A Village Away Lyrics
Long ago a village away there were born two sons,two heirs of the god of war dressed in bearskins.From the age of three, they say, each other they did trainand when their steel did clash thunder could be heard.Long ago a village away there did grow two sons,or were they just two fools born to mock their deaths?Still they hadn't got a wound that would've hurt'd enoughto prevent them from begging such from a foreign blade.Honour always tempts the young blood(plundering across the seas) and battles even more.Into the way of the one rushing to his doomonly another insane dares step.2When the field emits pain and axes fly about,play with death is on the increase.Such a joy for children the dropping of heads isas long as their army cheers.3Yet so often equality becomes inferiority.The course of a story twists at triumphsand fame so easily lets a man forsake his kin.Thus pride, that most insidious illness on all earth,once again has taken its prey.Which one might be the failure, he who left with a loweredshield and sword held high or he who has to dig the graves?Tossed about is the weaker by what force;his home he has left, gained just more will to slay.What a disgrace is such work.
Moonsorrow A Village Away
