

The knowledge, brought to the world
Is growing with a bitter taste
In a dream I saw things that will be
Centuries away

Des Mondes Schein
[The moon's glow]
Er leuchtet fahl
[Is palely shining]
Das Herz der Finsternis er stahl
[He stole the Heart of Darkness]
Nun gleißend Lichte ihn umgibt
[Now glistening light surrounds him]
Und doch des Menschen Hoffnung siegt...?
[And so Man's hope prevails?]

So feed the spark
Welcome to the land of dark
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind
Take my hand
Forgotten in the promised land
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind

The night when evil steps out of the dark
And the cross is rising again
And fires are keeping the light
Burn, my friend...

And the sign of humanity is burning tonight
I can't escape from this ritual silence
Humanity's burning tonight

When I open my eyes
I see soldiers in the fields
Dead bodies on the ground
There are children inbetween
Explosions shock the land
And the evil shows its face
The one called Hister rises
This is the fall of grace...

Beast ferocious from hunger will swim across rivers
The greater part of the region will be against the Hister
The great one will cause it to be dragged in an iron cage
When the German child will observe nothing

In the books of what will be
Written by the demon lord?
Never lift your head up to the east
'cause darkness wakes the best!

Der Kerzen Schein
[The candle light]
Er leuchtet fahl
[Is palely shining]
Als das Sonnenlicht er stahl
[When He stole the sunlight]
Und nur das grosse Himmelszelt
[And only the great sky's tent]
Bezeugt das Ende dieser Welt
[Is witness to the end of this world]

So feed the spark
Welcome to the land of dark
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind
Take my hand
Forgotten in the promised land
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind

The knowledge, brought to the world
Is growing with a bitter taste
In a dream I saw things that will be
Centuries away

So feed the spark
Welcome to the land of dark
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind
Take my hand
Forgotten in the promised land

Death in all the centuries is what I left behind

And the sign of humanity is burning tonight
I can't escape from this ritual silence
Humanity's burning tonight

7. Statement Zur Lage Der Musica

[instrumental with spoken words in old German:]

Wart!
Ich erzehl euch von den Trummen, man nenne yetz bey uns Tympanu als die grossen Herbauken, von kupferen kessell gemacht und mir Kalbs fell über zogen, daruff schlecht man mit Klüpfeln, das es ser laut und helle tumelt.
Under Fürsten höfe zu den felt trumeten, wan man zu tisch plaset oder wan ein Fürst in ein Stat ein reitet oder aufzeucht oder in das Felt zeucht, das synd gar ungeheur rumpelfesser!
Dise bauken alle synd wie sye wellen sie machen vil onruwe en Erbern frummen alten leuten, den Siechen und Kranken, den andechtigen in den clöstern, die zu lesen, zu studieren und zu beten haben!
Und ich glaub und halt es für war der tüfel habe sie erdacht und gemacht, dann gantz kein holtseligkeit noch guats daran ist sunder ein vertempfung und ein nyder truckung all' süss melodey und der gantzen Musica!

[translation to modern German:]

Wart!
Ich erzähl euch von den Trommeln! Man bezeichnet jetzt bei uns die großen Heerpauken von Kupferkessel gemacht und mit Kalbsfell überzogen als Timpanu. Darauf schlägt man mit Knüppeln, dass es sehr laut und helle klingt
Und Fürstenhöfe zu dem Feld trommeln wann es zu Essen ist oder wann ein Fürste in ein Stadt ein reitet oder aufzeucht oder in das Feld zeucht. Das sind gar ungeheure Rumpelfässer.
Diese Bauken sind alle wie eine Welle ???. Sie machen viel Unruhe den ärmen fommen allten Leuten, den Siechen und Kranken, den Andächtigen in den Klöstern, die zu lesen, zu studieren und zu beten haben.
Und ich glaub - und ich halt es führ wahr - der teufel habe sie gemacht und erdacht. Da kann ich nichts schönes noch gutes daran finden, sondern eine verteufelung und ein niedertrug aller süssen Melodie und der ganzen Musika!

[English translation:]

Wait!
I tell you of the drums! The large bass drums of copper boiler made and with calf skin covered are now calles Tympanu in these lands. Whereupon one strikes with clubs the fact that it does very very loud and brighten
and courts to the field when it's time for lunch or when a prince rides towards a town or want's to leave or is leaving. That are tremendous rumbling-kegs.
This drums are like a wave ???. They make much unrest for the poor, old people, the ill people and the monks in the Monasterys, who have to study to read and to pray.
And I believe - and I say it is true - the devil it made and devised. I can't find anything nice or good about it but a down-carrying of the sweet melody and the whole Music!

8. In A Fullmoon Procession

As the evening breaks
The night awakes
And the land is mournfully wrapped in silence
Sorrow last
And remains the past
cause this will be my ending day

Then the moonlight dies
And torches rise
See the crowd longing for the ritual burning
Holy rhymes, as the churchbells chime
cause this will be my ending day

Silent thief
Take me away
Let my soul rest in the realm of fairytales
And as the fire enlightens the dark
I see the face bewildered with guilt
And nobody's speaking a word

As the dark night enters

See the soul that's coming out of darkness into light
Pictures, I can't fight
Appearing in front of my eyes
Like silhouettes in the night

Like they give bread to the beggars
They get ready for the feast
Cruelty absorbed by their eyes
Within this midwinters breeze

Silent thief
Take me away
Let my soul rest in the realm of fairytales
And as the fire enlightens the dark
I see the face bewildered with guilt
And nobody's speaking a word

As the dark night enters
As the dark night enters

9. Menuett

[instrumental]

10. Prophecy Fulfilled

[Prophecy Fulfilled]

Out beneath the nightly sky
Squat down on the ground
His breath warms up the wintry air
The truth hurts, that he found

He might be the chosen one
The one, allowed to see
God's eye for the human race
That ends in misery

Nobody knows...
That it is real, nobody knows... that it is real!

It's so powerful to foresee
With divine astronomy
The light inside the crystal soul
Protecs me from the wintry coldness
But a dark might is on the lead
And thy scares start to bleed... again...

[And The Dark Night Entered]

And Michael Nostradamus began to wander
through Europe for the next six years, where
he first became aware the awakening of
his prophetic powers

Divine astronomy...

So god has found him weeping
And weath flickered deep withis his eyes
For thy shalt suffer
As long ago...

Sadness comes from deep inside
There are so many shades of winter
His breath warms up the wintry air
Punishment to all the sinners

Dementia slowly unlightnes the mind...

So god had found him weeping
And wrath flickered deep withis his eyes
For thy shalt suffer
As long ago...

Your wish shalt be denied...
So do you hear the echoes of the ones that'll slowly die?
Prophecy fulfilled
And torture comes at midnight
A dark sign's burning brighter than the light

So do you hear the echoes...?

Out beneath the nightly sky
Squat down on the ground
His breath warms up the wintry air
The truth hurts, that he found

He might be the chosen one
The one, allowed to see
God's eye for the human race
That ends in misery

Nobody knows...
That it is real, nobody knows... that it is real!

11. Courante

[instrumental]

12. Rachmaninov: Choir

HAGGARD LYRICS