Vineta
A pale face in the mist is singing to me
A melody in the fog
Is it a dreamland I'm entering?
Invisible hands play strange chords
A riddle of light in the stones below
Surrounded by tides of drowned souls
Who never showed humbleness, who never bowed
So the bells call the seabed their home
A vision of warning above the roofs
3 months, 3 weeks and 3 days before doom
A water sprite's words never have been heard
So the maidens flow down to their tomb
"Vineta, Vineta, du rieke Stadt,
Vineta sall unnergahn,
Wieldeß se het väl Böses dahn"
A melody in the fog
Is it a dreamland I'm entering?
Invisible hands play strange chords
A riddle of light in the stones below
Surrounded by tides of drowned souls
Who never showed humbleness, who never bowed
So the bells call the seabed their home
A vision of warning above the roofs
3 months, 3 weeks and 3 days before doom
A water sprite's words never have been heard
So the maidens flow down to their tomb
"Vineta, Vineta, du rieke Stadt,
Vineta sall unnergahn,
Wieldeß se het väl Böses dahn"
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