Aue der nostalgie - Imperium Dekadenz

Dorn und Dickicht wachen stets

Umarmen deinen Hain, dein Reich

Herbstdunst, Atem finst’rer Regen

Hüllt Nostalgie in Farben edlen Glücks

Oh du unser rauhes Herz

In der Mitte deiner Seel'

Singt unser Feuer Glorie

Wärmt die starren Wände

Aue der Nostalgie

Eins werden Geist und Fammenklang

Und die Schatten durchs Gemäuer kriechen

Laben sich am Worteklang

Und dem Hallen uns’rer Kehlen

Wo Nostalgie die Seele nährt

Wohnt unser Geist der Lebensfäden

Webt Segel, in die der Wind des Schicksals bläst

… und reisst uns mit sich

Weit hinfort … weit hinfort

O’Aue der Nostalgie

Der Wald und das Firmament

Im Rausche alter Tage

Funken reisen dort hinauf

Erleichten, was uns träumen lässt

Aue der Nostalgie

Eins werden Geist und Flammenklang

Und die Schatten durchs Gemäuer kriechen

Laben sich am Worteklang

Und dem Hallen uns’rer Kehlen

Wo Nostalgie die Seele nährt

Wohnt unser Geist der Lebensfäden

Webt Segel, in die der Wind des Schicksals bläst

In Ruinen wandeln wir

Raunen Stimmen der Andacht

Segeln mit dem Klang der Zeit

Wo immer sie uns stranden lässt …

Aue der Nostalgie

Thorn and thicker ever vigilant

Embrace your sacred grove, your domain

Autumn’s mist, frenetic dancers exhalation

Now shrowded in myth

Nostalgia cloaked in the colours of happier days

Oh you, our bruised heart

From the depths of your soul

Sing our wondrous glory

Give warmth to these frigid walls

O' meadow of nostalgia

Spirit and the sound of crackling flames become one

Wile the shadows creep across the walls

Gaining strength from the speakers crisp words

And the echoes of our cheers

Where nostalgia nourishes the soul

There clotho labours over our fate

Weaving sails to catch the winds of destiny

To tear us along with it…

Whither we now not

O' meadow of nostalgia

The forest and the heavens above

The intoxication of days long past

Sparks race upwards

Briefly illumination, the motive of our dreams

O' meadow of nostalgia

Spirit and the sound of crackling flames become one

Wile the shadows creep across the walls

Gaining strength from the speakers crisp words

And the echoes of our cheers

Where nostalgia nourishes the soul

There clotho labours over our fate

Gathering the separate threads of our lives

Weaving sails to catch the winds of destiny

Among ruins we walk

Whispering paeans of devotion

Sailing by the winds of time

Wherever they may take us…

O' meadow of nostalgia

Thorn and thicket are always on guard

Embrace your grove, your kingdom

Autumn haze, breath dark rain

Wraps nostalgia in the colors of noble happiness

Oh you our rough heart

In the middle of your soul

Sing our fire glory

Warms the rigid walls

Aue of nostalgia

Spirit and sound of flames become one

And the shadows creep through the walls

Feast on the sound of words

And the echoing of our throats

Where nostalgia nourishes the soul

Our spirit lives in the threads of life

Weaves sails in which the winds of fate blow

... and takes us with it

Far away... far away

O'Aue of nostalgia

The forest and the firmament

In the rush of old days

Sparks travel up there

Facilitate what makes us dream

Aue of nostalgia

Spirit and flame sound become one

And the shadows creep through the walls

Feast on the sound of words

And the echoing of our throats

Where nostalgia nourishes the soul

Our spirit lives in the threads of life

Weaves sails in which the winds of fate blow

We walk in ruins

murmuring voices of devotion

Sailing with the sound of the times

Wherever she strands us...

Aue of nostalgia

Thorn and thicker ever vigilant

Embrace your sacred grove, your domain

Autumn's mist, frenetic dancers exhalation

Now Shrowded in Myth

Nostalgia cloaked in the colors of happy days

Oh you, our bruised heart

From the depths of your soul

Sing our wondrous glory

Give warmth to these frigid walls

O' meadow of nostalgia

Spirit and the sound of crackling flames become one

Wile the shadows creep across the walls

Gaining strength from the speakers crisp words

And the echoes of our cheers

Where nostalgia nourishes the soul

There clotho labors over our fate

Weaving sails to catch the winds of destiny

To tear us along with it…

Whither we now not

O' meadow of nostalgia

The forest and the heavens above

The intoxication of days long past

Sparks race upwards

Briefly illumination, the motive of our dreams

O' meadow of nostalgia

Spirit and the sound of crackling flames become one

Wile the shadows creep across the walls

Gaining strength from the speakers crisp words

And the echoes of our cheers

Where nostalgia nourishes the soul

There clotho labors over our fate

Gathering the separate threads of our lives

Weaving sails to catch the winds of destiny

Among ruins we walk

Whispering paeans of devotion

Sailing by the winds of time

Wherever they may take us…

O' meadow of nostalgia