Haggard — All'Inizio È La Morte song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "All'Inizio È La Morte" by Haggard.
Lyrics
Tremens factus sum ego
Et timeo
Dum discussio
Venerit at que ventura ira
Et timeo
Dum discussio
Venerit at que ventura ira
Herbei, ihr Leut' - das Fest beginnt
Nehmt Platz auf besten Rängen
Seht, wie der flehend Mann dort kniet
Seht den Ketzer, ich sag, er soll brennen heut' Nacht
Soll ihn spür'n, den Tod, er kommt langsam und lacht
Und als die Töchter des Teufels er nennt
Die Sense den Faden des Lebens zertrennt
Und als sein letzter Schrei erstirbt
Die Flammen ihn verschlingen
Und Kindesweinen bricht die Still…
Seht zur Asche ward er, der die Lügen erzählt
Im Zeichen des Kreuzes
Hat er seinen Tod selbst gewählt
Doch unsere Seelen sind rein…
Doch unsere Seelen sind rein…
Schenkt aus den Wein!
Profundis Clamavi
And as the dark procession then as been fulfilled
For their god — a sacrifice — his blood was spilled
So Death took him to mother’s chest
Where he may rest.
And the weather says, it’s springtime
See the leafs in darkest green
And his screams hall in the nightly breeze
And his darkened sorrows seed
Dark are all the autumn nights
Where mind and stars unite
Knowing forbidden wisdom
And all the things he sees
Collected in a chamber
Secrets of astronomy
The rage in their eyes
Torches in their hands
And the power of the cross
Bringing fear to all the land
… and darkness comes to us all!
Profundis Clamavi!
And as the dark procession…
Schenkt aus den Wein!
Lyrics translation
Tremens factus sum ego
Et timeo
Dum discussio
Venerit at que ventura ira
Et timeo
Dum discussio
Venerit at que ventura ira
Come, you people - the feast begins
Take a seat in the best ranks
See how the supplicating man kneels there
Behold the heretic, I say He Shall Burn tonight
Should he feel death, he comes slowly and laughs
And as the daughters of the devil he calls
The scythe cuts the thread of life
And when his last cry dies
The flames engulf him
And child crying breaks the Still…
Behold, he who tells lies turned to ashes
Under the sign of the cross
Did he choose his own death
But our souls are pure…
But our souls are pure…
Pour out the wine!
Profundis Clamavi
And as the dark procession then as been fulfilled
For their god - a sacrifice — his blood was spilled
So death took him to mother's chest
Where he may rest.
And the weather says, it's springtime
See the leafs in darkest green
And his screams hall in the nightly breeze
And his darkened sorrows seed
Dark are all the autumn nights
Where mind and stars unite
Knowing forbidden wisdom
And all the things he sees
Collected in a chamber
Secrets of astronomy
The rage in their eyes
Torches in their hands
And the power of the cross
Bringing fear to all the land
... and darkness comes to us all!
Profundis Clamavi!
And as the dark procession…
Pour out the wine!