Представляем точный текст композиции "The Sword" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Bathory . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Sword» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Bathory передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Bathory - "The Sword"
Lyrics to The Sword : This sword of steel that I hold in my hand Ore of this mountain. A sword of this land. Made for a king when the elders were young. To guard us and to guide us in an age since long gone. A sword to protect the peace in troubled times. A sword made to battle and to take a life. This sword is the backbone of the life that I know. Here among the mountains and snow. This sword will be one with me. Body and soul. All of me will be delivering each blow. Slung on my back. Oh its powers I feel. I can hardly wait to try its steel. A sword to protect the peace in troubled times. A sword made to battle and to take a life. This sword is the backbone of the life that I know. Here among the mountains and snow. Behold its sharp beauty. Just look at its shine. This sword was forged in fire and ice. This sword is the backbone of the life that I know. Here among the mountains and snow. Now I am ready To let this old sword sing again. Atop a snowcovered hill... Just before sunset... ["Waiting atop a snowcovered hill, the two standing silent, facing the] [sunset in the west. The one eyed old man mumbling strange words into the] [cold air. The haze spreading fast across the purple and blue vault. The] [winds taking up speed, bending the trees down the valley, throwing the snow] [crystals up and against the mountainside into gigantic sparkling clouds] [high in the sky. The voice of the one eyed old man becoming stronger. The] [words now spoken with increased intensity as if he was calling someone or] [something. And so a hazy white figure appears on the horizon, blazing] [across the sky with the speed of the winds... a part of the wind. A horse] [as white as snow, galopping across the mist, its eight hooves blistering] [like bolts of lightning. The one eyed old man crying out loud in the blaze] [to him, to take its reins and not to let go.] [And thus he had been given The Stallion..."] [ The Sword Lyrics ]
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