09-10. Магия и меч (Magic & Sword) - Осколки прошлого (Splinters Of The Past)

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  • Опубліковано 30 вер 2024

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  • @yelisey47
    @yelisey47  4 роки тому

    09. Magic And Blade
    Poetic translation by "Starcruiser", 2007
    Desmond - E. Egorov
    Deimos - D. Borisenkov
    Thorwald - A. Lobashov
    Desmond:
    The light is flicking in the halls:
    The magic sphere power grows,
    All sounds are silent: trouble is already here!
    Alatiel is on altar,
    And Deimos: purpose is not far!
    Is hurrying to collect the fruits of victory!
    Deimos:
    At Overlapping Night
    The gloom will cover elven land,
    Desmond:
    But we still have hope -
    Its our magic and a blade!
    Desmond:
    Just look around,
    How our world is perfect!
    To make it safe,
    My life can be the price!
    Deimos:
    Unlock the door,
    I want to see your face, my foe!
    Desmond:
    Then die, Dark Lord!
    Deimos:
    You'll never get me, no!
    Thorwald:
    Flame of burning fireballs,
    Clang of axes, maces, swords.
    Dark Lord Deimos snatched his knife, brought to her neck.
    Desmond:
    But, irradiation comes:
    Thorwald, friend, just break the glass -
    Wand keeps might and power of the kings of elves!
    Deimos:
    At Overlapping Night ...
    Desmond:
    Just look around, ...
    solo
    Desmond:
    Just look around, ...

    • @yelisey47
      @yelisey47  4 роки тому

      10. Fragments Of The Past
      Poetic translation by "Starcruiser", 2007
      Desmond:
      The world is changing, no borders are seen,
      Shadows of Chaos are drown back to Hell,
      But something new can be heard when birds sing,
      We can't live in the past again today!
      The fragments of the Past will flow,
      And join the wind of times, like snow
      The bridge of sorrow and remorse
      Now will be burnt.
      And, leaving mark in our souls,
      The darkness will fade out from skies
      New light will shine at horizon,
      Light of new stars.
      Alathiel will dry tears at last,
      Thorwald will hang his sharp sword to the wall,
      Songs of the love and the death will be sung,
      What has been written, never will be burnt!
      The fragments of the Past will flow,
      ...
      solo
      The fragments of the Past will flow,
      ...