Текст песни Clash of Times (Rhapsody) с переводом

Mountains of bones and skulls in the sand

The death in this place never ends

Where are the hills, rivers and fields?

The desert is cruel indeed

Oh how much pain I feel

Could I believe this is real?

Oh what’s the use of fame?

My efforts would all be in vain

Life still continues for a hundred lost souls

But thirst will transform them to ghouls

Even a king can fall from his throne

If rain is an old memory gone

Lord won’t you care for them?

This omen was foretold for men

Lord I won’t take your place

I’m here for the entire human race

Here comes the water, the magic from the sky

Rain is worth my sacrifice

Here comes the water to melt what’s petrified

To wash away the clash of times

Lord I won’t take your place

But magic will help the human race

Here comes the water, the magic from the sky

Rain is worth my sacrifice

Here comes the water to melt what’s petrified

To wash away the clash of times

Wash away the clash of times

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