The Call of the Mountains & Ambiramus in Russian
Against the waves, with our swords in our hands Against the sea, with our backs to the walls Against distress, in the presence of our enemies Against the storms, roaring at our faces A cry rang out throughout the skies A beckon, the flight of the cranes The call of the mountains The call of the Alps The call home The tune in our hearts The song of the mountains What's that stir, so blatant in our sallying hearts? What's that urge, that lifted up our longing eyes? What's that ring, echoing from the leaden skies? What's that augur, resounding from the lyre's strings? A cry rang on in the sibilant winds A behest, the outcry of the cranes
Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 09, 2025
Somewhere afar A cry rang out Wondrous words echoing In my restless heart A call I heard In three different tongues Of such awing majesty Soft and silently Whispering my name I could not oppose And so I set out into the unknown I spread my arms to fall... Ambiramus Cicinxiet mon textā Cover me in your darkest shelter Ad magos meldíās Ambiteixtū ad tīros íovincon I have lost control And drift afar Into a darkness arcane All that I've known Blurred into a pale And distant memory And so I set out into the unknown I spread my arms to fall... Ambiramus Cicinxiet mon textā Cover me in your darkest shelter Ad magos meldíās Ambiteixtū ad tīros íovincon And I spread my arms to fall... Ambiramus Cicinxiet mon textā Cover me in your darkest shelter Ad magos meldíās Ambiteixtū ad tīros íovincon Ambiramus Cicinxiet mon textā Cover me in your darkest shelter Ad magos meldíās Ambiteixtū ad tīros íovincon
Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 09, 2025