Nuwisha - Cimmeria | Текст песни

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It was a gloomy land that seemed to hold
all winds and clouds and dreams that shun the sun.
With bare boughs rattling in the lonesome winds,
and the dark woodlands brooding over all.
Not even lightened by the rare dim sun
which made squat shadows out of men.
They called it Cimmeria, land of Darkness and Deep Night.
It was so long ago and far away,
I've forgotten the very name men called me.
The axe and flint-tipped spear are like a dream,
and hunts and wars are shadows.
I recall only the stillness of that somber land,
the clouds that piled forever on the hills,
the deepness of the everlasting woods-
Cimmeria, land of Darkness and the Night,
Cimmeria, land of Darkness and the Night.

I recall only the stillness of that somber land,
Cimmeria land of Darkness and the Night.

What do I know of cultured ways,
the gilt, the craft, and the lie?
I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky.
The subtle tongue, the sophist's guile,
they fail when the broadsword sings.
The somber woodlands whisper,
"Death to masters, gods, and kings."

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