Prologoue for R.R.R Songtext
von Turisas

As you sit in your quiet home
Surrounded by peace, comfort and civilization
Do you, listener, remember those memories
Grand and tearful, which still, after hundreds of years
Remain now radiant with the brightness of sunlight
And now darkening, like indelible bloodstains
The variegated pages of history
Can your thoughts, torpid with repose
Transport themselves back to the horrors and joys of the past
Not straying indifferently from one thing to another which excites your curiosity
But taking a warm and vital interest, as if you yourself stood in the midst of those struggles
Now long since fought out, bled in them, conquered or fell in them
And felt your heart beat with hope or apprehension according as fortune smiled or betrayed
Standing on the heights of history, looking far around the wild arena of human destiny
Can you transfer yourself into the well of the past? A life physically buried and decayed, but spiritually inmost
Which constitutes the essence and substance of history
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart
Waging all things in the balance of reason?
Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire
With a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful?
Therefore, if you have the capacity to suffer or rejoice with the generation that had been
To hate with them, to love with them, to be transported
To admire, to despise, to curse as they have done, in a word
To live among them with your whole heart and not alone with your cold, reflecting judgement
Then follow me
I will lead you down into the well
My hand is weak and my sketch humble, but your heart will guide you better than I
Upon that I rely, and begin