Dark Moor - The Fall of Melnibonè lyrics

Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms
Prepare the crimson war
Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms
Command the righteous law

The fall of Melnibonè

Imrryr towers, in the quiet night sleep
At the northeast part of
The turquoise Boiling Sea
Cold wind scream over finest gargoyles high
Carrying signs in the dawn that frightens sky

Golden troops may compare a rising storm
(A rising storm)
And the entire will is on Tarkan
Dyvim's core
Purple towns are attacking from the shore
Outer walls and the labyrinth unknown

Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms


Prepare the crimson war
Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms
Command the righteous law

Dragon Isle, oh! Dragon Isle
Sadness dims your witching eye
Fancy dream of Xiombarg
Mighty falls in raging hush

Elric guides all the seamen from the bridge
From his leader ship and the
Laughin' of a bitch
Archers shoot from the top walls, to the crew
Killing men with the anguish of the loot

Tarkan falls as the stumbles on the edge
(Stumbles on the edge)
Just to find the hell dying
Of his broken neck
Imrryr burns and sorrow has no end
Fury grows as the princess is just dead

Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms
Prepare the crimson war
Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms
Command the righteous law

Dragon Isle, oh! Dragon Isle
Sadness dims your witching eye
Fancy dream of Xiombarg
Mighty falls in raging hush

Stormbringer, demon grabber with runes
Stormbringer, blackest blade with looms
Stormbringer, feed with mourning souls
Your wicked evil, sounding tunes, yeah

Mighty runes, Melnibonè
Can you hear the pray for your burning death?
Pearly halls, your magic sight
Are the crushed of lay on your bloody earth?

Dreary shores, Melnibonè
Can you bear the threat
Of that flaming flags?
Dragon Isle, your sturdy chime
All is lost right now
And prince Yyrkoon lurks

Arioch! Can you feel my pain
(Arioch! Can you feel my pain)
From your throne of holy lord? (Holy lord)
Am I crying in vain despair
My fate weaved by this broadsword?

I cannot see life or light
(I cannot see life or light)
In her semblance or her eye
Must I be forever lone?
Beloved Cymoril is gone?
Have you really found the death
By the evil on my hand?

Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms
Prepare the crimson war
Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms
Command the righteous law

Dragon Isle, oh! Dragon Isle
Sadness dims your witching eye
Fancy dream of Xiombarg
Mighty falls in raging hush