Stormwarrior — Heirs To The Fighte letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "Heirs To The Fighte" de Stormwarrior.
Letra
They foughte as warriors, glory cover’d men
Age of the epic wars, here the tales begin…
Bloode cover’d northerne grounde when trusted gods were bann’d
Unsheath’d, the pagan sworde, freedom to defende
The sounde of proven steele, still carried by the wynde
Free men, free warriors, forearm’d for lande and kin
Thundere roars on highe, feede the eagles in the skye
We are northern warriors — Heirs to the fighte
Battle-wyndes anighte, oh father with one eye
We are northern warriors — Heirs to the fighte
Oh up highe the ravens flye, still gatheringe their lore
And stille northerne wyndes are breathinge tales of times longe gone
Swordsmen, the braven ones, with passion in their heartes
Deeds of heroic kinde in times so wilde and darke
Thundere roars on highe, feede the eagles in the skye
We are northern warriors — Heirs to the fighte
Battle-wyndes anighte, oh father with one eye
We are northern warriors — Heirs to the fighte
And thus I caste the runes and see what is foretolde
Oh heare their whisper’d sounde, their powere to unfolde…
Thundere roars on highe, feede the eagles in the skye
We are northern warriors — Heirs to the fighte
Battle-wyndes anighte, oh father with one eye
We are northern warriors — Heirs to the fighte
Thundere roars on highe… feede the eagles in the skye…
Battle-wyndes anighte… oh father withe one eye…
Heare the ancient battle-cry…
Tradução da letra
Eles foughte como guerreiros, a glória cobriu os homens
Era das Guerras Épicas, aqui começam os contos…
O sangue cobria terrenos nortenhos quando deuses confiáveis eram bann'd
Desembainhada, a espada pagã, a liberdade de defender
O soundé de steele provado, ainda carregado pelo wynde
Homens livres, guerreiros livres, antebraços para lande e kin
Thundere ruge alto, feede as águias na skye
Somos guerreiros do Norte, herdeiros dos Fighters.
Battle-wyndes anighte, Oh father with one eye
Somos guerreiros do Norte, herdeiros dos Fighters.
Lá em cima os corvos voam, ainda acumulam a sua tradição
E stille northerne wyndes são contos de suspense de tempos perdidos
Espadachins, os bravos, com paixão nos seus corações
Feitos de heróicos parentes em tempos tão selvagens e darke
Thundere ruge alto, feede as águias na skye
Somos guerreiros do Norte, herdeiros dos Fighters.
Battle-wyndes anighte, Oh father with one eye
Somos guerreiros do Norte, herdeiros dos Fighters.
E assim eu Castro as runas e vejo o que é foretolde
Oh heare their whisper'd sound, their powere to unfolde…
Thundere ruge alto, feede as águias na skye
Somos guerreiros do Norte, herdeiros dos Fighters.
Battle-wyndes anighte, Oh father with one eye
Somos guerreiros do Norte, herdeiros dos Fighters.
Thundere ruge sobre o alto ... feede the eagles in the skye…
Ó Pai com um olho…
Heare the ancient battle-cry…