Moonsorrow — Jumalten Kaupunki/Tuhatvuotinen Perintö song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Jumalten Kaupunki/Tuhatvuotinen Perintö" by Moonsorrow.
Lyrics
Tuhannen vuotta olemme kulkeneet
eksyksissä, etsien kadotettua kansaamme, ja katso!
edessämme avautuu tie jumalten kaupunkiin.
Tuon laakson pohjalla
taivaiden tornien ympäröimänä.
Joet vilkkaat risteävät
aikaa ammoista kuljettaen.
Saattue pysähtyy
lämpimään sateeseen.
Jossain kaukaisuudessa
pronssitorvi soi — kuunnelkaa!
Tie aukenee laaksoon,
vedet ain' virtaa alaspäin.
Ikuisuuteen aika vie,
kultaiseen taloon jumalten.
Ukkonen valaisee
seinämät vuorten jylhien.
Vesi rummuttaa kattoa metsän
sen kansaa raviten.
Tuhannen vuotta kulunut kai
on siitä kun täältä lähdimme.
Vihdoin olemme kotona
kaupungissa ikuisten.
Tie aukenee laaksoon,
vedet ain' virtaa alaspäin.
Ikuisuuteen aika vie,
kultaiseen taloon jumalten.
Puisen pöydän äärellä
esi-isät juhlivat.
Sirpaleissa rikotun lumouksen
jalat veressä tanssien.
Vesi kadonneen järvenselän
iäisyydessä lepää.
Heikko pinta peilityyni väreilee
vain kosketuksesta ihmisen.
Tuhannen vuotta ja veljet toisensa pettävät.
Niin jumalten kaupungin
kauneus edessämme katoaa.
For a thousand years we have wandered,
seeking for our forsaken people, and lo!
before us is the path to the city of the gods.
At the bottom of that valley
surrounded by heavenly towers.
There cross two brisk rivers
carrying long gone time.
Here the company will stop,
resting in the warmth of rain.
Somewhere far, far away
sounds a bronzen horn — hearken!
Path leads to a valley,
waters running downwards.
To eternity our time shall lead us,
to the golden house of the gods.
At the flash of lightning
the dreary mountains unveil.
Water pounds the green vault,
nourishing the woodland folk.
A thousand years may have passed
from the moment we left our home.
At last have we returned
to the city of the eternal.
Path leads to a valley,
waters running downwards.
To eternity our time shall lead us,
to the golden house of the gods.
Our forefathers, they feast
around a wooden table.
In the fragments of a broken spell
they dance with blooded feet.
The open, forsaken lake
is sleeping in forever.
The frail unrippled breaks
only at the touch of man.
A thousand years
for a brother to betray brother.
And the beauty of the city of the gods
will vanish before our eyes.
Lyrics translation
For a thousand years we have passed
lost, seeking our lost people, and behold!
before US Opens the way to the city of the gods.
At the bottom of that valley
surrounded by towers of heaven.
Rivers busy intersecting
taking time away from the vaping.
Convoy stops
warm rain.
Somewhere in the distance
the bronze horn rings-listen!
The road opens into the Valley,
the waters ain't flowing down.
Time takes forever,
the Golden House of the gods.
Thunder shines
the walls of the mountains.
Water drumming the ceiling of the forest
nourishing its people.
A thousand years passed, I guess.
it's since we left here.
Finally we're home
in the city of the eternal.
The road opens into the Valley,
the waters ain't flowing down.
Time takes forever,
the Golden House of the gods.
By the wooden table
ancestors celebrate.
The enchantment broken in shrapnel
feet in blood dancing.
Water from The Lost Lake
rest forever.
The weak surface of my mirror vibrates
only by contact with a human.
A thousand years, and the brothers are cheating on each other.
Such a city of Gods
the beauty before us disappears.
For a thousand years we have wandered,
looking for our forsaken people, and lo!
before us is the path to the city of the gods.
At the bottom of that valley
surrounded by heavenly towers.
There cross two brisk rivers
carrying long gone time.
Here the company will stop,
resting in the warm of rain.
Somewhere far, far away
sounds a bronze horn-hearken!
Path leads to a valley,
waters running downs.
To eternity our time shall lead us,
to the golden house of the gods.
At the flash of lightning
the dreary mountains unveil.
Water pounds the green vault,
nourishing the woodland folk.
A thousand years may have passed
from the moment we left our home.
At last have we returned
to the city of the eternal.
Path leads to a valley,
waters running downs.
To eternity our time shall lead us,
to the golden house of the gods.
Our forefathers, they feast
around a wooden table.
In the fragments of a broken spell
they dance with blooded feet.
The open, forsaken lake
is sleeping in forever.
The frail unrippled breaks
only at the touch of man.
A thousand years
for a brother to betray brother.
And the beauty of the city of the gods
will vanish before our eyes.