Quaresmal Tolkien #03


A banda do QT#03 Ai?? Wuthering Heights. Grupo dinamarquA?s que se formou em 1989, chega aqui com mAi??rito, uma vez que, em 1992, trocou o nome da banda para Minas Tirith para gravar um K7 (fita cassete). Antes disso se chamava Angelica e depois, em 1995,Ai??Vergelmir. Em 1999, muda de nome pela quarta vez e fica como estA? atAi?? hoje.

“Wuthering Heights” tambAi??m Ai?? um tAi??tulo muito famoso na literatura mundial traduzido no Brasil como “Morro dos Ventos Uivantes”, mas ao pAi?? da letra seria algo como “Colina dos Vendavais”, algo assim. Apesar de se chamar Morro dos Ventos Uivantes, digo Wuthering Heights, suas letras nA?o fazem alusA?o ao romance de Emily BrontAi??, porAi??m pode-se encontrar com frequA?ncia referA?ncias folclA?ricas e religiosas e elementosAi??da obra de Tolkien.

SugestA?o do Thain [LAi??o Ferrari], a mA?sica escolhida Ai?? Longing For The Woods, uma suAi??te em trA?s partes, as canAi??Ai??es trazem elementos medievais e soa bem Ai??pico,Ai??consegue-se sentir ambientado num conto de Tolkien sem esforAi??o.


Longing For The Woods

Part I – The Wild Children

In their veins still runs the blood of the wild
Deep within their hearts the earliest of songs
In their eyes the light of the first of days
But the road is hidden
And they are so far, so far away

Staring into darkness… Something stirs inside
A longing for something left long ago
Delving into darkness… Cannot stay inside
The moon is young and clear
And the fire is drawing them near

Now the wind calls
A storm from the past
Night falls
And they’re longing for the woods
They gather in the shadows
In their eyes a fire light
Warrioes and maidens fair
Binded by a love implied

Now the wind calls…

In the shade I stand and watch them
Like a scene from an ancient dream
Trying hard to awaken the Gods
In the hour of the fall
But it was long ago and it was far away
Will anyone hear the wild children’s call

Parte II – The Ring Of Fire

In my veins still runs tha blood of the wildAi??
Deep within my heart the earliest of songsAi??
In my eyes the light of the first of daysAi??
But the road is hiddenAi??
And I’m so far, so fara away

Turning another page in the bookAi??
I’m beginning to wonderAi??
Does it get any better or worse that this

Searching for motiver to stop me from screamingAi??
Don’t know when I awokeAi??
Just know I was better off dreaming

I am the WandererAi??
I’ve seen many a shoreAi??
But the road I long the most to goAi??
Is closed for evermore

Now the wind callsAi??
A storm from the pastAi??
Night fallsAi??
And I’m longing for the woods

I believe if I found the lost road backAi??
I would see myself in that ring of fireAi??
Maybe that’s what I fear the mostAi??
For then I am now only a ghost

Now the wind calls…

I left my heart in the woodsAi??
Will it ever be found again

Happy was I then and hopefulAi??
Trusted in the morning lightAi??
Now the sun warms me no longerAi??
Though painfully bright

Roaming am I now and lostAi??
And buried down in the fireAi??
Could it be lit just one more timeAi??
Then let it be my pyre

Now the wind calls…

Parte III – Herne’s Profecy

I met the old man
In the dephts of the woods
He said: I’ll show thee a bit of the future
If perchance thou wilt listen

The wanderer:
“The journey it has been so long
Is it the end that we feel drawing nearer
Though we keep learning more
Nothing sseems to get any clearer”

The hunter:
“Man he must search his heart
Though he will not like waht he findeth
I can tell him no truth
That he doth not already know”

“Turn the ghostship around
Climb back into the cradle
At least to die in dignity
Surrender now or be brought home in chains
The motherspirit will conquer all
With or without thee the kingdom shall fall”

The wanderer:
“Can it be done, can the gods be awoken
Can we rewrite the tale, is the cradle not broken”

The hunter:
“Not all the future is equally clear
If may be the end that you feel drawing near
Search in your hearts
If they still hold the truth
The voice from the past is the future
The longing for the woods”

And the old man, lord of the hunters of old
Disappeared in the depths of the woods
Left me with a strange sensation
That maybe one day
Maybe one day

The wind calls
A storm from the past
Night falls
And we are longing for the woods

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