Helreidh - "Fingerprints of the Gods" Lyrics
When I first discovered my Italian Progressive Power Metal bands, I was disappointed to find that only one out of the four had posted lyrics to their songs on their website. You know how I love to sing along, but I could not quite deduce the lyrics by the songs alone--especially with the (wonderful!) Italian accent attached. So, for everyone's benefit, I've decided to put the "missing" lyrics on my site.
I'm only listing the songs from the first disc; the other disc contains only covers; here are links for Mrs. Victoria and Stranger in a Strange Land lyrics.
FINGERPRINTS OF THE GODS
(MP3)
in the desert and forests,
in the farthest lands,
the secret of ancient Gods
lies hidden carved in stone
of their sacred science
unspoken lies the word,
the encoded mystery
of the Creation,
the beginning...
huge majestic burials
monolithic ritual domes,
outstanding evidence
to the secrets unrevealed
fingerprints of the gods
signs of might
temples of the stars
mirror of the sky
temples of the stars
doorway to the Holy Abode
temples of the stars
Heaven on earth
guide to the heights
in many different places
widespread in the world
eyes scanned the deep blue night
for the arcane alchemy
the magic of resurrection
will let the spirit fly
to its native and final abode...
the Duat,
Orion,
Sirius,
Paridise...
huge majestic burials
monolithic ritual domes,
outstanding evidence
to the secrets unrevealed
fingerprints of the gods
signs of might
gods...
fingerprints of the gods...
fingerprints of the gods...
fingerprints of the gods...
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MIGRATIONS
loud the wind
blows up behind
and the ships rush on
with sails swollen
about to tear
on the angry sea
with sloping masts
and dipping prow
the keels slip fast,
to fulfil
the prophecy
to escape the end
on the wasted shore
of the bay
on the day when all began
a few men left,
we gathered around our guides:
seven sages,
the highests priests
they arranged the flight
"We have been chosen by the Ruler!
Now we must go...
before it's too late!"
how far
shall we sail
to the land we long?
how long
must we wait
for the shining sun?
silent darkness
all around
but our desperate cries
the storm
is far away but fears (sic) still here
merciless intelligence
planned our destiny,
destroyed our age,
our land, our life
so many days we drifted,
and crossed the endless sea
"Now be prepared to face the unknown,
ready to leave...
towards our fate!"
migrations
on the ships of hope
migrations
to the age of the new sun
we now let the winds and streams
draw our destiny
migrations
a new life to begin
desperate...
our people is (sic) all distressed
a desert sea,
no land, no light, no sun
heavy clouds,
grey, now they shade into...
the dark blue sea,
on the flat far
horizon
was it all worth now that we are dying?
was it all worth now that all is lost
and far our land?
a beam of light,
oh gods may it all be true
a spot of land,
highlighted by
the sun...
the clouds now break,
the sky is blue
above,
darkness and doubt are now
defeated
"Land ho!"
a cry broke out,
and the spell was snapped,
once more
we viewed the ocean
a faithful friend
a sweet breeze
started now blowing
on our hopes,
as breath of life,
it flew the ship onwards
and now our worried thoughts
turned into our mates,
lost in the rage of the fiery storm
sad
but finally safe,
we reached our destiny
so we succeeded in
facing the unknown,
going towards
...the Promised Land!
migrations
on the ships of hope
migrations
to the age of the new sun
we now let the winds and streams
draw our destiny
migrations
a new life to begin
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THE DEPARTING MUSE
a strange mist covers the moor
and silence's calling my Muse;
darkness succeeds
the pale light,
the glen is fallin'
into the night
the flame of a candle-end lights the shadows
of my mind;
memories of my youth...
the ghastly glimpse of hell
...the jester's crying...
...the jester's crying...
the Sun won't rise over those
exotic worlds,
the Sun won't shine on those
times,
the Sun won't brighten
all my darkened worlds
the jester's crying
and the knight alone
echoes of distand voices
and old unholy rimes...
ruins of ancient empires
fallen aeons ago,
the hall is empty...
the warriors have all gone;
phantoms of the past
are torturing my mind
"Oh my muse,
don't leave my heart tonight,
be again my ispiration (sic)
and make the jester smile!"
Oh my muse,
don't leave my heart tonight,
be again my ispiration (sic)
and make
the jester smile
lost forever
in the chasm
of my soul,
a silent screamin' into my brain,
tormenting screaming
of those unfinished lines;
the jester's bleeding
and the listeners gone...
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