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ROZHDENIYE MAGA (The Birth of a Magus)
EP “Rozhdeniye Maga” (The Birth of a Magus)
Music, arrangements and original Russian lyrics by Efes
English unrhymed translation by Efes
© 2013, All Rights Reserved
That day I woke up at sundown…
And I was falling down into a new strange world
With two deadly swords hidden deep down in my soul -
If I bring them to this World, it will die in flames!
Death!
Is my prison…
Blood!
Is on my hands…
And my eyes
Are burning with the fire of revenge…
But thus a Magus is born - in blood, anger and pain!
I enslave the undead by my iron-hard black will
With the fury of the Dark enveloping me, all the Light is lost in the void…
How can I bring back the past with all that was so dear to me?
The path to salvation is pitch-black and winding through utter darkness…
Death!
Is my prison…
Blood!
Is on my hands…
And my eyes
Are burning with the fire of revenge…
But thus a Magus is born - in blood, anger and pain!
Cursed by Light and banished by Darkness, having abandoned both Chaos and Order,
I’m heading for that place where I shall embrace sweet tranquillity…
If you stand in my way, I shall betroth you to Death,
And you shall serve me faithfully in the legions of the undead
Death!
Is my prison…
Blood!
Is on my hands…
And my eyes
Are burning with the fire of revenge…
But thus a Magus is born - in blood, anger and pain!
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Lyod (Ice)
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LYOD (Ice)
EP “Rozhdeniye Maga” (The Birth of a Magus)
Music, arrangements and original Russian lyrics by Efes
English unrhymed translation by Efes
© 2013, All Rights Reserved
Blood is everywhere,
The earth is all in flames…
As if in a nightmare
A sword is in my chest.
Torment me not… Torture me not…
Please, take me to your Hall of Solace…
Do not beg of me and forgive me –
Forever shall you be a prisoner in this damp earth…
I am standing on the edge of a precipice, and I can see you
Lying in a grave at the foot of α hill…
But I’ll break through the ice
And cover the skies with flames!
I shall soar up to the roof of Heavens
And rule the raging winds!
But I’ll break through the ice
And tear apart the fetters of Death!
I’ll cast off the burdens of this sinful Earth,
I’ll leave the shackles of flesh behind
Forevermore!
Will you?
Yes!!!
Darkness has wrapped my body
In the armour of ice…
Frost has sewn my eyelashes,
But I am still alive…
And don’t you dare tell me that the end has come!
It is a lie, just a lie, no more than a lie!
I’m clenching my fists with anger and stringing my whole self up,
Sending slight tremors through the ground…
Torment me not…. Torture me not…
Please, take me to your Hall of Solace…
Do not beg of me and forgive me –
Forever shall you be a prisoner in this damp earth…
I am standing on the edge of a precipice, and I can see you
Lying in a grave at the foot of α hill…
But I’ll break through the ice
And cover the skies with flames!
I shall soar up to the roof of Heavens
And rule the raging winds!
But I’ll break through the ice
And tear apart the fetters of Death!
I’ll cast off the burdens of this sinful Earth,
I’ll leave the shackles of flesh behind
Forevermore!
I am soaring over the precipice, while Aurora is burning out…
And down there in the grave lies anything but me!
I’ve broken through that ice
And bathed the skies in flames!
I’ve soared to the roof of Heavens
To rule the raging winds!
I’ve broken through that ice!
I’ve torn apart the fetters of Death!
I’ve cast off the burdens of this sinful Earth!
I’ve left the shackles of my flesh behind
Forevermore!
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Fingolfin
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FINGOLFIN
EP “Rozhdeniye Maga” (The Birth of a Magus)
Music, arrangements and original Russian lyrics by Efes
English unrhymed translation by Efes
© 2013, All Rights Reserved
Hey, Fingolfin! Look around – you’re alone…
You’ve lost everything, o, High Lord of Noldor!
Rivers of flame have devoured your lands…
Now they’ll be ruled by Evil’s black hands…
Wrath is boiling up inside you…
And you feel the urge to burn the Enemy in the flames of that wrath!
With the anger of the Valar seething in your eyes,
With the silver radiant blade blazing in your hand,
You are fast to reach Angband, faster than an arrow,
Just to rip the Night apart with your vengeful gaze!
So here you are, before the brazen gates!
Your voice is pure, your horn rings clear!
“Come out, you Fiend! Come out, my Foe!
Leave your worm-hole, craven!”
O, glorious Noldor!
O, magnificent Nolder!
You are our hope incarnate!
Keep fighting for life,
Freedom and truth!
For all things devoured by the darkness of the grave!
So slowly…in fear…
So slowly…in fear…
So slowly…in fear…
The Dark Lord appears!
“You’ve come to my stronghold!
You’ve shattered my calm!
You, feeble, pathetic Noldor!
So be it! This battle shall be your last!”
So the hammer and the sword began their dance…
Swiftly wielding your true blade,
Blazing just like Elemmirë,
Seven times you let it drink
The thick black blood of the Dark Lord!
O, glorious Noldor!
O, magnificent Nolder!
You are our hope incarnate!
Your gaze is so terrible,
It is so radiant
That it shines through the storm like the Silmarils!
Thrice you fell and thrice you rose…
Dauntless fighter, noble Noldor, laughing in the face of death,
You fought with wild abandon, yet
The fourth time you never rose
Hit too badly to fight again …
Knowing that the end was near with his foot upon your chest,
You held on and saved your breath
Just to thrust your sword straightforward one last time,
And your Enemy’s shrill scream went through the world!
O, glorious Noldor!
O, magnificent Nolder!
It was the Fiend who closed your eyes with a shroud of death...
But you had not given up,
You had not given in!
You had covered yourself in glory forevermore!
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FS PROJEKT Moscow, Russia
FS PROJEKT is an independent original fantasy-metal project of Efes (a.k.a. FS) - a Russian composer, arranger, poet, producer, guitarist and bassist.
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