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Belus Lyrics (English)

Belus Lyrics (English)
February 03, 2010, 09:03:23 PM
Stolen from someone on the Metal Archives forum.  Not perfect, but good enough to get the idea:
"[Instrumental]

"A thunderbolt strikes the walking stick,
strikes the head of the worm with a stone,
meets the garden like a flash;
He is the branch of an oak. "

The Death Of Belus

The magician climbs on a tree,
To find the old pain of the earth,
is it in the peaceful autumn
with the sax, he cuts the heart.

The leaves of the oak tree falling to the ground,
the magician calls the spirits.
The leaves of the oak tree falling to the ground,
the magician sings his spells.

The growth takes place in the linen,
the sacred oak spirit
the wizard saves the world peace,
Fertility, solar energy in his hand!

The leaves of the oak tree falling to the ground,
the magician calls the spirits.
The leaves of the oak tree falling to the ground,
the magician sings his spells.

Here comes the burning power of the sun,
Here comes the ocean of fertile soil;
in the powerful magic wand of the magician,
living in the scepter of the king.



The River of Forgetfulness

While the sun and the moon dies
He embarks on a journey into a shadow of the sea.
The bear watched the funeral pyre.
The body is placed in a stone grave.

Behind a veil you can hear the crying of the earth;
the summer light disappears
Spirit of the Oak sails away
Winter and autumn prevail.

I will come back,
I will come again,
When the winter's spirit is weak.
I will come home

Under the earth, the hidden world
behind the clouds to the west,
End of the long boat trip,
where the winter and autumn keep dawning

It is cold and dark in the depths,
Where only shadows grow,
Where darkness creeps,
the darkest horror.

I will come back,
I will come again
When the winter's spirit is weak.
I will come home

The dead rest in white robes,
behind heavy, cold stone doors,
but if you listen to the Army of the Dead
You will sometimes hear the song

The dead rest in white robes,
behind heavy, cold stone doors,
but if you listen to the Army of the Dead
You will sometimes hear the song

I will come back
I will come again
When the winter's spirit is weak.
I will come home



The Return Of Kaimadalthas

Body of the oak tree spirit, magic wand.
Masked magician with the key
naked and white, in his grave
dressed only with the ashes of our world.

Along the walls, long, sharp spears.
On the benches, breastplates of steel.
He walks silently on tiptoe,
see the ashes of the fires on the ground.

I travel into the darkest depths, where everything is dead.

In the dark realm of the mountain,
The dead man sitting there silent.
Do not give up over fear,
but travel to the abandoned places of the world.

The roof is covered with shields,
Helmets, belts, knives and swords;
on the brown earth of the stone hall
a creature, the spirit of a woman.

I travel into the darkest depths, where everything is dead.

The magician's figure in the tree outside,
He hangs his head.
The cow, bleeding, hear them scream
the magician untied its knot.

The Wizard collects the gifts,
the pale dead have given him,
From old, dark stone tombs
He finds the most beautiful treasure.

I travel to Kelio
I travel into the darkest depths, where everything is dead.

Belt and chain mail, cakes and dresses,
Helmets and divine weapons,
Runes and verses, dried fruits,
the door is open to the grave!

By elves, weapons forged.
For the reincarnated dead
those who fight the wolf,
in a world that is now desolate.

I travel to Kelio
I travel into the darkest depths, where everything is dead.



Sword Dance

The hour of the winter has come,
when the wolf and the bear will rest.
tear down the skin, a mask
trample to tell the winter, "goodbye"!

Winter Spirit, thou shalt die!
Winter Spirit, bleeding to death in the snow!
Winter Spirit, I am of the summer!
Winter Spirit, here I come...

Fire and smoke, screams and noise;
The magician runs through the forest.
Use leaves and soot, sword and steel.
Soon the sun will shine from above.

Winter Spirit, thou shalt die!
Winter Spirit, bleeding to death in the snow!
Winter Spirit, I am of the summer!
Winter Spirit, here I come!

Fire and smoke, screams and noise;
the magician runs through the forest.
Use leaves and soot, sword and steel.
Soon the sun will shine from above.

Winter Spirit, thou shalt die!
Winter Spirit, bleeding to death in the snow!
Winter Spirit, I am of the summer!
Winter Spirit, here I come!



The Horse from Kelio

When the snow melts, we weep;
Winter has been defeated.
The oak spirit is free,
Summer spirits celebrate.

When the snow melts, we cry;
Winter has been defeated.
The oak spirit is free,
Summer spirits celebrate.

A spirit comes from below,
A Horse from the hidden depths
to prepare the people
For the earth's sorrow.

A spirit comes from below,
A Horse from the hidden depths
to prepare the people
For the earth's sorrow.



Awakening

On the first Sunday morning in the spring.
we can see the army again.
Finally ending the mourning.
A hare runs across the field.

On the highest mountain in the east
You can see the red sun.
You can see and enjoy the comfort,
You can see the summit give birth to the earth.

The sun has returned,
the oak spirit is reborn.
The power of the sun has returned.
Summer has arrived.



The Return Of Belus (The End)

[Instrumental]"