Текст песни Lunarium - Feast Of The Sargonnas

There once was a barbarian
blood-soaked, brutal, strong,
He wept, for he had no talent
for poetry and song
So he asked the gods to bless him
with the voices of a bard,
so that he might serenade them
after leaving foemen scarred!

“Seek you the Golden Horn,
traverse the Desert of Waning,
To the Korbliconnin
swiftly shall you ride!
Fill the goblet full, my son,
of the minotaur’s blood.
And drink in the ambrosia
of Eternal Song.”

Now the swords shall raise high,
and the wine will flow
Celebrating he who makes
the journey long and cold.
A bacchanalian image
of lustful revelry
To his horse, on his last quest,
the young man now will ride
There goes our Hero,
our next last hope!
He goes for glory,
more likely to the Gods!
We’ll feast for Sargonnas,
yet he takes another son.
A worthy sacrifice
for the gift of Eternal Song!

In fire—Sargonnas appears!
Bull’s head triumphantly rears!
Laughing in a triumphant sneer…