Präludium Adversi

Of sea and sky, what remains but prayers? If you wish to make me pay for what I've done, My words, miserably, will not avail and will be lost in vain The south wind carries my words and prayers 'Gods of the heavens and seas, what is left for me but prayers? Do you want to make me pay the punishment I deserve? But I, poor me, lose fruitless words in vain. And the terrible south wind scatters the words and prayers' A thousand bright fires rise high My gaze shatters in pain Black steel horses chase Once everything will be different Prelude to Adversity... I lead you to the edge! Prelude to Adversity... Beware! *Strong, what am I doing here?, my sails, swift winds! Alas, how quickly the clouds gleamed with flames! Surely we perish, and there is no hope of salvation, Nor do I fear death, it is a wretched kind of death 'Carry, what shall I do here?, my sail, raging winds! Woe is me, how the clouds gleamed with swift flames Surely I go to ruin, and there is no hope of rescue, And I do not fear death; only the manner of death I lament.' A thousand bright fires (...) Now you stand still Spellbound by what you perceive As your gaze Skims the distance And grips your heart Terribly beautiful And tests your luck! A thousand bright fires (...)