Haggard - De la morte noire (Chapter IV) (2011 Remaster)

Born through astral constellation Those pictures are now getting clearer Inside his head And sent by the highest god They start to rise from the deepest depth My King - dead - no! Dying by the lance... so slow... He wipes the tears Away, and tries to think As clear as the falling rain But his hope begins to sink... ...down to this point Do you fear? Yes you do, and you allways will! The bleeding of another part Crawls into your mind and still... Es kam zu erinnern An des Menschen Buße Die Maske des Vogels Nickt höhnisch zum Gruße In Schwarz gehüllt Auf schwarzem Rosse getragen Die Menschheit zu knechten Kam der Herr der Plagen Pest regiert mit strafender Hand Und Leichen bedecken das Land... das Land Out of the sorcerer's chamber? Or do they come straight from the hands of the goat? This roses' leaves seem to be magic And saved all the poor population below My wife . . . sons. . . no! Diphteria creeps, and no one knows...