2009 - Evocation I - The Arcane Dominion01. Sacrapos - At first glance [00:02:01]
02. Brictom [00:04:22]
03. A girls oath [00:01:18]
04. The arcane dominion [00:05:42]
05. Within the grove [00:01:51]
06. The cauldron of renascence [00:02:04]
07. Nata [00:04:02]
08. Omnos [00:03:48]
A girls oathna brictom uidluias uidlu tgontias so
adgagsona severim tertionicnim ldssatim liciatim eíanom uoduiuoderce
lunget uonid ponc nitixsintor sises dscelinatia in eíanom anuana
ei andernados brictom banona fatucias paulla dona potitius iia
duxtir adiegias potitam air paullias severa dusxtir ulentos dona
paullius aiega matir aiías ptita dona primus i abesias
A Rose For EponaDo you feel the thorns?
Do you see the tears?
Do you see the blood
Shed in this fell war?
Have you forsaken us?
Have you forgotten our faithful
Men calling your name?
BrictomSa senit conectos onda bocca nene rionti onda boca ne on barnaunom
Ponc nit issintor sies eianepian digs ne lisantim ne liciatim
Ne rodatim biont utu semnanom sagitiont seuerim lissatim licia
Tim anandognam acolut utanit andognam da bocca diomine
Inside se bnanom
Inside se brictom
In eainom anuana sanander
CeltosUeuone drucorigin
Auios auiettos, auios auiei
Mantrat-io ulatin
Auios auiettos, auios auiei
Doaxte in bretannoi rigion
Auios auiettos, auios auiei
Belorigos argantios
Dessumiis LugeAndedion uediíumi diíiuion risun
Artiu mapon aruerriíatin, mapon aruerriíatin
Lopites sní eððdic sos brixtía anderon
Lucion floron nigrinon adgarion
Aemilíon paterin claudíon legitumon caelion pelign claudío pelign
Marcion uictorin asiatícon aððedillí [x2]
DruidMysteries of life, mysteries of death
Mysteries of mountain and forest, mysteries of nature
Mysteries of the sky, mysteries of the earth
Mysteries of dreams, mysteries of love
Mysteries of the soul, mysteries of mankind
Mysteries of thoughts, mysteries of words
Mysteries of pains, mysteries of healings
ElembivosThe light, the life, the strength, the harvest, gratefulness
In four moons the antlered on will go to rest
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Элембивос*
Свет, жизнь, сила, урожай, благодарность -
Через четыре луны Тарвос пойдет на покой
EpilogueWhen I reminisce about all those years of tribulation, I mostly remember
Our songs. We died, and our blood seeped away on the battlefields; but our
Songs survived, together with those of us that returned. And as they too
Will die one day, our songs will live on, and will be sung by our children,
And by our children's children. This is how we will be remembered. This is
Who we were.
Helvetios
EternitySo here we are. Plays have been enacted.
Empires have come and gone.
The mightiest have passed away and withered alike the least.
Fires have burned. Thousandfold.
Yet did not eh great wheel serenely continue its course?
Does not the blackbird still sing its song?
Does not the mistletoe still dwell in the oak's crown?
Everything Remains as It Never WasWho Will
Measure the dimensions of antumnos?
Who can tell the gauge of its veil?
Who can manifest the size of its maw?
And infer the value of its stones?
Yet the glowing wick will not be quenched
The sown fire will nerver die
From DarknessIs it not ironic
How your favorite dread
Is the matrix in which you were formed
The unfathomable dark
Of a realm arcane and burrowed far below
The grain sprouts from deep 'neath the soil
Where sunlight will never ever reach
Grey Sublime ArchonI raise my hand against ye, thief!
For we"re accustomed to receive,
Not to give hostages
Hear these words! deeds are overt!
As chaos evolves
In worthless lies
HavocI wonder what it's like
To attack at night
And now down the defenseless
Invasions and raids just called
Fucking, punitive expeditions
Like a wildfire
Devastation spreads
HelvetiosBodiacos
Sunartiu
Segos brigos
Anauos
From antumnos the life-giving winds
Fanned the flames into a blaze
The awen of the mighty
HomeIn these vigilant times I daydream-an innocuous crime
My motionless stance-in my mind, I wander the land
A bleak, dismal trance
Constrained, unsafe, left in shame
And now I can see my town is painted red
Here forever I'll be where once my tears were she'd
Il Richiamo Dei MontiContro le onde,
con le spade in mano
Contro il mare
con le spalle al muro
Contro l'angoscia
in presenza dei nemici
contro le piogge
Che cadono su di noi
Inis MonaWelcome to the land of questions
Welcome to the isle of lore
Where the veil came crumbling down
There it all began
The Germination
Unveiling a cryptic door
There it was revealed
KingI, high king
Sovereign and servant
Holder of divine
Regality bestowed
In the Omphalos grove
My kingship
The song of the gods
Kingdom Come UndoneWhile the noose is tightening
You still sit here on your fleeting throne
So busy with your own little feuds
And your own blinker crowns
But we all are Gauls
And we are free at least by now
So take the fucking plunge
L'appel des MontagnesContre les vagues, une Г©pГ©e dans nos mains
Contre la mer, le dos plaquГ© au mur
Et la dГ©tresse en prГ©sence de nos ennemis
Et les tempГЄtes se rabattant sur nos visages
Un cri s'Г©lГЁve Г travers les cieux
Comme signe, le vol des Гўmes en peine
LamentI wonder what we've become...
A land so full of ritches bought with blood!
A land so free, yet chasing for wind...
As we look up to false giant emperors
We've lost our pride of old, the innocence is gone!
Clan of Elveti
Weep for your land
LugdunonWe set forth
A retinue
With steed and cart
So we roved the land
Stealthily
We sallied out
To find new shores
As the presage led
LuxtosAt the rise of a new dawn
Rose the children of the sun
To inhabit a kingdom
augustly crowded in rock mass vast
All lakes are sanctuaries
Like covert nemetons
All forests are hallowed
Luxtos яро At the rise of a new dawn
Rose the children of the sun
To inhabit a kingdom
Augustly crowned in rock mass vast
All lakes are sanowaries
Live covent nemetors
All forests are hallowed
MementoChrigel: Набор мелодий, берущих корни в шотландской и галиссийской традиционной игре на волынке с одной стороны, но и относящихся к средневековой танцевальной музыке с другой. Мелодия написана нашим новым "волынщиком" Päde (кстати, он восхитительно владеет волынкой и имеет огромный опыт в области шотландских традиций игры на этом самом инструменте); часть мелодии написана известным фолк музыкантом Efren Lopez (L’Ham de foc)
Natanemnalilumi beni uelona incorobouido
nelnmanbe gnilou apeni temeuelle lexsete si
sueregeniatu o quprinopetame bi ssilereteta
mililegumi suante uelommipetamassi papissone
suireexetesilegilinna ammanbe leguisini
siaxsiou beliassu nebiti moi mot upilummi
Ne Regv Na[Verse I]
Ne regv na gandobe inte noviio extincon
Papi coriiosed exa o extincon
Papi coriiosed exa o
[Chorus]
Nane devorbvetid loncate
Nane devorbvetid loncate
Neverland (Behold, behold, behold, behold)
Behold this proud crestfallen parade
Dead bodies towered up like this dividing rampart
The hopes of yesterday forgotten and interred
Burnt to the ground
Lacerate
My Neverland belauded
NullaCurtains up for this lurid age
Clear the ring for oppression and greed
Welcome to this wasteland
Of blight and havoc
Once known as my home
Deleting fulfilled!
Erasing procedure done!
Of Fire, Wind And Wisdom...the endless knot .... the holy grove...
...the threshold ... the place beyond...
...I enter, like a newborn child....
Embracing the eternal
Like a consuming fire
the knowledge grows
when it's cleft
OmnosImmi daga uimpi geneta,
lana be(qq)os et' iouintutos.
Blatus ceti, cantla carami.
Aia gnata uimpi iouinca,
pid in cete tu toue suoine,
pid uregisi peli doniobi?
Aia mape coime, adrete!
OriginsHe who has ears to hear, let him hear
For this is a tale of an ancient kind
In the word there lies existence and the word became flesh
And dwelt among us and we saw its glory
Let him hear it who will
Every soul heard
Some ran and hid away
Some listened
OtherworldWhere ere thou hast been
Here or in yon world manifest?
Canst thou tell what is
Or what was or what is to come?
Nothing shall last
And there are things
That shall never change
Primordial BreathThe calling wind on my face
Waving from the summoning of giants
That heals my soul
The virile fragrance of alpine tor
The blowing breath of this fold
That dreams me
Prologue"When I reminisce about all those years
I see many things
Life and death strung together
Like the mountains and valleys
In which we lived
There was wealth and opulence
But also tribulation and loss
There was laughter and song
Sacrapos - At first glance[Чтение:]
In a contented manner she sits by the bonfire
Sanctimoniously thanking you for the hospitality
Her treacherous intentions as cold as the occasional gusts of wind kissing your back
You mistake the twinkle in her eyes for pure warm-heartedness, and have no premonition of their effect on you.
A bleak smile flickering on her lips, she beholds you with algid satisfaction, as in her sinister mind, you become her prey, her treasure, a sacrifice on the alter of her own lust.
Cursed and sacred, this arcane exercise, disembodied fiend waving through her gaze. Being a virtuoso of deceit and facetiousness, she leaves you with no chance of escape
From what is happening in your mind.
Sacrapos - The disparaging last gazeInstrumental
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Значение:
Chrigel: Что ж, как уже сказала Анна, повторение "Sacrapos", завершающий трек альбома. Идея песни всё такая же, "the disparaging last gaze" не имеет текста, это инструментальный трек, который затрагивает мрачные аспекты человеческого характера.
Поэтому песня действительно получилась довольно мрачноватой. В какой-то момент начинает возрастать драматическое напряжение и в самой кульминации резко прерывается. Мне нравится! Трек был написан Анной и Мери, и, как мне думается, они здорово связали его со вступительным "sacrapos", а также преуспели в создании мрачной атмосферы.
SamonPapon in tauile
Dera ougra louchint in nemisi
Trinoxtion samoni sindiu
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Значение:
"Великое колесо" - основа кельтской мифологии, принципов и жизни. Оно обозревает 4 крупнейших праздника (Samonios приблизительно 1 ноября, Anagantios 1 февраля, Giamonios 1 мая и Elembivos 1 августа), а также 4 праздника поменшье, которые проходят в середине лета и зимы. По кельтскому календарю год начинается с праздника Samon, когда наступает "тёмное время" - месяцы зимы и холодов. Мы можем отдохнуть от проделанной в прошлом году работы. Время тратится в большинстве случаев на нахождение дома, у огня. Это моменты отдыха, размышлений и восстановления сил, обучения, а также время песен, игр, празднования.
Santonian ShoresA clan of Lords of noble birth
So the it is told
The tigurine tribe
Into this green and fruitful land
We came in times, in times immemorial
Into this vale lush and beautiful
Jor and lacu eburodunos
Sempiternal embersGlowing and blazing
In the wind of times
Ever lit
Searching and fathoming
The fires arcane
Consuming flames
Sparks to imbue
Our very souls
SiraxtaImmi daga uimpi geneta
Iana beddos et` iouintutos
Blatus ceti, cantla carami
menuan ambi caron soueti
Mimi, sedumi in disounile
Iana oinicilas in cridile
Ate-, iege, -rigasisi?
To- moi dera -bibrasisis?
Slanias SongCatoues caletoi
Urit namantas anrimius
Ro- te isarnilin urextont
Au glannabi rhenus
Ad ardus alpon
Tou' magisa matua
Tou' brigas iuerilonas
TarvosIn a virgin world primeval
A newborn bullcalf emerged
Wondrous and celestial
Three cranes to be its witness and droves
Its honour mantled the face of the earth
A blessing unleashed to the earth
Unseathed the embodiment of life
TegernakoA folk of cheeriness and strength
content with the life they lived
So-called barbarians yet with eyes cleared
for what they truly need and what damn not
free and plain
Barbarians, farmers and savages
The Call of the MountainsAgainst the waves, with out swords in our hands
Against the sea, with our backs to the walls
Against distress, in the presence of our enemies
Against the storms, roaring at our faces
A cry rang out throughout the skies
A beckon, the flight of the cranes
The Dance of VictoryThe most heinous con
refuge of evil
cloven tongues that speak of truth
With false, specious words
they sold what can't be bought
Acherontic saints of holy sales.
Damn bloody lies
The Day of StrifeImi gdonios riios rijiaspe toutias
The mountains trembled
When the Antumnos' doors opened wide
The ancient one stepped forth
To bring to justice the grim tyrants
A withered-skinned old man
Divine Logos upon him
The Endless KnotAs the shore is not sea nor land,
like the time between the times
where the dawning is not day nor night
you are between the worlds....
Endless circle, bearing my footprints
With fast-sure-hand you guide my steps
The Silver SisterThe silvern light - a stannite glow
The primal night - of the darkened vault
Under the welkin dark
Solemn chants will soar
The immemorial
Songs of the wise
The Song Of LifeI've been fire, fed by the four winds
I've been water in the stream
And a drop of dew on the culm
I've been clay in the hands of a potter
I've been rosin of a tree
And a leaf, by the breeze carried away
I've been a child of seven spirits
The UprisingOur estates are under fire
Our villers fall prey to village
How can we stay on the sideline
How long will we tare this lying down?
Refuse to quell the anger
Time has come to take up arms again
The last call to rise up
ThousandfoldThousandfold (оригинал Eluveitie)
Sprinkled by the trappings
Of words that make the outlines
Blur on the showplace of made history
The folk is willed
To parrot the dished up tale
The lure of a higher meaning
Uis ElvetiÛro si tovo keitone, e‘ brgant tovo bârgo
Toge si se met snibi, stâj si borso anda
Cuonos bê toi sê – immi spakto...
Cuonos bê toi sê – vo tovo vidâ
venô ap tovo albeis, venô ap de bejos
venô ap oljo trâno, cu tov‘ oljo aunio
Cuonos bê toi sê – immi spakto...
Uis Elveti инструментальный и фолк металÛro si tovo keitone, e‘ brgant tovo bârgo
Toge si se met snibi, stâj si borso anda
Cuonos bê toi sê – immi spakto...
Cuonos bê toi sê – vo tovo vidâ
venô ap tovo albeis, venô ap de bejos
venô ap oljo trâno, cu tov‘ oljo aunio
Cuonos bê toi sê – immi spakto...
UxellodunonThis is the final resistancel
This was the final revolti
In desperace hope
With tear-dimmed eyes
With wrath-torn minds
We took up arms one more time
Voveso in mori Вслушайтесь в магию галльского языкаvoveso in mori mon vandas.
veidos ventos cambon mon verno
et con papon lomnen
luxtodos imon siraxta.
suouelo, imon oro
suouelo, tauson tunda
voveso in mori mon vandas
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Your Gaulish WarFraught with so much greed, imperial needs.
Satisfy your hunger for might and blood!
With greedy claws the eagle flew
Leaving chaos and widows on his hunt.
We do not accept to bear the half-moon on our feet
Nor to bow, to the laurel wreath!
встретимся с врагомТам, на зловещих
Берегах реки Саоне, (1)
Там, на этих берегах
Был брошен жребий.