Rome, Harakiri for the Sky, JJ - The Lay of Iria lyrics
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[Rome, Harakiri for the Sky, JJ - The Lay of Iria lyrics]
The ash eternal ever stands it green
Whence come the dues whence come the maidens
Much knowing those they established
What they craved destinies pronounced
And life allotted to the sons of man
Whence come the maidens
And among them, most beautiful of all
Wolves, she tamed magic arts, she knew
And even the Gods remеmber her song
And man drank mead еach morn'
From all father's pledge
And had the maidens drink as well
And war came, and with her famine
And men and women lay dead
And the Gods held council
What had made Odin and Týr cast their spears
For now oaths are not held sacred
Nor words, nor swearing
Nor binding pacts made
And there on the height sat, joyous Iria
Striking her harp northward turned
Far from the sun she there saw waiting
The sluggish streams bloodthirsty men
And perjurers and wolves
She saw axe age turn wolf age
Here the world sinks
And she saw her rise a second time
Earth from ocean beauteously green
And rivers meeting on plains
She saw her rise a second time
Earth from ocean beauteously green
And rivers meeting on plains
Unter uns die erlesene Schar
In ihrem eigenen, innersten Kreis
Unter dem Staub der Arenen
Zitternde, wiegende Gewalten
Klöster der neuen Heiligen
In deren Augen die Strömung noch funkelt
In deren Herzen die Flutung beginnt
Es rätseln die alten Tiefgelehrten
Es bangt die stille Jugend
Man fliegt vor einem geheimen Wort
Das Ganze verkehrt im Leben, fort
Whence come the dues whence come the maidens
Much knowing those they established
What they craved destinies pronounced
And life allotted to the sons of man
Whence come the maidens
And among them, most beautiful of all
Wolves, she tamed magic arts, she knew
And even the Gods remеmber her song
And man drank mead еach morn'
From all father's pledge
And had the maidens drink as well
And war came, and with her famine
And men and women lay dead
And the Gods held council
What had made Odin and Týr cast their spears
For now oaths are not held sacred
Nor words, nor swearing
Nor binding pacts made
And there on the height sat, joyous Iria
Striking her harp northward turned
Far from the sun she there saw waiting
The sluggish streams bloodthirsty men
And perjurers and wolves
She saw axe age turn wolf age
Here the world sinks
And she saw her rise a second time
Earth from ocean beauteously green
And rivers meeting on plains
She saw her rise a second time
Earth from ocean beauteously green
And rivers meeting on plains
Unter uns die erlesene Schar
In ihrem eigenen, innersten Kreis
Unter dem Staub der Arenen
Zitternde, wiegende Gewalten
Klöster der neuen Heiligen
In deren Augen die Strömung noch funkelt
In deren Herzen die Flutung beginnt
Es rätseln die alten Tiefgelehrten
Es bangt die stille Jugend
Man fliegt vor einem geheimen Wort
Das Ganze verkehrt im Leben, fort