Gr11
Ritual voodoo drum , dark ambient, tribal chantingLyrics
[ intro ]
There was only a tree,
كانت هُناكَ شَجَرَةٌ فَقَطْ،
and there were no houses, nor a door.
ولَمْ يَكُنْ هُناكَ بُيُوتٌ، وَلَا بَابٌ.
[ Quattro]
He was terrified, like an animal's fear.
كانَ فَزَعًا، كَفَزَعِ الحَيَوَانِ.
There was nothing
لَمْ يَكُنْ هُناكَ
but cruelty,
سِوَى القَسْوَةِ
terror, and fear.
وَالفَزَعِ وَالخَوْفِ.
And he asked himself a question,
وَسَأَلَ سُؤَالًا لِلنَّفْسِ:
Who is stronger, him or the lion?
مَنِ الأَقْوَى، هُوَ أَمِ الأَسَدِ؟
And who is this smooth snake,
وَمَنْ هَذِهِ الأَفْعَى النَّاعِمَةُ،
moving slyly
تَسِيرُ بِخُبْثٍ
sneaking in, to snatch the sleeper's soul
وَتَتَسَلَّلُ، لِلنَّائِمِ تَخْطَفُ رُوحَهُ
from inside the dream.
مِنْ دَاخِلِ الحُلْمِ.
And he stared at the bird,
وَشَرَدَ لِلطَّيْرِ،
wondering why it didn't have wings like him
وَلِمَاذَا لَيْسَ لَهُ جَنَاحَانِ مِثْلَهُ
to escape to the sky
لِيَهْرُبَ بِهِمَا إِلَى السَّمَاءِ
and flee from the fear on the ground.
وَيَفِرَّ مِنَ الخَوْفِ بِالأَرْضِ.
He thought of the falcon,
وَفَكَّرَ فِي الصَّقْرِ،
wondering why the falcon flew,
لِمَاذَا طَارَ الصَّقْرُ،
and on a dark, pitch-black night,
وَفِي لَيْلَةٍ حَالِكَةٍ كَاحِلَةٍ،
a light fell to the ground,
سَقَطَ نُورٌ عَلَى الأَرْضِ،
a light like the light of the sky's lamp.
نُورٌ كَنُورِ مِصْبَاحِ السَّمَاءِ.
But he felt it burning,
لَكِنَّهُ شَعَرَ بِأَنَّهُ يَحْتَرِقُ،
and he did not know fire,
وَلَمْ يَكُنْ يَعْرِفُ النَّارَ،
nor the meaning of burning.
وَلَا مَعْنَى الحَرْقِ.
But he said after the "Ah," "Ah."