Downfall Of Nur - Umbras De Barbagia [Full Album]

Lyrics to Umbras De Barbagia [Full Album] by Downfall Of Nur

Tracklist: 01. I - Intro [Instrumental] 02. II - The Golden Age Torn by sacred trees placed on the white stone by the oldest man of her people here is were we come to pray the smell of blood and smoke it spreads through the forest a thousand horns sounds in salute to the new king. In the eyes of the druid, a sacred fire burns eternally. He can see inside the woods, the Golden Age over this land. For over a thousand years the Gods had protected us our Mother gave animals with forests and sacred rivers. Ancestral towers beyond the forest, the pillars of (the) Universe the Pantheon of the oldest Gods which now rest in their golden thrones. Threatened by the arrival of the invader more than one thousand sons of Nur gave their lives to defend the great sacred temples that someday will arise in the light of the Gods. 03. III - The Downfall Of Nur From their ancient thrones the oldest Gods are dying, watching their empire in ruins. The sacred bones burn in rivers of dust. Buried in the roots of archaic stones they are prisoners of time. Threats in the west beyond the mountain, the black sunrising. Black clouds announce the storm, the acceptance of another God, the surrender of the biggest hospiton the extinction of the blazing flame. Blood runs from the edge of a wounded land enshrouding all the great monoliths and throwing them into the dust of Earth. The downfall of Nur has reached end. 04. IV - Ashes Towering above the underground rivers the archaic fountain, the place of cult to water, now rest under the rotten trees. Cleansing the roots of the Earth the veins of the oldest goodness, Mother of Nature and Life radiating lines of energy towards the Universe. Ancestral warnings, the black Sun over the dawn hidden behind the fields of ferns the sacred womb. Enslaved by the ancient lineage dead in time. Hidden by modern society ashes is all that remains. 05. V - Umbras De Barbagia Bleak, exiled and forgotten ejected from the existence I refuse to believe all these beliefs I reject all these ideologies. Erased and replaced by the invaders, forgotten, his spirit rests below these stones. Abused more than once in the name of progress, I can feel you cry, dear Motherland. Dear Barbagia, your shadows are still alive in every stone and tree of yours golden memories of archaic ages, golden memories of honour and glory.