The Crown Dreams Us as Storm
Die Geschichte
Fern der Obstgärten gleitet der kleine Sieg des Tals in eine viel größere Geschichte hinüber. Dieses Lied ist eine finstere Vision von Vaelra, der Herrin der Aschenkrone: aus Mondlicht geboren, von den Sternen gewiegt, mit einem Herzen, das nicht mehr schlägt. Könige stürzen, Götter weichen zurück, die Sterne werden zu Asche, und sie schreitet durch die Hallen der Gefallenen, während Raben mit blutroten Augen zusehen. Ist es ein Albtraum, eine Prophezeiung oder der Mythos eines verängstigten Volkes? Das Lied sagt es nicht, und es ist kein verlässlicher Bericht darüber, wer sie ist. Aber es hält einen Spiegel vor. Die Feinde der Krone träumen sie als das Ende der Welt, und die Krone wiederum mag ein unregierbares Volk als einen Sturm träumen, den sie nicht halten kann.
Die Raben tauchen zum ersten Mal im letzten Refrain von „Paths Visible in Rain“ auf: Sollen die Raben kommen und ihren Anspruch abstecken.
Liedtext
Der Liedtext bleibt im gesungenen Englisch.Born of moonlight in a world so bleak Her cradle was the stars, her heart no longer beat The innocent are broken, the fallen in her wake She takes the throne and makes it hers to take
Her power grows, her shadows near Her whispers spoken, filled with fear The fall of kings, their lives undone Upon the throne, the end has begun
With the ravens' wing, they ride into the night The war she calls will bring eternal blight The gods retreat, their heroes fall By the moon and sun, they lose it all
She walks through the halls of the fallen Where light once shone, now darkness calls The stars are ash, the skies turn black She won't miss a single attack
The world is scorched, the gods are slain No one knows what she's to gain The fallen will quake, the gods will kneel But none can stop this burning fear Her wings now rage as the flames arise The ravens watch with blood-red eyes She takes the crown, her heart turns cold The price she pays, a story untold She'll carve the earth, she'll own the skies The world is hers, her throne will rise
The wings unfold, the legions march in line The ravens twist their feathers, marking their design The fall of all, the kingdom's blackened soul The sun is gone, the horizon takes its toll
She walks through the halls of the fallen Where light once shone, now darkness calls The stars are ash, the skies turn black She won't miss a single attack Her wings now rage as the flames arise The ravens watch with blood-red eyes She takes the crown, her heart turns cold The price she pays, a story untold She'll carve the earth, she'll own the skies The world is hers, her throne will rise
The ravens fly as the blood begins to flow The world will fade as the heavy shadows grow With ravens' wings, the silence is filled The end is near, her fate is fulfilled
She humbles before the royals and the men The gods will tremble, their fate is in her hand From chaos, she builds, a world of her own The fallen hear, she's the one they've known
Her wings unfold, the legions march in line The ravens twist their feathers, marking their design The fall of all, the kingdom's blackened soul The sun is gone, the horizon takes its toll
She walks through the halls of the fallen Where light once shone, now darkness calls The stars are ash, the skies turn black She won't miss a single attack Her wings now rage as the flames arise The ravens watch with blood-red eyes She takes the crown, her heart turns cold The price she pays, a story untold