Terrible & Beautiful - An Ariel Song | Warhammer Fantasy | Wood Elves | The Twisted & The Twilight скачать в хорошем качестве

Terrible & Beautiful - An Ariel Song | Warhammer Fantasy | Wood Elves | The Twisted & The Twilight

#warhammer #warhammerfantasy #totalwarwarhammer3 #warhammer3 #elves #woodelves #warhammermusic #aimusic Lyrics: Beneath the moon’s pale argent crown She walks the whispering boughs, A maiden robed in finest silk With stardust on her brows. As soft her step among the leaves, As sweet the forest’s hymn, Yet hearts that dare draw too close Find wonder sharpened grim. Terrible and beautiful, the Queen of silent war, Her wings like painted banners spread, yet stained with ages' gore. Kneel not too near her beauty, nor trust the shining bloom, For in her gaze lie fields of death and roots that drink the doom. O fair as spring’s first trembling rose, As dawn on crystal streams, But she is forged of elder wrath Beyond all mortal dreams. Her voice can bid the thunders wake, Can bid the rivers shatter; Her song can raise the peaceful glade, Or raze lands into tatter. Terrible and beautiful, her grace is warlike art, A mother’s hand so nurturing, a spear thrust through the heart. She guards the green eternal, she guards the ancient throne, And those who trespass on her lands, shall feed the roots below. Her wings unfurl like storm-torn skies, Her stature rears sublime. The moth-queen crowned in sorcery, The daughter of old time. She rises when the warhorns call, When beasts defile the glade; And mercy withers from her face, Of this goddess be afraid. Terrible and beautiful, behold the moonlit flame, Where life and death entwine as one and wear a single name. Her tears fall like the autumn rain; her wrath, the lightning’s cry; She loves as forests love the spring, yet slays as winters die. Weep not for the broken bough, Nor mourn the trampled root. For every drop of crimson spilled The forest takes its rightful due. She is the sap, the vein, the earth; The breath of life and doom. And all who dare her sovereign realm Shall blossom in the gloom. Terrible and beautiful, her war-song shakes the air, The queen of leaf and burning star, of tenderness and snare. Bow low before her majesty, yet tremble as you do— For terrible is her wrath, and her beauty cuts you through.