The sacred swans, how proudly they fly –
but with each new heir, they will have to die.
Nightmares have torn his ligt sleep asunder,
nightmares of losing, defeat and surrender,
nightmares of beaks and shimmering feathers,
of beating wings, bright eyes full of fire.
He dreamt about beauty, of swans graceful sight,
that he had to defeat them in a cruel fight.
The sacred swans, how proudly they fly –
but with each new heir, they will have to die.
Now he stands to face his bright-winges opponents.
Now he stands to fight them with only bare hands,
and he knows that all others will watch from afar,
curious, waiting, for seeing him fall.
And he looks at the birds he once held so dear
but what he once loved now he faces with fear.
The sacred swans, how proudly they fly –
but with each new heir, they will have to die.
The swans, he is sure, are aware of their fate,
and he has to strike first, before it’s too late.
In an flash of white feather, beaks, fiery eyes
his nightmares come true, this is war in disguise.
Beaks hacking and tearing his body, his skin
and within pain’s raging, his feelings grow dim.
The sacred swans, how proudly they fly –
but with each new heir, they will have to die.
The blood and the pain, the beaks and the feathers,
his hands tearing silk and meet razor-sharp claws.
His own cruelty blinds him, amadness so sweet
as he breaks feath’ry necks, dying glances he meets.
Feathers, they fall from the grey sky like snow
while rain mingles softly with the blood of his foe.
The sacred swans, how proudly they fly –
but with each new heir, they will have to die.
The swans lie there dying, their silken robes torn
the heir on his knees, wounded, weary and worn.
He’d proved to be worthy of title and crown,
but his feelings, his pity, in swan’s blood have drowned.
Though nearly defeated, this battle is won
while drifting away, he hears the dying swan’s song.
The sacred swans, so proudly once flew,
they are lying dead, but there will be swans new.
The sacred swans, so proudly will fly
and with a new heir, they know they will die.
Text und Melodie: Aryana (Tina Alba)
Wiedergergeben mit freundlicher Genehmigung