Lemuria - The End of a Reign - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The city awakens in silence

Morning is breaking

Before the rooster crows

Rising unrest sets in

South of Toulouse

On the plains of Muret

Under an imminent threat

People have fled in dismay

Afar the riders appear

Raising clouds of dust

Snorting horses

Are coming this way

The hills are over flown

By a mass of gold, red and blue

The armies of the south at last

United by a common foe

Amidst the closing horde

A rider shines in daybreak's light

He is known as the warrior-king

Who has never lost a fight

Trapped in safety

Behind the castle gate

Surrounded by thousands

Awaiting their fate

The soldiers of the cross

Are forced to an act of desperation

About to risk their lives in open field

They prepare for battle knowing their foes will never yield

Their force divine grows stronger and stronger

As they confess their sins and pray for their lives

For God and glory

We shall prevail this day

Show no mercy for those who stand in our way

The Red Lion's forces

Storm out through the gates

On a course towards triumph

Or a deadly fate

The alliance of the South

Is caught by surprise

No time to brace themselves

For the ultimate impending carnage

As knights spurred on and horses made speed

The earth started trembling under their feet

Driven by bravery and focused by fear

Time slows down as their judgement draws near

Riders and horses

Cut down from below

Like the sound of a forest

Struck down in one blow

Shattering armour

Clatter of steel

Two armies colliding

A bloodbath surreal

Making their ways towards the royal arms

The crusaders regroup for a second charge

The fictitious king does not stand a chance

He's cast from his saddle by the blow of a lance

With one strike of a sword he falls down

This is no king this is merely a liege

These are not the skills of royal prestige

We've been tricked by these mongrels

Had by those fools

Bring me this coward and

I'll dig him a tomb

I am the king

You bastard, where are you

You'll rot where you stand

Show me your face

You will die by my hand

Come closer you scoundrel

Let's finish this strife

This foolish bravado

Will cost you your life

"Alain de Roucy, who'd sworn to strike down the warrior-king, emerged from the chaos of shattered shields and fallen heroes.

The king and his men were soon surrounded.

In the desperate struggle that followed, de Roucy managed to single out and disarm Peter of Aragon and with a well-aimed blow of his sword he made an end to his reign"

Unaware of their brethren's fate

Raymond's troops held back 'till it was too late

Heavily bleeding, barely alive

The final few brought the news of their king's demise

Skulls cracked by maces

And warrior's slain

Men trampled by horses

And screaming in pain

Harnesses covered

In sanguine rain

For those who will stand

Only darkness remains

Pushed to the stream

By crusaders depraved

Driving them

Into a watery grave

The unearthly silence

As spirits transcend

When all comes to an end