Текст песни Ancient Rites - (Ode to Ancient) Europa
Ancient Rites - (Ode to Ancient) Europa слова песни
(from Gallia to Germania)I still hear the ancient warcry(Roma to Brittania)I still hear the ancient battlecryThe great old European heroes, the proud old European namesLike snow now melted for sunlight, today their lustre gleamsGone are the great old empires, the proud old names are lowThat shed a glory over the ancient world, a thou sand years agoBut wandering the medieval cities beholding our ancient landsAlbion, Saxonia, land of Franks constructed by our ancestor`s hands(from Erin to Caledonia)I still hear the ancient warcry(Ellada to Helvetia)I still hear the ancient battlecry(from Lusitania to Hispania)I still hear the ancient warcry(Mycenae to Macedonia)I still hear the ancient battlecryIn the country of our fathers on the land and seaCan you hear a million voices? Thy forefathers summoning thee!Summoning thee!Many centuries ago, beyond the hazy spaceIn Brittany, Eire and Caledonia there dwelt a mighty raceCelts they were called, like their holy oaks, they had a giant grace(fierce was the Byzantine empireSpread over the Balkans, Asia, Minor and GreeceCombining eastern and western traditionA gateway to the East)Slavonian kingdoms, empires and tribesDefending their ancient lands and rightsFrom invading hordes from the EastThousands slaughtered (fair) men and beast(from Byzantium to Phoenicia)I still hear the ancient warcry(Etruria to Cymru)I still hear the ancient battlecry!!