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Gold in Mittags Licht
Glüht das Ährenfeld und schwingt
Erntereif und kornbesetzt im Sommerwind.
Stolzer Ähren Pracht
Sich zu Boden neigt und harrt,
Von der Hitze Staub bedeckt, der kommend Mahd.

Doch von ferne droht

Flackerndes Feuer, Wälder, die träumen
ruhloser Nachtwind fern in den Bäumen.
Schür die Glut und laß das Feuer nicht verwehen!
Übers Jahr erst werden wir ein neues sehen.

Hoch loht die Flamme, stumm wird die Runde,
Abschied zu nehmen, mahnt uns die Stunde.
Steig' ein letztes Lied empor, mein Freund, nun singe, daß es in die abendstille Weite dringe!

Helfahrt-2002

1. Memory, Hither Come [03:07]
2. Eismahd [04:02]
3. Midwinternight [03:49]
4. Song Of Innocence [04:25]
5. Raidho [04:42]
6. Futhark [02:19]

all under the leaves and the leaves of life
lie bitter tears and ancient lies
we carry the lamp of memory
not for those who look, but those who see...

REFRAIN: WAS A TRAITOR AMONG US ALL?
WAS HE SHADE OR LIGHT?
LET US BEHEAD HIS INNER ROSE

Love is a sickness full of woes,
All remedies refusing;
A plant that with most cutting grows,
Most barren with best using.

More we enjoy it, more it dies;
If not enjoyed, it sighting cries,

Joseph von Eichendorff - Nachts
Nachts

Ich wandre durch die stille Nacht
Da schleicht der Mond so Heimlich sacht
Oft aus der dunklen Wolkenh;lle,
Und hin und her im Tal
Erwacht die Nachtigall,

Over the stone, the old gray stone,
Let me ponder here alone,
Through all weather we go together
Ancient stone, thou good old stone.
Of the many friends I've seen,
Thou the truest friend has been,
Some forget me, some have fled,
Some are false, and some are dead,

first the sun
then the moon
all the stars
from the sky
they will burn
they will fall
find their end for all times

my eyes saw him, to my misfortune
oh, what a pain to leave him there
those men, who are they
one sings for him
one drinks for his health
i would give my life
for the tenderness

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:

"Pipe a song about a lamb!"
So I piped with merry cheer.
"Piper, pipe that song again."

Feuer künden Sonnenwende
Funkengaben treibt der Wind

Frühlingstage sind zu Ende
bald die Erntezeit beginnt

Sonnenwende bringt kein Ende
wenn der Sommer auch verrinnt

William Henry Davies The Hawk

Thou dost not fly, thou art not perched,
The air is all around:
What is it that can keep thee set,
From falling to the ground?
The concentration of thy mind
Supports thee in the air;

'How come that blood on your own coat sleeve!
Little son, pray come tell me.'
'It is the blood of that skinny greyhound
That traced the fox for me,
That traced the fox for me.'

'Too pale, too pale for that skinny greyhound,
Too pale, little son, too pale.'

The shapes of things to come

A symphony of sorrowful songs

From the weary essence of things

Rises a new born sun

THERE were three ravens sat on a tree,
They were as black as they might be.

The one of them said to his make,
'Where shall we our breakfast take?'

'Down in yonder greene field
There lies a knight slain under his shield;

Der Tod reitet auf einem Kohlschwarzen Rappen,
Er hat ein undurchdringliches Kappen.
Wenn Landsknecht in das Feld marschieren,
Lässt er sein Ross daneben galoppieren.
Flandern in Not. In Flandern reitet der Tod.
In Flandern reitet der Tod.

Der Tod reitet auf einem lichten Schimmel,

the gates have been opened
the battle has begun
the fate of our age
rests in the hands of the One

Ah, canst thou but prove us!
To vengeance we spring,
No terrors shall move us,