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Thorns and thickets are always watching
Hugging your grove, your kingdom
Autumn haze, breath of dark rain
Wraps nostalgia in colors of noble happiness
Oh you our rough heart
In the center of your soul'
Our fire sings glory
Warms the rigid walls
Meadows of nostalgia
Spirit and the sound of the family become one
And the shadows through the soul Crawl outside
Enjoy the sound of words
And the echoing of our throats
Where nostalgia nourishes the soul
Dwells our spirit of life's threads
Weaves sails , into which the wind of fate blows
... and takes us with it
Far away... far away
O'Aue of nostalgia
The forest and that Firmware
In the rush of old days
Sparks travel up there
Lightening what makes us dream
Meadows of nostalgia
Spirit and the sound of flames become one
And the shadows creep through the walls
Feast on the sound of words
And the echoing of our throats
Where nostalgia nourishes the soul
Our spirit of life's threads lives
Weaves sails into which the wind of fate blows
In ruins we walk
murmurs of voices of devotion
Sail with the sound of time
Wherever they lead us leaves you stranded...
Aue der Nostalgie
[English translation:]
[Meadow Of Nostalgia]
[Lyrics are by Noraz]
Thorn and thicker ever vigilant
Embrace your sacred grove, your domain
Autumn's mist, frenetic dancers exhalation
Now shrowded in myth
Nostalgia cloaked in the colors of happier days
Oh you, our bruised heart
From the depths of your soul
Sing our wondrous glory
Give warmth to these frigid walls
O' meadow of nostalgia
Spirit and the sound of crackling flames become one,
Wile the shadows creep across the walls
Gaining strength from the speakers crisp words
And the echoes of our cheers
Where nostalgia nourishes the soul
There clotho labors over our fate
Weaving sails to catch the winds of destiny
To tear us along with it...
Whither we now not
O' meadow of nostalgia
The forest and the heavens above
The intoxication of days long past
Sparks race upwards
Briefly illumination, the motive of our dreams
O' meadow of nostalgia
Spirit and the sound of crackling flames become one,
Wile the shadows creep across the walls
Gaining strength from the speakers crisp words
And the echoes of our cheers
Where nostalgia nourishes the soul< br/>There clotho labors over our fate
Gathering the separate threads of our lives
Weaving sails to catch the winds of destiny
Among ruins we walk
Whispering paeans of devotion
Sailing by the winds of time
Wherever they may take us...
O' meadow of nostalgia