Nod-Krai Main Theme (feat. AURORA)
A luna, cara cantica, ne me in atra dedas
Aves, ex urbe aurea, ferte indicia mea
Aves, ferte cantam cara, ut lugeam et fata mala
Num in immudorum terra, clavus ille adhuc claudit pia
Quando tandem carebimus tanta miseria
Quom patria vastata nune iacet sub urticis
Ubi es, benigna domina
Cur non mittis lucem almam tuam
Ecce, terra infelix atra, veritas contra falsa nequit
Luna domina, quo adduces
Pergemus quocumque adduces
Potius nox tegat lumina, quam in falsa luce esse
Carmen triste nos non canimus
Etsi flentes pro nostrorum malo
Sed non lacrima tollit dura
Patria somno non potest reddi
Illa vincta fuit pressa
Tecta aurea voravit flamma
Sed renascetur rursum
Redibit nos larem ducet spe
(Cur) aerumnosae?
(Cui) aerumnosae?
Cur lacrimosae?
Cui lacrimosae?
Luna, claras terras lustra (assurge, o luna, etsi tantum manent dura)
Sicut aves per umbras vola (corda nostra premunt obscura, pudorque manet)
Et unda vasta foeda purga (sed luna ascendet, nec corda peribunt una)
Pro turba fida spem crastinam serva (audies fremitus undae, postea venient gaudia)
A luna nova, surgat luna pura casta
Fugio aerumnam, tecum nulla fleta
Sub luna rursus fiet clara terra
Nod-Krai Main Theme (feat. AURORA)
Oh moon, dear song, take me in your arms
Birds, from the golden city, bring my signs
Birds, bring the sweet song, so I can mourn and curse my fate
Is it in the land of the damned, that nail still holds the holy
When will we finally be free from such misery
When our ravaged homeland lies beneath the nettles
Where are you, kind lady
Why don’t you send your nurturing light
Behold, the wretched land is dark, truth cannot stand against lies
Moon lady, where will you lead us
We’ll go wherever you take us
Better for night to cover the lights than to exist in false light
We don’t sing a sad song
Even if we weep for our troubles
But tears won’t lift the burden
Our homeland can’t be returned from sleep
It was bound and pressed down
Golden roofs were devoured by flames
But it will be reborn again
It will bring us home with hope
(Why) so troubled?
(Who) so troubled?
Why so tearful?
Who so tearful?
Moon, shine on the bright lands (rise, oh moon, even if only the hard times remain)
Like birds, fly through the shadows (our hearts are pressed down, shame still lingers)
And cleanse the vast, foul waves (but the moon will rise, and hearts won’t perish together)
For the faithful crowd, keep hope for tomorrow (you’ll hear the roar of the waves, then joy will come)
Oh new moon, let the pure, chaste moon rise
I flee from sorrow, with you, no tears
Under the moon, the land will shine again