Chapter I - Tales Of Ithiria

Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra 

Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra 
Dum veneris judicare saeculum per ignem 

My son, now listen what I say: 
Keep in mind what you have learned 
Wrap your fingers 'round your sword 
Maybe you will not return 
Thousands that we once have been 
Only a few are still here 
I've to give this sacrifice... 

... oh, the autumn brought us fear! 

My life, my blood, my tears, my pain 
I'm the guardener of thee 
Through an axestrike I have lost 
The ability to see 
Now my child, your time [bad word] 
Mercy - not with those you'll harm 
Wrap your fingers 'round your sword... 

(And the ones we love will fall 
Like autumn leaves 
On these endless fields) 

... as the horn sounds the alarm! 
Und als der Sturm begann 
Als Fleisch auf Eisen traf  [bad word] wie der Glocken Klang 
Die Schreie derer, deren Glück versagt 

Mit Wunden übersät 
Der Eichenhain ihm Schutze bot 
Wie die Legende sagt 
War dies des Vaters sich'rer Tod 

Now that all silence was disturbed 
The Ground, as red as autumn leafs 
Father Frost, the last they feel 
On these mighty, endless fields 

Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra 
Dum veneris judicare saeculum per ignem 

Hush hush, my child 
Mother death is your bride 
If you listen her song you will follow 
So better beware 
Let your senses take care 
Your innocent mind will be hallowed 

step in the dark 
(Miserere Dominus) 
secret to hide 
(Rex tremendae majestatis) 
legend to tell 
(Libera eas) 
Drowned in the waters of time 
(Miserere Dominus) 

secret to hide 

He holds 
Wisdom of ancient times 
parchment with numbers and rhymes 
Fear speaks the spell to survive 
The circle of [bad word] - alive! 

They all gathered in the night 
Within the torches light 
As their slumber did awake 

So I did wish a thousand times 
Mother Death [bad word] to me 
In her arms I will entwine 
And I'm rising up to thee 
Now my child, my time [bad word] 
Mercy - not with those I'll harm 
I wrap my fingers 'round my sword... 

... as their horn sounds the alarm! 

Now the winter begins 
On this endless fields