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Titolo: [LUNGO] Blind Guardian - booklet NIME 1/2

THE GNOME
With the darkness came the silence. But silence also bear madness.
Silence surrounds me - deathly silence. Caught in the dungeon of my
darkest thoughts all the gates that lead back to the world of light
are closed to me. All hope of release is behind me, and before me
lies the almost endless eternity of Adra. Separated from my own -
and cast out by them, I wander as an immortal unrecognized among
mortals. Aimlessly like a leaf in the wind. Only the wind knows my
plaint, only the sea understands my pain. They have also turned away
from me and do not reveal themselves to me any longer. I am tired and
old, but I cannot die. The curse which survived the oath lives on
inside me. Beyond the sea means beyond my hope. Like so often my life
of suffering was also caused by a sequence of coincidences. But are
coincidences not the harbingers of fate? Everything is predestined,
and although I am but a piece in the turmoil of history I will have
to suffer forever for things gone by. Yet I merely followed the will
of the One. I destroyed Hope. The ragged creature that stands before
you like a beggar was once noble. The warrior turned into an immortal
old man. Wisdom gave way to madness. The voice I once called my own
was more gentle than a mild wind, more refreshing than the clearest
spring water. But worn out by grief and sorrow it now sounds thin and
hoarse. Soon it will be better to stay silent forever. I have nothing
left. The power of the word was mine. But I remained silent when I
should have spoken, and spoke when I should have remained silent.
Fatal words escaped my mouth, and even then I realized the finality
of my failure - damnation! Familiar constellations begin to disappear.
Even the ocean in the sky seems tired. But the end is still far away
in the distance. And with it deliverance.
DISASTER
The days of exile ended dreadfully and without mercy. Fear pierced
our hearts and brought icy cold. It was night and no star broke
through the cloak of terror. We were surrounded by endless shadows.
Eternal grief was followed by wretched laments from the coasts. But
nobody came to console the grieving. The once wonderful trees stood
weak and dead, extinct forever. The chase for the wrongdoers was lost
in the sand. Despair was born, and with it came suspicion and hate.
In the end it was my kin who were to complete the triumph of the
unholy alliance. I never was to find out what debated in the Council
of the Ring during the hours of disaster, but I believed and trusted
in the words of my father. He was great in all things. Nobody else
was granted such accomplishments. But he loved the product of his own
hands too much. To that end he betrayed himself, his sons and the
light of the world. His heart blazed with a powerful fire. Too great
and too strong, however, was the flame for the body and the soul in
which it burned. Never before had I known fear. This was to change
when the almost impenetrable cloud of pure evil entered our fortress.
So strong was the panic that gripped my brothers and myself that only
escape remained. For one brief moment I was granted a glimpse at that
sinister, almost unfathomable mass. What I saw took my breath away
and taught me how to fear. I was never to forget the cold, insatiable
gaze of the spider woman, filled with evil emptiness, who regarded
the escaping life greedily with her opaque, dead eyes. A tremendous,
hopeless nothingness that changes everything into rigid, ugly
insignificance. Her hairy body had already taken on a gigantic shape,
and next to her even the Dark Ruler seemed small and weak. We
remained in deep despair, deprived of all possessions, far away from
the fortress. Many of us cried bitterly, because a great king had
lost his life. The immortal country had encountered death, and the
gems were lost. With the gems went our hope. The Black Enemy of the
World, as my father called him, he returned home with his booty and
had himself declared King of the World.
THE OATH
A veil of oblivion covers many things, but I clearly recall the day
of the oath. Without a doubt those were Father's words, we thought,
full of glory, wild desire and skillfully declared by him, and they
made us raise our swords in swearin the oath. This should never have
happened. In a fatal way we conjured up doom. Inspired by his burning
words we felt a desire for new lands and cruel revenge. My heart
pounded proudly when the messenger of the Master of the Skies bowed
in a farewell to my father. Three seemed to be nothing to hold us
back. Even the greatest were full of reverence.
THE DEPARTURE
Doomed we departed to suffer agony from that day on. The yearning for
deliverance already stirred, while disaster still loomed far in the
distance. Grief was behind us, but the dark day did not promise good
things. Ignorance marked every step, but our pride made us continue,
inflamed and filled with the words of a lonely man whose soul was
ablaze. Never had it been easy to look into the deep and ugly abyss
of a dear friend's or relative's soul, and to recognize its
devastating consequences. Yet that abyss exists, in every one of us.
No burden is heavier than the awareness that nothing and nobody is
without fail. I fail to understand those who followed my uncle. Oh,
how I hated those among my kin! At last the major part of our people
came together under the Banner of Stars, while only a seemingly small
group followed the banner of the righteous king. I understand why
they went along. Only my eldest brother seemed full of despair about
the continuing dispute in our family. Yet we were the ones who went
away in the first line. Our path was to lead us to unfamiliar,
sinister and inhospitable regions and finally to disaster. Few deeds
spoke of fame and glory, many of sadness and sacrifice.
THE MURDER OF KIN
Red - I close my eyes and see powerful stream of blood that flows
into the clear waters of the ocean to soil it with its innocent red.
I open my eyes and see hands covered in blood: the claws of a beast.
Ugly, clenched up, murderous. In my dreams I walk again with my own
towards the City of Swans. And although I can feel that our next
steps will be fatal, I am unable to alter the course of events.
Everything inside me screams, but I remain silent and follow
unquestioningly... Riders of white crests. Dreamers. Harmless,
modest, peaceful. Nobody love freedom more than they do. Their song
delights the dwellers of the oceans, the music of the oceans delights
the sea elves. But beyond the walls there is a storm brewing. The
harbour lies in darkness. It is still free of blood. Our pleas to
consider my father's claims are refused. Armed and determined we take
what they are not prepared to give us willingly. In our armour we go
for the boats, but the seafaring people throw us into cold waters
dancingly. The flight of my people ends with a fall. The cold of the
sea heats up our souls, our hate seethes. The agony of shame must be
revenged - thousandfold. We draw our swords. The battle begins - no
ordinary battle but the murder of brothers. Brave, but innocent men
face us defenselessly. From their bodies, their still laughing faces,
flows blood. Their laughter turns to surprise, surprise turns to
fear, their fear brings awareness at last.Already we can hear their
mourning. The voice of one is followed by many more. The sea joins in
their cruelly beautiful lament. This sound is to haunt us to the end.
Nothing - no word, no deed, no prayer - can make good the burden that
we take upon ourselves in this hour. Our greed for the boats and the
fulfillment of our dreams takes precedence over our conscience. Cries
for help, cries of agony, cries of death, follow us forever. Again
nobody comes to help the grieving children of the sea. The sea cries.
The word of the Master of the Winds unites the great ones. With
burning fury and with tears that cry out to revenge the injustice
done to their dear friends, they remain in the depths of the oceans.
No deed weighs more heavy.
THE CURSE
Shadowy memories gather menacingly. I pass through the grey wall of
the past yet again to live through all this another time. The lonely
figure that appears to be waiting unmovingly for me and my own seems
real in front of me. With a loud voice the messenger of the Master of
the Skies announces our disastrous fate. Saddened and confused we all
fall silent and listen to Father's wild retorts. Then, as if in a
trance, we move away slowly. Not once di I turn around, but I know
that many embark on their way home full of guilt and humiliation. On
and on we wander along the icy coast. The Ice becomes thicker, our
path more inhospitable. Under deep black skies, surrounded by
unfriendly winds, we yearn for the fulfillment of our dreams. These
thoughts lead us on, they nourish us and warm us. Yet there still is
hope. The finality of the curse seems avoidable. Soon we will destroy
the last bud: Secretly we are moving away from brother and sister.
The boats offer little room, and the passage will be possible only
for our own people. The curse awakens.
BURNING SWANS
Maybe my brother recognizes the shame, but he, too, remains silent.
Our boats dock and we light-footedly leap into the shallow waters.
For the first time we set foot on the soil of our new country. The
swans, the pride of a whole nation, they are already burning. The
sky appears to be bathed in blood, only the stars light up in
shining silver and appear to look on at the doings of their people
without emotion. Now I can see the pain in my brother's eyes. My
laughter joins that of the others, but my heart is crying bitterly.
I begin to understand. On the other side of the ocean, not far away,
yet so distant, our betrayal is acknowledged. Those who have been
left behind embark on a long and arduous journey, and they are
urged on only by one desire: revenge. The curse takes its course.


GRAZIE! TI AMO!!! :))))))
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