A day's light told me of my son's fate the sun showed the way, grim and severe pulled under the raging waters, my child sank in the drowning currents,
翻訳: アモルフィス. サイレントウォーターズ.
: A mind dejected, blood boiling with anger the storm of the warpath, now sings in my heart your pleadings, useless, I now shall disregard I'll leave
: A day's light told me of my son's fate the sun showed the way, grim and severe pulled under the raging waters, my child sank in the drowning currents
: I am of crimson blood nought shall hold me mirror mine the dark of night reflects me in water Ablaze are my eyes my soul consumed by woe my braids
: I have known the arcane lore on strange roads such visions met that I have no fear nor concern for hatred and obstacles of this world By stone-shooed
he had to face magic unseen when he asked he was not answered but he would not yield what he asked for was not given To a whirling mass of waters the
: Only one can make me do my good deeds only one and the shadow of that one only one can make me do my evil deeds only one and the shadow of that one
tormenting my soul the curving neck of a swan the slow turning of a birds head So white its plumes and feathers its breast like the moon in water silent
: What was denied from poor I thought to be riches I run for them there and then it made me take my due to death I'd plunge with joy my happiness to
: [Digipak version bonus track] Far from here, a house forsaken on lands of yesterday the silence of the night has crept in as weeping of the women,
: Mother wept for her son she wept and sang anxiously pndered fate his and her own A sun's ray, in through the eye glimmered in the room of mind changing
surface of the river calm and black reflects the sky, the pale moon and there a glimpse caught of myself I'm shattered, the vision is ruined An arrow from the water
What was denied from poor I thought to be riches I run for them there and then it made me take my due to death I'd plunge with joy my happiness to claim
shadow tormenting my soul the curving neck of a swan the slow turning of a birds head So white its plumes and feathers its breast like the moon in water silent
Only one can make me do my good deeds only one and the shadow of that one only one can make me do my evil deeds only one and the shadow of that one
I am of crimson blood nought shall hold me mirror mine the dark of night reflects me in water Ablaze are my eyes my soul consumed by woe my braids weaved
