Με αφορμη αυτο, παμε να κανουμε μια ΕΠΟΣ συλλογη βασισμενη στιχουργικα στο εργο του πολυαγαπημένου μας συγγραφέα.Advancing Yokeda έγραψε: ↑Παρ 24 Απρ 2020, 15:02 Επίσης είμαι χαρούμενος που προσθέτω μια ακόμα κομματάρα στη συλλογή μου που αφορά τον Έλρικ.
Εντάξει DOMINE δεν νομιζω οτι χρειαζεται να ποστάρουμε, ενω θα αφησω τους CIRITH UNGOL για μεγαλύτερους μύστες απο εμένα.
Ας αρχίσω λοιπον με Eternal Champion
1. RETALIATOR (Corum Jaehlen Irsei)
Arioch! Knight of Swords, deceitful god.
Beyond the sealed sign of chaos. I held your heart, destroyed it.
So Arkyn, Law may right the scale when the balance falls.
The Earl will ride and I will follow. When he's under my blade, then I can die.
Chorus-
I've banished Gods, The Rulers of Swords and giants, I do not fear The Dog and The Bear.
Fhoi Myore, you ride in mist by chariot.
Bryionak, Retaliator! From an ancient forge the anvils sing!
The Dagdagh Harp, I fear it's song though I don't recall (why).
Moon-colored sword, I name you "Traitor", from a dream I remember, and to which I am tied.
Chorus-
Upon the field, the Mabden have rode and they are ready to die for the Silvern Hand.
(bridge)
With this spear I have brought green back to my land,
and I've seen kings restored by a golden Oak and Ram.
With this steel I have brought doom upon my foes,
Now it seeks my heart and returns me to my home.
2. The Cold Sword (Erekose/Urlik Skarsol)
A name is called and I'm thrown into a world draped in ice. The Frozen Keep is my dominion? The Champion's fate, to wake in worlds anew.
The Southern Ice, the white unbroken. The cardinal red sun is dying. To Rowenarc, the obsidian citadel.
"The hilt of the sword and the hand are as one."
The chalice screams, and demands of me what I loathe.
"The blade of the sword has the blood of the Sun."
Pawn of Fate, your glory and doom are one.
A maddened king will lead his men to ruin, the warriors of silver are caught. For their queen, they'll battle, but they've no hope from The Black Sword.
Always a price, always a burden. The balance right, the chalice now full. Many names, Fate's Soldier, I will find Tanelorn!
"The hilt of the sword and the hand are as one."
The chalice screams, and demands of me what I loathe.
"The blade of the sword has the blood of the Sun."
Pawn of Fate, your glory and doom are one.
From the fallen Moon they will ride. Under the blade the queen she will die.
From the Scarlet Fjord they will ride. Under the blade the queen she will die.
The fief of the sword is your life.