El Llanto de Lumière - Saurom

Abes nado el hijo de Al-Zumar

Su mesura estaba atán apres del man

Verná el postremeríay et non fabrá premiá

Voluntad de Dios, un buen día nació

Falso hijo de un rey y reveló su honor

Bastardo padrastro que lo condenó…

Hijo mío serás tú mi sucesor, conquistar

Más tierras, arrastrar temor

Muerte al enemigo, somete al esclavo

Y serás Señor…

Prez et honor, verdat decides

Vasallo del cativo

Prez et honor, verdat decides

Prez et hono Al-Zurman

Canto de los monjes abridme camino

Bufones y juglares cantad mi canción

Oremos en los bosques pidiendo el remedio

Aquel reino antaño murió…

Oh Dios, consiente el perdón

Haz que Al-Zurman no siembre el terror

Libera a los siervos de su posesión

La música eterna murió

Dios vos por vuestra merced non loades

A los homnes

Bondat et lacerla recudimos en tu nombre

Recuerdo aún aquel día el destierro a una

Tierra del nunca jamás

Fui criado en los montes por los sacerdotes

A su voluntad

La voz del pueblo rompe en calvarios y

Llantos pidiendo piedad

Mi misión se acercaba, notaba que pronto

La hora ha de llegar

Uviar… Librar Lumbre… Levar

Non sentir la su honra

Face mal su mesura

Dí gracias a mis hermanos dejando el

Convento de días atrás

Sabían que volvería con la buena nueva

Trayendo la paz

Las criaturas del bosque y los trovadores

Me socorrerán

Añoraba el momento mis ansias contemplan

De odio a Al-Zurman

Me adentro en dominios del rey, y tras

Gran esfuerzo logro personarme ante sus ojos

Loumiere!

Hijo!

No soy hijo tuyo Al-Zurman, eres falso

Profeta y te vengo a jurar

Que lucharé hasta vencer…

Oviestes señor, Non podestades

Homildad venció, intergar juglares

Rebato tu honor, homnes liberare

Mi albogon tocare, et laud tañeron

Abes born the son of Al-Zumar

His measure of him was atan apres del man

You will see the postmeríay et non fabrá premiá

Will of God, one fine day he was born

False son of a king and revealed his honor

Bastard stepfather who condemned him…

My son, you will be my successor, conquer

More lands, drag fear

Death to the enemy, subdue the slave

And you will be Lord...

Prez et honor, you really decide

Vassal of the captive

Prez et honor, you really decide

Prez et hono Al-Zurman

Song of the monks make my way

Jesters and minstrels sing my song

Let us pray in the woods asking for the remedy

That kingdom long ago died...

Oh God, consent to forgiveness

Make sure Al-Zurman does not sow terror

Release the minions from their possession

eternal music died

God you for your mercy non loades

to the men

Bondat et lacerla we recover in your name

I still remember that day the exile of a

never land

I was raised in the mountains by the priests

at your will

The voice of the people breaks into calvaries and

cries asking for mercy

My mission was getting closer, I noticed that soon

The time has to come

Uviar… Liberate Fire… Levar

Don't feel your honor

Face your measure wrong

I gave thanks to my brothers leaving the

Convent of days ago

They knew I'd come back with the good news

bringing peace

Forest creatures and minstrels

they will help me

I longed for the moment my desires contemplate

From hate to Al-Zurman

I enter the domain of the king, and after

Great effort I managed to appear before his eyes

Loumiere!

Son!

I am not your son Al-Zurman, you are false

Prophet and I come to swear to you

I will fight until I win...

Ovieste sir, Non podestades

Homility won, intergar minstrels

I rebuke your honor, homnes I will liberate

My albogon will play, and the lute strummed