Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra      Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra   Dum veneris judicare saeculum per ignem      My son, now listen what I say:   Keep in mind what you have learned   Wrap your fingers ,round your sword   Maybe you will not return   Thousands that we once have been   Only a few are still here   I've to give this sacrifice...      ... oh, the autumn brought us fear!      My life, my blood, my tears, my pain   I'm the guardener of thee   Through an axestrike I have lost   The ability to see   Now my child, your time hath come   Mercy - not, with those you'll harm   Wrap your fingers `round your sword...      ( And the ones we love will fall   Like autumn leaves   On these endless fields )      ... as the horn sounds the alarm!   Und als der Sturm begann   Als Fleisch auf Eisen traf   Hell wie er Glocken Klang   Die Schreie derer, deren Glück versagt      Mit Wunden übersät   Der Eichenhain ihm Schutze bot   Wie die Legende sagt   War dies des Vaters sich'rer Tod      Now, that all silcence was disturbed   The ground, as red as autumn leafs   Father Frost, the last they feel   On these mighty, endless fields      Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra   Dum veneris judicare saeculum per ignem      Hush hush, my child   Mother death is your bride   If you listen her song you will follow   So better beware   Let your senses take care   Your innocent mind will be hallowed      A step in the dark   (Meserere Dominus)   A secret to hide   (Rex tremendae majestatis)   A legend to tell   (Libera eas)   Drowned in the waters of time   (Miserere Dominus)      A secret to hide      He holds   Wisdom of ancient times   A parchment with numbers and rhymes   Fear speaks the spell to survive   The circle of druids - alive!      They all gathered in the night   Within the torches light   As their slumber did awake      So I did wish a thousand times   Mother Death would come to me   In her arms I will entwine   And I'm rising up to thee   Now my child, my time hath come   Mercy - not with those I'll harm   I wrap my fingers round my sword...      ... as their horn sounds the alarm!      Now the winter begins   On this endless fields