Letra da Música Thief Of The Adour de Luna Field

Sun speaks:
Rape me, my dare-devil blood and don't be afraid to give an old comrade
the rapacity itself as the recent companion on a new way.
But stay away from these most torrent shores and be afraid to fall with your long ago
overflowed comrade into a furious depth of the sea to a recent companion on a new way.

Ocean speaks:
My - lost sun - drowning man - exhaust!

A war mob speaks:
To deprive you means to rob me - oh, how foolish! To keep distance stands for an end:
For the breach between the oldest companion and a new way.
So stay away - my mind for an end - my naive senility.
I will surrender now for the poor sea to destroy the oldest companion and to create a new way.

Way will create above all - way will create for me
Way will create above all - way will create for itself...

Ocean speaks:
Oh, my weary wanderer, my exhausted sun shape - lay down in this deep bed; sleep!
And ocean continues:
I would shade mine from this remote and yet new thing but my only defence must be your death.
So I must carry down whatever has been gnawed through
to help an old companion for a new thing.
Ocean speaks again:
So my - lost son - drowning man - exhaust!

A gust of wind screams:
Shades came and the sun tried to escape from these huge crowds.
But hope was the most foolish and last weakness of a dead companion and a dead way.

A war mob speaks:
I'm the thief of the adour - I'm the thief of the deceased sun!
I'm the thief of the adour - I'm the thief of the drowned sun!