Nostradameus je jedna z mnoha švédských power metalových skupin. Vznikla roku 1998 v Gothenburgu.
Píseň: The Final Battle
- Interpret:
- Nostradameus
- Album:
- The Prophet Of Evil
[The Prince] Here we are, we stand together, we fight for what is right We’re marching on towards the palace soon it is in sight Does the evil prophet know that we’re coming, will he be prepared to die Has he understood the signs written in the sky The prophet of evil is standing proud and tall until the end of time The prophet of evil, he doesn’t know the time is running out for him I curse his soul What is this, an ambush, it’s a smaller unit enemies It seems to me we are expected, I wonder how he was able to see As we’re marching into the city I see enemy troops on the streets facing me Hundreds of them, thousands of them, behind them I see [The Prince/The People] We still remember how it used to be In this fair land before he came To tear apart, he is to blame [The Prince] We fight, we fight, the sun shines so bright We fight for our brothers and for what is right We fight, we fight, we can see the light Defeating the enemy before the night Our arms are strong, we’re fighting what’s wrong Respect our opponent, we know that he is strong See you, see me, and what we will be Guardians of justice, strong, proud and free Our men are fighting brave in front of me And I don’t believe in what I see The evil forces seem to kneel to me The prophet escapes and now I see Now I understand, they’re in my command Get after the wiz, someone says in my mind I follow him to the palace, my home And suddenly I find myself all alone But then I see up the stairs, there he is I’m grabbing my light-sabre, how can I miss He’s facing the wall and got nowhere to go I look into his eyes, I’m making this slow Now you will pay for what you did you see To my father, to my mother and to me I stab my sabre through his heart But he’s laughing and his clothes just fall apart The prophet of evil is dead and gone, defeated by the son of the crown A prophet of evil he will no longer lead us into misery I cursed his soul