There are four different bands/artists named Lugburz.
1) A Polish Black Metal band formed in 1996
2) A Canadian black metal band
3) An American black metal band
4) A project of Sathorys Elenorth, known form the projects Ordo Funebris, Narsilion and Der Blaue Reiter
Lothlorien
Lugburz Lyrics
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Trees and lakes grow in silence
Between magic and divine light the sing
Beyond the ancient throne
Of nature...
The voices of the forest
Whisper old legends
About the light... the shadow...
The mysteries and the immortality...
The cry of the wind
Can be listened
Far away from it's dwelling
Lost in hands of sadness
Which sprout on it's heart...
Tintilar i eleni
Lassi lantar laurie soerinen
Sindan-riello mornie kaita...
Ananta...
Sinome maruvan tenn' Ambar-metta...
Aiya Earendil elenion ankalima
The lyrics of Lugburz's song Lothlorien paint a picture of a magical, mystical world that lies beyond the realm of dreams. The imagery used is of trees and lakes growing silently, bathed in a divine and magical light that sings. The song takes us beyond the ancient throne of nature, a place that is steeped in legends and mysteries that speak of immortality.
The voices of the forest whisper ancient legends, speaking about the light and the shadow, and about the mysteries of life that lead to immortality. The cry of the wind in the forest can be heard, though it seems to be far away. It is overwhelmed by a deep sadness that comes from its very heart. The final stanza, in Elvish, speaks of a star that shines brightly in the darkness of the night, the light of Earendil, that guides the way.
Overall, the lyrics of Lothlorien speak of a world that is beyond our own, and that is filled with magic, mystery, and the promise of immortality. It is a place of pure beauty, where nature reigns eternal, untouched by the troubles and miseries of life.
Line by Line Meaning
Behind the realm of silver dreams
In a place of wonder and imagination, beyond what is real or known
Trees and lakes grow in silence
Nature flourishes with tranquility and calmness
Between magic and divine light the sing
Amidst the mystical and heavenly elements, they chant and hum
Beyond the ancient throne of nature...
Further than the legendary seat of natural power
The voices of the forest whisper old legends
The woodland speaks in hushed tones of stories long since told
About the light... the shadow... the mysteries and the immortality...
Of contrasts, secrets, enigmas and the everlasting
The cry of the wind can be listened
One can hear the lament of the breeze
Far away from its dwelling
Far from where it belongs
Lost in hands of sadness which sprout on it's heart...
Enveloped by sorrow that stems from within
Tintilar i eleni
Sparkling stars
Lassi lantar laurie soerinen
Leaves fall gently as they sing
Sindan-riello mornie kaita... Ananta...
The grey twilight is fading... Forever...
Sinome maruvan tenn' Ambar-metta...
I have come here from afar to the land of the glittering trees
Aiya Earendil elenion ankalima
Hail Earendil brightest of the stars
Contributed by Mila G. Suggest a correction in the comments below.