Miseration — Stepping Stone Agenda tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Stepping Stone Agenda", wykonawca: Miseration.
Tekst piosenki
Heretics pushed and shoved
Through the streets
Hunted, hated and then slain
The blasphemy of politics
Below the throne
Until there would be No scapegoat left
That wicked November
O winters gloom
Tuned from grey to red
By dying birthrights — a king
On the horizon shadows move
Jus canonicum
By religion summoned
Jus canonicum
For silver and pride
Jus canonicum — jus canonicum
Hails unto the new king
Born to the ending of others
And that spiteful past
Pointed to who were next to die
Hails unto the new king
Born to the ending of others
And that spiteful past
Pointed to who were next to die
That wicked November
O winters gloom
Tuned from grey to red
By dying birthrights — a king
On the horizon shadows move
And the rightful had their way
On the drawing board of my deeds
Will they ever forget centuries ago
I must not let you know
(…Stepping… Stone… Stepping…)
In damp air of cellars deep
Where feuds and scorn gave no sleep
For a royal crown, in hunger
Under man-made law enslaved
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Heretycy popychani i popychani
Through the streets
Ścigani, znienawidzeni, a potem zabijani
Bluźnierstwo polityki
Below the throne
/ Align = "left" /
That wicked November
O winters gloom
/ Align = "left" /
By dying birthrights-a king
Na horyzoncie poruszają się cienie
Jus canonicum
Ze względu na religię
Jus canonicum
For silver and pride
Jus canonicum — jus canonicum
Powitanie nowego króla
Born to the end of others
And that spiteful past
/ Align = "left" /
Powitanie nowego króla
Born to the end of others
And that spiteful past
/ Align = "left" /
That wicked November
O winters gloom
/ Align = "left" /
By dying birthrights-a king
Na horyzoncie poruszają się cienie
A prawowity miał swoją drogę
On the drawing board of my deeds
Czy kiedykolwiek zapomną wieki temu
I must not let you know
(...Stepping ... Stone ... Stepping…)
W humid powietrze Piwnica głęboki
Gdzie waśnie i pogarda nie dawały snu
Na koronę królewską, w głodzie
Pod prawem człowieka zniewolony