Текст песни Ancient Rites - (het Verdronken Land Van) Saeftinge
Ancient Rites - (het Verdronken Land Van) Saeftinge слова песни
Here one can hear the call of the seaWhile a deadwhite moonlightIs creating the ultimate unlightOr at night, or at night...O sad and beautiful nightFull of melancholyWhen the silent dark watersAre inviting the lonely soulsOf mounting lost ones... like meOf mounting lost ones... like meHere once I could hear the bell tollHere once I led a lifeMy home was build... before the cruelWater cameMay be the death fish washed on the shoreWith their cold eyes have catched aGlimp - a glimp..Of my forever lost villageDo I hear my ancestors call:Oh beautiful and cruel lost,Forever lost - dark medieval timesDrowned land of saeftinge -Drowned land of saeftingeHere once I could hear the bell toll,Here once IHad a life, my home was build...Here one can hear the call of the seaOh my drowned landMijn verdronken land van saeftinge...Saeftinge - saeftinge - saeftingeForever lost, forever lost...