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Dies Irae (Orchestral Version)

Dark Moor2018年2月17日

Dies Irae (Orchestral Version) 歌詞

Dies Irae (Orchestral Version) - Dark Moor

Confutatis maledictis

Flammis acribus addictis

 

When the sun is flustered

And the moon is free

The great little master

Writtes a little melody

The notes fever's in my breast

Aches to be away

Eternal wisdom

In glorious kingdom

That is my sole wish

The first violin lead me while the harps

Embrace me like the blood

The madness beats my art

In the stage my baton cuts the air

I am

In a world i never made a man

 

Dies Irae Dies Illa

Solvent saeclum in favilla

Teste David cum sibilla

 

Quantus tremor est futurus

Quanto judex est venturus

Cuncta stricte discussurus

 

Dies Irae Dies Illa

Solvent saeclum in favilla

Teste David cum sibilla

 

The sound is around

 

Long live to the king

 

Never falling down

 

Rex gloria; Rex gloria

Witness of the time

 

Spirit is sublime

 

No more feels of pain no more hate

A revenge is going away

Where is my destiny

 

Where is my fantasy

I need to free my soul and cry

Someone to pray for me

I need to free my soul and will die

 

There wells up the only tear

We shed without woe

And ride like the wind because

The music is enthralled

The note's fever in my breast

Aches to be away

Eternal wisdom

In glorious kingdom

That is my sole wish

The first violin lead me while the harps

Embrace me like the blood

The madness beats my art

 

In the stage my baton cuts the air

I am

In a world i never made a man

 

Dies Irae Dies Illa

Solvent saeclum in favilla

Teste David cum sibilla

 

Quantus tremor est futurus

Quanto judex est venturus

Cuncta stricte discussurus

 

The soft slep to your bed

 

Is not worth pursuing

 

You will so soon be dead

 

Death will serve instead

 

Turns to the thing

He was born to be

A master to the king

 

Keep your fancy free

In the deep of the sea

 

Salva me salva me salva me fons pietatis

 

The first violin lead me while the harps

Embrace me like the blood

The madness beats my art

 

In the stage my baton cuts the air

I am

In a world i never made a man

 

Dies Irae Dies Illa

Solvent saeclum in favilla

Teste David cum sibilla

 

Quantus tremor est futurus

Quanto judex est venturus

Cuncta stricte discussurus

 

Dies Irae Dies Illa

Solvent saeclum in favilla

Teste David cum sibilla

 

Quantus tremor est futurus

Quanto judex est venturus

Cuncta stricte discussurus

Quantus tremor est futurus

Dies Irae Dies Illa

Quantus tremor est futurus

Dies Irae Dies Illa

Quantus tremor est futurus

Quantus tremor est futurus

 

Quanto judex est venturus

Cuncta stricte discussurus

 

Cuncta stricte cuncta stricte

Stricte discussurus

Cuncta stricte cuncta stricte

 

Stricte discussurus