Testo Hallstadt

From an empty house...In take-flight, the grey hawks verged upon a sunless skyWild, whistling winds carried them sorely, and sailed them bristly in the same shady sky.In take-ground, branded the mark of hall and heave; their martyrs never left2000 years, 2000 urn-burials, 2000 lies have now been erased.Chorus:"We'll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz!We'll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls!We've whittled the blades of Hallstattian swords!"In order to see such a legacy, fire burned with a past that turned;Anvils were forged at an early stage, molded as cats or iarn-leastair.Ioldanach has spied on this mistery, yet he's enkindled by the lightWith hues of argent lightning and ore of purem the salt grants them mastery and might.Chorus:"We'll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz!We'll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls!We've whittled the blades of Hallstattian swords!"Bridge:HallstattAn SalaanAn BasTroid Warrior:" I see a battle; I feel the warp-spasm!"Ioldanach : The poised warrior yowls with blood about his belt.Troid Warrior:" Nothing shall draw my eyes away..."Ioldanach : His heart stirs atrociously, now to think.Troid Warrior:" I convey the names to the planes of Destiny!"Ioldanach : The poised warrior seeks an ancient seat foe the Stone.Troid Warrior:" Wild, whistling winds still laugh at my howls!"Ioldanach : These acts of tale-telling dilate him to hate.HallstattAn SalaanAn BasPre-Avouchment of Parable:The young ones of Hallstatt, and the skySilver-ilked spears have been whettedVast hilts and sheeny torques of gold;Crafted from vanquished legacies.HallstattAn SalaanAn BasAvouchment of Parable:"Spirit of horsemen and spirit of iron age acclaimThe fame for 2000 crypts at Hallstatt!"Solo(s): Shaftiel.To an empty home.In take-flight, the grey hawks verged upon a sunless skyWild, whistling winds carried them sorely, and sailed them bristly in the same shady sky.In take-ground, branded the mark of hall and heave; their martyrs never left2000 years, 2000 urn-burials, 2000 lies have now been erased."We'll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz!We'll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls!We've whittled the blades of Hallstattian swords!"