World's End Inn - Lyrics

Heritage cry
Music:Kalêvala - Lyrics:D.Zoncheddu

Da un racconto piu' antico di "Hamlet" (fonte originaria di ispirazione?) un principe spodestato ritorna, comandato dalla voce del suo diritto di sangue. Il Thane esige con voce di tuono, ed il popolo leva le falci, armi di restituzione!

Used to sleep in the cold
between a fire and a circle of wolves.
There’s a village where the wood gets low
there nothing’s said but something told.
From a gipsy girl you bought with a kiss
a response and two eyes to miss
She said:”Take your head out of the sand,
son of the brother of who rules the land!”
The wizard in the golden hall foretold luck for his reign
but the old man in the cavern said:
“You’re a diamond in the rough state”
He burned the boughs,they wrote on the rocks
until the stone got warm:
- Seed of a killed king, father of the storm! -
“Throw your mantle!
Show your ring!
People waitin’ to fight and sing!”
To the meeting at the stones !
all their sickles now are swords
North and South,West and East
swear the oath, raise their fist!
Hear the noises of the crowd
you should hear those who cry loud!
Hear the whispers of the ground
it waits for thunder to come down!
“We are waitin’…deliver us!”
They’re waitin’ for someone to deliver’em.
“Come the storm!”



Faëriee
Music:Kalêvala - Lyrics:A.Bianchi

Il regno delle fate visto dal suo lato oscuro, erbe velenose si nutrono della tua anima per il gioco sadico di creature capricciose e letali! In forma di racconto il pretesto per citare tradizioni popolari britanniche sull' argomento

Haunted fire burning bright
Lights the forest ,moonlight smile
Willow trees bless pagan rites
Creeps life that day can only hide
Through the dancin’ fireflies
Woody arhythmic beats nearby,
whistle disharmonious rhymes
Gathering,rings out the magic chimes
Feel attracted by beastie eyes,
naked like the day I die
Take a step, break circle lights
swift elapse and they…spin me round.
Roots start climbing to the sky, and leaves go down below…
liquid laughing,my mind seems to explode
Silver Gates are open now,on the rotten way to Core,
human eyes rip the veil of Underworld.
“Leprechaun…Nuahcerpel!”

(* pron.= Leprecön ..Nöcerpel)

“Glad to see you!,manling servant,kneel to OBERON your lord,
now you walk the Hall of Evermore!”
“You will be the source of our sexual exaltation,
deadly extinction pleasure’ll be your fate!”
Sirens…come from river “Soul”…Faëriee
Givers and gifts my stream nymphs,…human!
Sickly smell from these female flowers…Faëriee
Stare at the roses from Moor that weeds you call!
My ancient galliard shall break your spell,turn barrow reign to light
“Eerie” choose to deal or take up the fight!
You force me to the dealing round ,my present you refuse…
sure it’s less than life, my man,you lose?
Just pay for your freedom with vivid gems of life…
The small price of two human eyes!
“Take’em! keep’em! I don’t need to see,*Leanan-Sidhe has to set me free!”

(* pron.= Lan-awnshee)

Hold the pact, manling, I’ll light your way outside,
and keep in payment the eyes…of your son!



My ballad for Pilgrims an' Crows
Music: Kalêvala - Lyrics: S.Casula

Una carovana di pellegrini verso Ovest, sempre verso il Sole per raggiungere le verdi praterie.
Ma il Sole puo' bruciare gli occhi e la pelle, e l'anima iniziare a ricercare l'oscurita' come sollievo.
A volte perseguendo sempre la stessa direzione ci si ritrova sulla sponda sbagliata del Bene e del Male.


I’m a stranger,these strangers I call friends
we march together to the promised land
we follow our fate on this everlasting day
but winds of the West swept the truth away

Eyes are bleeding and burning like fire
for the shining sun is our only guide
“we must face Satan,give praise to the Lord”
we can’t even remember who we’re dying for
I know that another age will come
we’ll belive until the night will fall

Take the path of the ground
when the gates of Eden will be found
Take the path of the ground
before the call of the dawn

Somewhere under the ground
we’ll be the memory of a town
Take the path of the ground
for gates of Hell must be found

Listen to my story
about the price we pay for glory
listen to the song of time

To the sun we ride
through rivers of white light
from the sun we’re going to hide

To the sun we march
waiting for the dark
at last we feel the shadows nigh

I know another time is near
now that we are blind everything is so clear
stars have never been so dark
scars become the devil’s mark

I’m a stranger these strangers I call friends
now my ballad’s coming to an end
neither knowing nor needing to know
why we’re just pilgrims but we feel like crows

In the middle of this sacred circle we invoke the God of Dusk
while mists of ashes surround our eyes like a macabre mask

chorus:”God of Dusk bless this mound”

We dance the dance of time,its dust is running through my veins
soon,under cover of darkness we will creep across the land
the only lights that we can stand are the thunderbolts and stars
for they’re the words of darkness tearing the sky apart.

Take the path of the ground
inside this wicked temple mound
Take the path of the ground
before the coming of dawn

Somewhere under the ground
we’ll be the memory of a town
Take the path of the ground
for the gates of Hell have been found



Worlds End Inn
Music:Kalêvala - Lyrics:A.Bianchi


Neil Gaiman e "Sandman" all' inizio poi ... un porto di mare, un crocicchio nel Delta,
una locanda durante il cammino .
Quando hai bisogno di una luce e di sentire le storie che portano i viaggiatori dalla frontiera,
...si incontrano tutti qui!


Old sextant you don’t work well tonight
too high sister Pole Star in the Orion sky
at Borgopass I turn left... maybe right?
think I’ll set my sail on the Wird wind this time!

Lil’ abaft of the Sun at the bow o’ the Moon
as far as the Pléiades or an upwind harpoon
a place you shall find when there’s no road to hit
sparks the water mill of Long John Silver’s Inn.

De-la de-la dee dee HO!
no wisdom I’m looking for!
neither searching for the knowledge
De-la de-la dee dee HO!
just console my soul - Das Grenzevolk! -
with a stout or an abbey ale
where the rocky road falls!

The Dutchman shouts “Aye, aye crew! Tides for the next bloody fly”
they chantent “La Messe des Morts” tasting burgundy wine
Elric “freond min” deal me Chaos’ cards in my hand
it’s too hard to solve Lord’s riddle for this borderline man.
Is there something to learn? All just rollin’ of dice?
Ask who’ll press “apple/Q” on my Photoshop file!

Dee-la Dee-la Dee-Dee HO!
We’ll sing refrains no more! - Das Grenzevolk! -
Yet Jig’s lilt reaches us across the cliffs
Dee-la Dee-la Dee-Dee HO!
To tell of Wandering Jew… when he’s tired of wandering
but still proud o’ being Jew

Dee-la Dee-la Dee-Dee HO!
Well... just one more time at all
so drink the sour cup of life in
1..2..3..4 draughts
Dee-la Dee-la Dee-Dee HO!
'Till it’s empty go slow
you may find the hidden sweet
or you can always hope!



Theoden’s speech
Music:Kalêvala - Lyrics:D.Zoncheddu
Ovviamente "the Lord of the Rings" un doveroso debito da pagare nella figura di uno dei personaggi minori: abbattuto, piegato, sconfitto nel corpo e nello spirito...un'ultima volta si puo' tornare in sella e...cosa piu' importante si puo' chiedere ai nostri fratelli di cavalcare con noi!

“Where now the horse and the rider?Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk,and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.”
(Lament of the Rohirrim)
Hidden swords and whispered words ,shall Grima heal my pain?
my shoulders bent, my tremblin’ hand
I saw the clouds
I wait for the rain.
He’s the One who watchin’ darkness doesn’t close his eyes
thunder from his severe wood, woke me from the dead of night
I failed to see
I failed to do
I’ll repair my wrongs!
Punishment…for those who fooled me!
for the faithful…crowns!
I hail you Land!
I pray and bow my head.
Black clouds are approaching from the eastern sky
like the fathers of the fathers of your fathers ride!
and if you want
…sing for me once more!
Here are now the black ghosts of the Nine who died
horse,make shadows fear our last ride,
hear my battle cry!
I’ll pay in blood,let me earn some pride!
Kings!
they live in battle, in battle they die...
they find glory on Middle Earth or at Manwe’s side
Here I fall!
I fought and won and died!



Skrimshander
Music:Kalêvala - Lyrics: D.Zoncheddu,A.Bianchi


Il capitano Achab e' Dio!
Ma Dio ora vede..
Dalle oscure ossature dell'Oceano Dio sorge bianco di luce mortale, ed insegna ad Achab che la vita e' ingiusta, vana, e priva di significato...che la sua bellezza sta in questo e che rifiutarlo conduce solamente all'ossesione.
Achab non lo ascolta.



“Singin’ the old song, men
and let’s have a drink to the old Buddies dead!
I had a name, …seas washed apart,just like the tides in the shores of my heart
Waves sail the coffin along to the end…
Singin’ the old song, men!”
Every night it’s like a fever
hear it!
Wood against wood, he feels it’s getting’ nearer
I know
now he screams at every scream,he talks to every ship we meet
and looks far away
He shuts up and he shouts and his thoughts are too loud
to be heard now.
The heart of the shepherd ran dry
he’ll never lead the sheep out of the night
The heart of the shepherd ran dry for the saltness of the sea.
The water, seem to reflect the sky
but don’t confuse that supernatural White
someone can reach but that shade of Gehenna’s fire
Hold the rhumb line, fathom by fathom
to the ivory Maëlstrom
three times the helmsman saw the Davy Jones call!
now he asks everyone,he stands beside this fatal man
and looks far away
we call him fool ‘cause his charades are too hard to be solved now.
Where has poor Pip gone?
He’s been too long there alone
water maybe washed his heart,the sky surely stole his soul!
I know nothing good is waiting for us all!
His life! He forgot his flesh is not stone
if you could hear sounds under this deep flat blue wall
you’d know nothing good is waitin for us all.
The heart of the shepherd ran dry
he’ll never lead the sheep out of the night
The heart of the shepherd ran dry for the saltness of the sea.
“Here Lord my father I lie
tried to be yours more than mine
but at the end what’s a man
to live all his God’s life?”
The water,look,may seem to reflect the sky
but don’t confuse that supernatural White
someone can reach but that shade of Gehenna’s fire
…someone can reach but that shade of Gehenna’s fire…



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