Перевод песни Gothmog – Nostalgia of Heaven

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Silently sitting on the throne of a desert hall
In the middle of a cold kingdom
Desolated, monotonous, in darkness and solitude
Oppressed by boredom he cries
Pride, freedom, knowledge
Courage to face God
Archangels, beautiful, perfect, indoctrinated
Disdain and rancour he deeply feels
Old for ages, confused and tired of his rebellion
Desperation
Solitary in his empty palace
The most beautiful of the fallen angels
Wrapping his vengeance
Conscientously in a routine he hates
But allows him to dissamble his affliction, his ruin
He feels nostalgia of heaven
But everything has got its price
Pride, freedom, knowledge
Courage to face God
Solitary in his empty palace
The most beautiful of the fallen angels
Wrapping his vengeance
Conscientously in a routine he hates
But allows him to dissamble his affliction, his ruin
Solitary in his empty palace
The most beautiful of the fallen angels
Wrapping his vengeance