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Dark Moor
Dark Moor


Background information
Origin Madrid, Spain
Genre(s) Neo-classical Metal
Power Metal
Symphonic metal
Years active 1993—present
Label(s) Scarlet Records
Associated acts Dreamaker
Website Website
Members
Alfred Romero
Enrik Garcia
Mario Garcia
Roberto Cappa



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Dark Moor Album


The Hall of the Olden Dreams (2000)
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The Ceremony

[No lyrics]

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Through the old valley of golden trees
In the land of elves
A young boy hated the line that destiny
Wrote out on his race
He sighed for the fire
He sighed for the wind
And the rain on the face
Far away from kingdom lit by the blaze
Lost in a strange place

Somewhere in dreams there is a way
Vast towers and gardens
Somewhere in dreams there is a bay
Full of fantasy

Dragons in my dreams
Look for the glory
In the time's stream
I just can flee
Dragons in my dreams
Tell us the story
Where the sunset beams
I will be free

And he woke one morning in elves? land
His heart was in chains
And the king of the elves couldn't understand
Believed him insane
But every night his soul wished to race
Through the seven seas
Watching the stars in the deep space
Out of his agony

In the white land of dreams there is a way
High mountain and forests
Words on the wind that sweetly say
Full of fantasy

Dragons in my dreams
Look for the glory
In the time's stream
I just can flee
Dragons in my dreams
Tell us the story
Where the sunset beams
I will be free

. . .


I was born in france, called the "Maid of Orleans"
Led by the voices of the saints
I went to the court dressed in men's clothes
To save my people from the yoke
I was given troops to destroy the english roots
And to crown the dauphin at reims

CHORUS
I'm not a man searching the glory
I'm just the hand chosen to fight
It's a long way to our freedom
I was betrayed. I'm burning at the stake

My own blood sold me in the battlefield
Charles the king made no attemps to save me
I won't be free till the day of my death
The pyre is light. I see the end

CHORUS
I'd rather die than live chained in this cell
I hold to what I have already said
I won't be free till the day of my death
The pyre is light. I see the end

CHORUS

. . .


Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone;
Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone;
Taken by the church, his soul will be slave of God;
In the belfry's beauty is his figure something odd.

We see the hunchback in Notre Dame
Dancing on the tallest towers

Arcades and spires, filling his heart,
Deep like the choir, fine like the art
Is the place my cell, is it?
Is God's home my hell?
Oh, my body prisions my poor soul,
Untill I toll!

CHORUS
I am grim, full of gloom
In my dim gothic tomb
But the bells in my heart chime for ever
With the ding that belongs
To the king of their songs
I'm the sound of Notre Dame

In the wheel of life he is a horror for the crowd,
When will be the time he'll see the sun between the clouds?
Looking at the bells he think about his tragic fate
Wants to be a rock or metal like his soulless mates

We hear the hunchback in Notre Dame
Crying on the tallest towers

Gargoyles and columns, his relity;
Chants wich are solemn, his agony
Is the place my cell, is it?
Is God's home my hell?
Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul
Until I toll!

CHORUS

. . .


Along the river of fantasy we'll get to a place
Which they want to see. Across the valley of illusion
We'll have to climb the mountains of confusion
And change all the sings without breaking our union

The legend tells me that in this place
The ones who immerse in the Lake
Immortality will find. Never ever die

Run across the seas, find the brightness in the mist
Following the lane, you will reach the silver lake

CHORUS
Our journey is hard and the lake is far
We will never fall, in the strength we hold
-bis-

Maybe we'll never dream in this endless time
You will never win if for your goals you don't fight
Although we're lost in the forest of sorrow
We'll try hard to cross the dry dune of the death

The legend tells me that in this place
The ones who immerse in the lake
immortality will find. Never ever die

Run across the seas, find the brightness in the mist
Following the lane, you will reach the silver lake

CHORUS
Our journey is hard and the lake is far
We will never fall, in the strength we hold
-bis-

. . .


Play the drums of heaven, flee from here to a remote land
The scourge of your people threatens to destroy the man
When the swords plunge into your souls, you will rest in peace
Now I want to pass my sentence on your Holy Priest

Save you from evil purify your hearts
It is high time you start to depart

CHORUS
Oh lord! Nobody is blameless, thy will be done
My god! Nobody is safe from the rage of your son
Your wounds are bleeding for the unspeakable sins
How long have you been keeping the Holy Keys?

The light of the sun is suddenly ebbing away
The earth will be embraced by the flames in this day
Even the most gallant of my heirs among the men
Will be terrified of the beginning of the end

CHORUS
Oh lord! Nobody is blameless, thy will be done
My god! Nobady is safe from the rage of your son
Your wounds are bleeding for the unspeakable sins
How long are you praying for me?

You will know that it's me when I turn my back on you
I will put the bodys of your sons inside their tombs
I will throw your rotten bones into a sea of lies
My black soul will be your curse for the rest of the lives

CHORUS
Oh lord! Nobody is blameless, thy will be done
My god! Nobody is safe from the rage of your son
Your wounds are bleeding for the unspeakable sins
How long have your been keeping the Holy Keys?

. . .


Lowering clouds in the sky aglow
Darken my shield of victory
Is my fate doomed to hell on earth?

A shift in the wind guides me to to home
I stare in the mirror now
Who is that under my bloody mail?

I bury my lance and I kneel on this field
I rend the air with my old sword
I commend my soul to God

I?m fatally hurt but not by a knight
When I hear the sound of the blade
I recall all the blood shed in vain

I bury my lance and I knell on this field
I rend the air with my old sword
I commend my soul...

Wherever I turn my eyes I only see the lives
I shattered and they'll never find the path of the sun
Wherever I turn my head I only see the dead
I left behind, they'll never find the path of the sun

. . .


I see the eyes of the darkness, beyond the fire
Where the starts seem to be crying
In this green valley, I let go out my desire
For some peace and quiet I'm dying

My song is strong over the gale
Like a nightfall rending the air

Cloaked in the light of the blaze, I am waiting
For the return of my fate
I never try to find and nothing makes me cry
Where I could spend my life

By the sea, in my sleep, I can breathe the cold wind
And this frozen wind recalls me that I have never dreamed
I still can't awake. There's no sun there's no day
Pierced by the lance of the pain... I'm not afraid!

I feel like a solitary desert swept by the wind
Here, sweet voices whisper me
Everything is still the same in my dreams
I don't want to fall asleep

My song is strong over the gale
Like a nightfall rending the air

Cloaked in the veil of the night, I'm lying
I sense the end in my mind
I never try to find and nothing makes me cry
Where I could spend my life

By the sea, in my sleep, I can breathe the cold wind
And this frozen wind recalls me that I have never dreamed
I still can't awake. There's no sun there's no day
Pierced by the lance of the pain... I'm not afraid!

Cloaked in the light of the blaze, I am waiting
For the return of my fate
I never try to find and nothing makes me cry
Where I could spend my life

By the sea, in my sleep, I can breathe the cold wind
And this frozen wind recalls me that I have never dreamed
I still can't awake. There's no sun there's no day
Pierced by the lance of the pain... I'm not afraid!

. . .


Quest for the eternal fame
Which gets the men immortal
Glory for our names
Gained in the battle by knight that legend will acclaim

We don't mind the sacrifice, it's a low price
For being in the heaven's hall
Just to see the paradise with loving eyes
When death makes its mournful call

Justice we must defend we're the law's lance
Our deeds and virtues hold a beatiful romance
But we can't forget compassion's our end
So we'll have temperance

Quest for the eternal fame
Which gets the men immortal
Glory four our names
Gained in the battle by knight that legend will acclaim

Love must be the guide keeping off pride
Humility leads us
In the quest for our inside as testified
By the angels of light

Honour and honesty fill our heart
In the middle of the battle fear is put apart
With the sound of blades' steel our qualities
Make the war be an art

Quest for the eternal fame
Which gets the men immortal
Glory for our names
Gained in the battle by knight that legend will acclaim

In the autumn's wind
There's a melody
Epic ballads that the bards sing
Rhymes that in the air
Want to manifest with glee
Valor comes from the King of Kings

Sacrifium, Honestas, Compassio,
Virtus, Humilitas, Honor

Justice we must defend we're the law's lance
Our deeds and virtues hold a beatiful romance
But we can't forget compassion's our end
So we'll have temperance

Quest for the eternal fame
Which gets the men inmortal
Glory four our names
Gained in the battle by knight that legend will acclaim

. . .


A unique love rose from a unique hate
Two lovers were caught by their appalling fate
The enmity of their families made
The passion fade and the pain unquell

When dawn came, the city was covered by
A mantle of tragic sighs
The walls of the towers are hard to climb
They're a place of death if you mention who you are

A thin ice covers my soul
My body is frozen and cold
The skies from blue turn to grey
All my desire carries no shame

I'll spread my wings to hold you in my arms
Like daylight chasing the dark
No one can hear me, it's the sound of the night
Tears in my hands. Only loneliness I'll find

A thin ice covers my soul
My body is frozen and cold
The skies from blue turn to grey
All my desire carries no shame

. . .


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