Des Sängers Fluch [English translation]

Dark times, the land enslaved

people banned to serve

no bird, no laughter in the fields

the days so dark, the nights so cold

And so the years went by

went down - witout sense

heavy pages in the book of history

tell 'till today of the bard's curse

"Show me to play, teach me your art"

once spoke a boy deep from the heart

the old one with a harp, the boy with his voice

played the songs with rich sound

And so the songs went by

a feeling - so unknown

but heavy pages in the book of history

tell 'till today of the bard's curse

And then it was up to play in front of a frozen throne

death was punishment, live was fee

"Play! you both, but play good,

otherwise I make my own pleasure and spill your blood."

He played the haph as good as never before

voices gathered to a rich song

it sounded their both singing

and every mind was cought

And then they played in front of a frozen throne

death would be punishment, live would be fee

but heavy are pages in the book of history

and heavyly they bear the bard's curse

Full of wrath the steel comes down

kills the boy in front of the throne with deep pain

the old one carrys the boy out of the hall

but stays still, turns and shouts:

"Couse you, murder, curse of all bards"

Fall to the ground, drown in your blood!

You name shall be forgotten, you body shall burn to dust,

broken your halls, overrun your land!"

The old man has shouted, everybody had listen

the walls went down, the halls are destroyed

the old name of the throne, no book knows it today

only one thing fills heavy pages: the bard's curse!