De la morte noire (Chapter IV) - Haggard

Born through astral constellation

Those pictures are now getting clearer

Inside his head

And sent by the highest god

They start to rise from the deepest depth

«My King — dead — no!!!

Dying by the lance… so slow…»

He wipes the tears

Away, and tries to think

As clear as the falling rain

But his hope begins to sink

But his hope begins to sink…

.

down to this point

Do you fear?

Yes you do, and you always will!

The bleeding of another part

Crawls into your mind and still…

Es kam zu erinnern

An des Menschen Buße

Die Maske des Vogels

Nickt höhnisch zum Gruße

In Schwarz gehüllt

Auf schwarzem Rosse getragen

Die Menschheit zu knechten

Kam der Herr der Plagen

Pest regiert mit strafender Hand

Und Leichen bedecken das Land… das Land

Es kam zu erinnern

An des Menschen Buße

Die Maske des Vogels

Nickt höhnisch zum Gruße

In Schwarz gehüllt

Auf schwarzem Rosse getragen

Die Menschheit zu knechten

Kam der Herr der Plagen

Pest regiert mit strafender Hand

Und Leichen bedecken das Land… das Land

Out of the sorcerer’s chamber?

Or do they come straight from the hands of the goal?

This roses' leaves seem to be magic

And saved all the poor population below

«My wife… sons… no!!!

Diphteria creeps, and no one knows…»

Born through astral constellation

Those pictures are now getting clearer

Inside his head

And sent by the highest god

They start to rise from the deepest depth

«My King — dead — no!!!

Dying by the lance... so slow...»

He wipes the tears

Away, and tries to think

As clear as the falling rain

But his hope begins to sink

But his hope begins to sink…

.

down to this point

Do you fear?

Yes you do, and you always want!

The bleeding of another part

Crawls into your mind and still...

It came to remember

To man's penance

The mask of the bird

Nods scornfully in greeting

Wrapped in black

Carried on a black horse

To enslave humanity

came the lord of the plagues

Plague rules with a punishing hand

And corpses cover the land... the land

It came to remember

To man's penance

The mask of the bird

Nods scornfully in greeting

Wrapped in black

Carried on a black horse

To enslave humanity

came the lord of the plagues

Plague rules with a punishing hand

And corpses cover the land... the land

Out of the sorcerer's chamber?

Or do they come straight from the hands of the goal?

These roses' leaves seem to be magic

And saved all the poor population below

«My wife... sons... no!!!

Diphteria creeps, and no one knows…»