The kind of atmosphere this song brings into my being reminds it of its infinity and tiny place in everything that is. It cleans the windows of perception as the egos matters are brought into its true perspective and it brings a comforting feeling of being put back into place.
Sarah Acantha Here: ====================== --- Corpus Christi --- ====================== I: Ploratio II: Corpus Christi III: Renascentia IV: Crucem Sanctam Subiit I: Ploratio ------------- Terra tremuit et quievit dum resurgeret in judicio Deus II: Corpus Christi ------------------- He bare him up, he bare him down, He bare him into an orchard brown. In that orchard there was an halle that was hanged with purpill and pall. “Lully, lulley, lully, lulley, The faucon hath borne my make away.” And in that halle there was a bede, It was hanged with gold so rede. “Lully, lulley, lully, lulley, The faucon hath borne my make away.” And in that bede lieth a knight, His woundes bleding both day and night. “Lully, lulley, lully, lulley, The faucon hath borne my make away.” And by that bedeside there kneleth a may, She weepeth there both night and day. “Lully, lulley, lully, lulley, The faucon hath borne my make away.” And by that bedeside there standeth a stone, ”Corpus Christi” wreten thereon. “Lully, lulley, lully, lulley, The faucon hath borne my make away.” “Lully, lulley, lully, lulley, The faucon hath borne my make away.” “Lully, lulley, lully, lulley, The faucon hath borne my make away.” Terra tremuit et quievit dum resurgeret in judicio Deus III: Renascentia ---------------- Misericordia (Mercy) A Dhuw an Tas, kebmer mercy ahanaf, A Dhuw an Mab, kebmer mercy ahanaf, A Dhuw an Spyrys Sans, kebmer mercy ahanaf. Arluth Loreta Armoa! Renascentia (new birth) This song I sing Doubt not its potency! It started an age ago In an ancient land, (Lyonesse) Now lost under the sea... Now my memory has faded, Like my form. Long ago I studied the mysteries Entombed in granite, Not a test for one such as I... I soared on high, a sharp eyed eagle! I tasted the fire of making, I became ash Drifting on the winds of time... I have wandered many worlds, And have chanted aloud The many names of the doorkeeper, I know of the spiral path, I have travelled there to other realms... I sought my guide In the solace of my dreams, The Wildman taught me The art of descent, Moving in forests thought without form... I reached out and touched The inner world Falling into life I fragmented into oneness I am truth and I am joy. I am a walker Between worlds, My song is endless, Endless and formless... IV: Crucem Sanctam Subiit -------------------------- Lapidem quem reprobaverunt edificantes hic factus est in caput anguli. Alleluia. Crucem sanctam subiit, qui infernum confregit, accinctus est potentiam, surrexit die tertia. Alleluia.
@@TheWorldOfTwinsen Amazing. I'm this is like an ancient Catholicism from the days of the early church arriving on the lost shores of Lyonesse in the dark ages.
![Syven - How Fare The Gods? [Whom The Moon A Nightsong Sings]](/img/n.gif)
The kind of atmosphere this song brings into my being reminds it of its infinity and tiny place in everything that is. It cleans the windows of perception as the egos matters are brought into its true perspective and it brings a comforting feeling of being put back into place.
Amazing! The music of Syven is a poem...a mix between life and death.
Грань
I'm listening to that while i'm high AF, I mean like WOW
holy moly!
:')
Words can't describe how great this music is
Perfeição,...
Excelente
Amazing
Astonishing. *w*
Muito bom!!! Repeat forever!!!!!
When i lucid dream to this, it will take me away to the deep forests of the ancient north.
Vero cool:)
Yes it is!
Does this mean that you liked it or... ?
✋✋✋..
WHERE CAN I FIND THE LYRICSS!
Sarah Acantha Here:
======================
--- Corpus Christi ---
======================
I: Ploratio
II: Corpus Christi
III: Renascentia
IV: Crucem Sanctam Subiit
I: Ploratio
-------------
Terra tremuit et quievit
dum resurgeret in judicio Deus
II: Corpus Christi
-------------------
He bare him up, he bare him down,
He bare him into an orchard brown.
In that orchard there was an halle
that was hanged with purpill and pall.
“Lully, lulley, lully, lulley,
The faucon hath borne my make away.”
And in that halle there was a bede,
It was hanged with gold so rede.
“Lully, lulley, lully, lulley,
The faucon hath borne my make away.”
And in that bede lieth a knight,
His woundes bleding both day and night.
“Lully, lulley, lully, lulley,
The faucon hath borne my make away.”
And by that bedeside there kneleth a may,
She weepeth there both night and day.
“Lully, lulley, lully, lulley,
The faucon hath borne my make away.”
And by that bedeside there standeth a stone,
”Corpus Christi” wreten thereon.
“Lully, lulley, lully, lulley,
The faucon hath borne my make away.”
“Lully, lulley, lully, lulley,
The faucon hath borne my make away.”
“Lully, lulley, lully, lulley,
The faucon hath borne my make away.”
Terra tremuit et quievit
dum resurgeret in judicio Deus
III: Renascentia
----------------
Misericordia (Mercy)
A Dhuw an Tas, kebmer mercy ahanaf,
A Dhuw an Mab, kebmer mercy ahanaf,
A Dhuw an Spyrys Sans, kebmer mercy ahanaf.
Arluth
Loreta Armoa!
Renascentia (new birth)
This song I sing
Doubt not its potency!
It started an age ago
In an ancient land, (Lyonesse)
Now lost under the sea...
Now my memory has faded,
Like my form.
Long ago I studied the mysteries
Entombed in granite,
Not a test for one such as I...
I soared on high,
a sharp eyed eagle!
I tasted the fire of making,
I became ash
Drifting on the winds of time...
I have wandered many worlds,
And have chanted aloud
The many names of the doorkeeper,
I know of the spiral path,
I have travelled there to other realms...
I sought my guide
In the solace of my dreams,
The Wildman taught me
The art of descent,
Moving in forests thought without form...
I reached out and touched
The inner world
Falling into life
I fragmented into oneness
I am truth and I am joy.
I am a walker
Between worlds,
My song is endless,
Endless and formless...
IV: Crucem Sanctam Subiit
--------------------------
Lapidem quem reprobaverunt edificantes hic factus est in caput anguli.
Alleluia.
Crucem sanctam subiit, qui infernum confregit, accinctus est potentiam, surrexit die tertia.
Alleluia.
@@TheWorldOfTwinsen Amazing. I'm this is like an ancient Catholicism from the days of the early church arriving on the lost shores of Lyonesse in the dark ages.
Мне показалось или тут кавер на советскую песню люли люли
what the
I this pro-Christian?
No it is not.
is this satanic music??
No it is not.
I think you are lying. :P
No seriously I am not.
It is music that started an age ago in an ancient land, now lost to the sea
Lyonesse? I'm going on a journey soon, looking for it