Popuščajo moči,
strah ustavlja jim korak.
Rešilna misel vztrajno
krade se v glavo:
da bi stopili v skrito
sotesko svete zemlje.
Zapoved tja jim brani,
prekletstva se boje.
A strah pred preganjalci
zmaga strah pred Vero,
v agoniji strašni
vest utiša glas.
Odgrnjena bršljana
je zavesa in
odstrt pogled v čaroben
svet cvetočih trat.
Orli izginjajo v višavah,
v mesečini up še tli,
poslednja pesem pa odmeva,
ujeta v večnosti!
A že se v jezi stresa
oskrunjen kraj na zemlji,
v vrtincu vetra je
ujeto cvetje s polj.
Dež drvi z oblakov,
blisk nebo razkolje,
grom gluši ušesa,
mraz pobeli breg.
Kam se skril boš človek
pred srdom božje jeze?
Veš, da ni rešitve,
a telo te sili v beg.
Kar meseno je,
spreminja se v kamen,
kri trdi se in
ustavljen je utrip.
Kaj dogaja z njimi se,
da gibi otrde
in njih korak
ni nikdar dokončan?
Še danes vidiš trumo
skal v dolini teme;
zdi se, da beže
pred srdom večnosti.
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Valley of the Doomed
Weakened is the strength,
steps are slowed down by their fear.
Persistent thoughts of rescue
embedded in their heads.
To step into the hidden gorge of the sacred land's fields,
command lets them not walk in,
they fear the mighty curse.
Though fear of those who chase them
triumphs over their faith,
in dreadful agony
conscience shuts their voice.
The ivy's curtain is unveiled,
uncovered is the glare
into the mystic world of blooming meads.
Eagles vanish into distance,
in the moonlight hope still burns.
And the final song is echoing,
trapped in eternity!
Though the anger shakes this place of desecrated land,
in the blazing of the wind
blossoms from fields are caught.
Rainstorms fill the once bright blue,
lightning splits the skies,
thunder deafens, frost paints the river banks with white.
Where will you hide, human,
from the rage of mighty gods?
You know of no salvation,
yet your body tries to hide.
What was once of flesh and blood
is turning into rock,
blood is thickening,
your heartbeat has stopped.
What has been brought upon them,
their steps will never end,
the strides they took-forever incomplete.
Still in valley of the dark
the legions seem to run,
they dread forever in eternal stone.
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Australian band Aquilus smashes genre boundaries to smithereens, combining classical orchestration with black metal on this riveting LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 13, 2021