The Gothic Rangers — Hour Of The Banshee tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Hour Of The Banshee", wykonawca: The Gothic Rangers.
Tekst piosenki
Don’t you hear that banshee
Wailing in the clearing
Someone’s gonna die tonight
The moon’s eye is peering
Don’t it give you gooseflesh
Don’t it bring a frightening
What if we should see her
Naked in the lightning
Let’s go running through the wood wind
Running through the night fen
Running as if haints were gaining on our speed
Flying through the briar
With unnatural power
So we don’t miss the hour of the banshee
Cowards are home cowering
Afraid their name is shrieking borne
But I’m in such a frenzy
To see her whirling in the storm
Come on with me if you dare
We can make it ere the morn
Don’t you want to look and stare
At her diaphanous form
Let’s go running through the wood wind
Running through the night fen
Running as if haints were gaining on our speed
Flying through the briar
With unnatural power
So we don’t miss the hour of the banshee
Let’s go running through the wood wind
Running with mortal grins
Running as if hounds of hell were free
Flying through the swamp mire
Through St. Elmo’s green fire
So we ain’t late for the hour of the banshee
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Don ' t you hear that banshee
Zawodzenie na polanie
Someone ' s gonna die tonight
Oko Księżyca patrzy
Don ' t it give you gooseflesh
Don ' t it bring a frightening
A jeśli ją zobaczymy?
Naked in the lightning
* Let ' s go running through the wood wind *
Running through the night fen
Bieganie tak, jakby haints nabierał na nas prędkości.
Flying through the briar
Z nienaturalną mocą
Więc nie przegapimy godziny banshee
Tchórze chowają się w domu
/ Align = "left" /
Ale jestem w takim Szale
Zobaczyć jak wije się w burzy
Come on with me if you dare
Zdążymy do rana.
Nie chcesz patrzeć i gapić się
/ Align = "left" /
* Let ' s go running through the wood wind *
Running through the night fen
Bieganie tak, jakby haints nabierał na nas prędkości.
Flying through the briar
Z nienaturalną mocą
Więc nie przegapimy godziny banshee
* Let ' s go running through the wood wind *
Running with mortal grins
Running like if hounds of hell were free
"Flying through the swamp mire"
Through St. Elmo ' s green fire
Więc nie spóźnimy się na godzinę banshee