Funeral (Folkien part II)
in the ancient forest a funeral...
king and lord, fell into oblivion
he fell asleep...
and when they burred him, there was no thunder in the sky
his people didn't mourn him, there were no tears, horns never played
only few old men, were humming mysterious melody, when wooden stake
got consumed by flames, his ashes were buried in silence...
at the grave you can see, only one human shape, a person that suddenly
interrupts silent peace of this night, screaming: forgive me, father!
from this day my name is folkien!
Funeral (Folkien parte II)
En el antiguo bosque un funeral...
rey y señor, cayeron en el olvido
él se durmió...
y cuando lo enterraron, no hubo truenos en el cielo
su gente no lo lloró, no hubo lágrimas, nunca sonaron cuernos
solo unos pocos ancianos, tarareaban una melodía misteriosa, cuando la estaca de madera
se consumió en llamas, sus cenizas fueron enterradas en silencio...
en la tumba solo se puede ver una figura humana, una persona que de repente
interrumpe la paz silenciosa de esta noche, gritando: ¡perdóname, padre!
desde este día mi nombre es Folkien!