Do you feel the thorn
Do you feel the thorns?
Do you feel that yours is strong enough?
Do you see the tears?
You Do you see the tears?
Do you see the bloodshed in this fell war?
Have you forsaken us ?
Have you forgotten our faithful men calling your name?
Have you forgotten our faithful men calling your name?
Have you forgotten our faithful men calling your name? Name?
While I stand before you
When I stand before you
While we perish
When we perish
While I lay down a crimson rose
While holding hands are forced apart
When the hand holding my hand is forced to separate
While hopes bog like condemned men
When hopes are like a fugitive falling into a swamp
Were you there?
Is it you?
The sky is falling on me
The hope of the sky falls in front of me
As your hand's turning old and weak
When I see the traces of time on my palms
I'm giving myself upon to thee
What else can I give you
A futile sacrifice gone sere
Not even a hope
In your nemeton
In your nemeton
These gray stone walls are cold and silent
These gray stone walls are cold and silent
As the fallen mother gone deaf
The fallen mother has nothing Can't hear
Mistress of shattered hopes
The mistress's desire can no longer be satisfied
And forever broken dreams
Dreams are forever It's broken
Were you there?
Are you still like this?
Owner, this is what I made little by little. I hope you cherish others. The fruits of labor
The translation is only as good as this. I can’t hear the English very clearly and it’s still not good...
The sky is falling on me
The sky is falling on me
As your hand's turning old and weak
When the hand's turning is old and weak
I'm giving myself upon to thee
I give it to myself and to you
A futile sacrifice gone
sere
Sacrifice a blind wither
Epo, Epo, why has thou forsaken me?
Epo, Epo's, why have you forsaken me?
Together we go unsung
Let’s go unsung
Into thy hand I commend my spirit
Into your hand, I commend my spirit Soul
Together we go down with our people
We go down with our people
Were you there?
Is it you ?
Were you there?
Is it you?
The sky is falling on me
The sky is falling on me
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As your hand's turning old and weak
When the hand's turning old and weak
I'm giving myself upon to thee
I give myself to you
A futile sacrifice gone sere
Sacrifice a blind dryness
Falling on me...
Fall on me...