Prophet of the Last Eclipse
Luca Turilli
Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine
Et lux perpetua luceat eis
Aut vincere aut mortis, mortis
Aut vincere aut mortis, mortis
Aut vincere aut mortis, mortis
Aut vincere aut mortis, mortis
Silent seed of dark and terror
Spare the planet from this terror
White cold Moon and Zaephyr's Sun
Salva me, salva me, salva me
I will swear I will call my hate
And eternal rage
Irae
Dies irae
Aut vincere aut mortis
Dies irae
Mortis
Aut vincere aut mortis
Dies irae
Mortis
Aut vincere aut mortis
Dies irae
Mortis
Aut vincere aut mortis
Dies irae
Mortis
She's ready to turn off her life's flame
To free all his people from hell
But no, he doesn't want to accept this solution
Preferring to think of how he can escape
Hundreds of them are now coming
Friend is now an ancient word
There's no place left to hide
In this white icy dungeon
No way to survive of the close shadows fall
Shadows fall
And so she made her choice
Seeing Arkan fooling himself with lost hopes
She left her lover's arms
And crying, she started to run away to them!
She looked at him praying: Forgive me!
But he could not answer at all
She was gonna be killed by the mass of those riled
Now screaming and trying to stop all their pain
'Cause she would have been surely tortured
By all of those religion's fools
He was then obliged to shoot his princess
To avoid the brutality of his now dead old friends
She was now lying there
Dying in a lake of ice and blood
While he, embracing her
Was killing them with his red eyes
When her blood ran through the dark ice
The surface began to tremble
Quakes and thunders crashing everywhere
This is zaephyr's tragic doomsday
What was unrevealed so even
To the prophet of the last eclipse
Last eclipse
She was now lying there
Dying in a lake of ice and blood
Oh no, why she's dead now?
No trace of life around
What happened to his ancient town?
He hopes it's not a dream
But the Sun is now lighting him
When her blood ran through the dark ice
The surface began to tremble
Quakes and thunders crashing everywhere
This is zaephyr's tragic doomsday
What was unrevealed so even
To the prophet of the last eclipse
Last eclipse
Aut vincere aut mortis, mortis
Aut vincere aut mortis, mortis
Silent seed of dark and terror
Spare the planet from this terror
White cold Moon and Zaephyr's Sun
Salva me, salva me, salva me
I will swear I will call my hate
And eternal rage
Irae
Dies irae
Aut vincere aut mortis
Dies irae
Mortis
Aut vincere aut mortis
Dies irae
Mortis
Aut vincere aut mortis
Dies irae
Mortis
Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine
Et lux perpetua luceat eis
