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AjánlatA Vonyítók hívása – Menekülés a Horse Hatből
A Horse Hat Akadémia falai között Lucy Howard-Lion csak egy csendes, visszahúzódó lány, akit emlékei elhagytak. De amikor a sötétségből előlép egy vad, mindenki által rettegett fekete fríz, Torró, a jég megtörik. Lucy hegedűszóval szelídíti meg a fenevadat, nem is sejtve, hogy ezzel egy olyan lavinát indít el, ami a világ legveszélyesebb katonai szervezetéhez, a Királyi Hadhoz vezeti vissza.
Ahogy a múlt látomásai és a testén izzó tetoválások életre kelnek, Lucynek rá kell döbbennie: ő nem áldozat, hanem a sakkjátszma legfontosabb bábuja. Miközben egy titokzatos szekta és a Vonyítók lihegnek a nyakában, Lucynek nemcsak a saját életéért, hanem a lovaiért is meg kell küzdenie. Mert a Horse Hat Akadémián a barátság néha halálos, a tanárok pedig maszk mögé rejtik valódi arcukat.
Vajon a zene és a lovak iránti hűség elég lesz a túléléshez, vagy a Főnixnek újra porrá kell égnie, hogy megszülessen belőle a vezérezredes?
Démonnal, a tűzben (Dalszöveg):
Ez egy nap, ami csak az enyém,
Szárnyalni fogok – már ez az enyém?
Ez az idő most nekem kedvez.
Ki is vagy te valójában?
Egy ember a sok közül,
vagy egy angyal a felvilágban?
Kit érdekel? Hisz egy a sorsunk,
pokolba vezet, így mindegy.
Sokan hittek egy ócska dallamnak,
pedig más valaki csak rám várt.
Vár a segítségemre, vár a halálomra.
A szeretet, a boldogság sosem talált rám igazán.
Romok közt lépkedtem, bánatomban merülve.
Elegem van már e világból, csak mennék
már innen el. El innen a messzibe.
Mégis kötődöm ide lent,
pedig oly bánatot kaptam ki,
mibe más összeomolna – de én bírom a nyomás
súlyát. Bírom a fájdalmamat, a szomorúságot.
Nézz csak rám, gúnyolj ki! Úgysem fogsz rám
emlékezni. A halál a jó barátom,
de sokszor ellököt magától.
Tűzvész vesz körül egy régi helyen, egy régi társsal,
ki bömböl dühében, én a tűz parazsába merültem.
Várom a kínt, a halált, mert a fájdalomra
immunis lettem már rég.
Iskolámtól messze, az erdő mélyén,
hol senki sem talál rám,
egy mondat zúgott a fejemben,
miközben a nyakamból ömlő vért próbáltam elállítani:
„Jobb lesz nélküled a világ, hidd el, érted teszem,
boldogabb, biztonságosabb csend lesz.”
Majd elvágta a nyakamat. Csukját visel, kaszát élez,
ezt mondta Cathy is a halálakor a halálnak.
Démon, Cathy fríze velem van a tűzben,
ő tombol helyettem a bennem felgyülemlett bosszúm helyett is.
Sokan hittek egy ócska dallamnak,
pedig más valaki csak rám várt.
Vár a segítségemre, vár a halálomra.
A szeretet, a boldogság sosem talált rám igazán.
Romok közt lépkedtem, bánatomban merülve.
Elegem van már e világból, csak mennék
már innen el. El innen a messzibe.
My Fate (In Memory of Cathy)
Black is the cloud hovering above me,
my heart is so dark compared to yours.
I only opened up to the one who truly cared for me,
I walked among ruins, immersed in my sorrow.
Dark place, mournful city, you were not with me,
you, my faithful friend.
A hundred times I stumbled, you always forgave.
Only I did not.Our shared path was altered by your death,
I remained alone on Earth without you.
Many hurt me, and you were always there:
protecting, shielding, loving me.Do you still remember, before you left me here?
You held my hand, laughing even at the worst of times,
back when the days were not yet so short.
And so dark. The world turns away from me.Everyone let me down, and the system led the line.
It failed hundreds of people,
when it called those terrorists
whom the authorities had abandoned.They did not care about the abusers, so the victims
returned the suffering to their tormentors.
While the guilty should be sitting on death row,
but the law does not put them there, they finished off their abusers themselves.The police are hunting them, while they only
gave back the pain to their attackers.
Funny… because the Host does the same.
Only we have permits and ranks within the system,
and for political reasons, they wouldn't even dare to bring us in.I am alone, and my heart is pounding,
I lost my family long ago in the past,
and my partner too, who kept the hope of life within me.
My dog and my horse have died. I have not a single family member left.
I am an orphan, born to be a lone wolf.It was time to do what had long been needed:
I visited the burial mounds of my loved ones.
Old candle, old life. Old happiness, which is no more today.
On this day, my girlfriend, Cathy, died.My last memory is us arguing
about the fate of the Royal Host. She wanted to disband it, for she feared for her soldiers.
One last word, one last final goodbye –
that was all I had from her.Many believed me to be but a cheap melody.
Black was the cloud hovering above me,
my heart was so dark compared to yours.
I only opened up to the one who truly loved me.
My Last Word
The last shard of hope falls from the sky.
There is no more hope now. My farewell
drifts away with the wind. I too bid you
a sorrowful goodbye. It is time for me to go,
before the empty, silent border swallows me whole.
And so, goodbye: Earth, oh, goodbye, life!
Goodbye, you sublime beings!
Goodbye, Earth, oh, goodbye, life,
you beautiful memories.
Goodbye, Earth, oh, goodbye, life,
Farewell, you majestic country!
What has passed was beautiful.
I’ve remembered it for a lifetime, fear not, my homeland!
What I received from you, my land, will stay with me
forever; moreover, it remains with us
within our story. One day,
we shall meet again in the world beyond.
Spread the news, you sublime beings,
that I shall not forget your deeds!
Though we shall be far from one another, my animals,
I am with you.
If you see me not, hear me not, I am still there.
I have moved into your hearts, and I shall never leave.
When you think that you are all alone,
and a cool wind catches in your fur,
know that it is me!
It is I, stroking you softly...
it is I, ruffling your coat...
it is I, loving you always...
staying with you until the final minute.
You look out the window, barely noticing
the days passing, the years fading. Time rushes on
senselessly. You are unaware. You have entered
the time-capsule of grief, like so many beings.
You didn't even notice the world moves on without you.
But leave a mark nonetheless, perhaps you'll notice them.
The wind, the sun, the trees whisper the passing of time.
Step beyond me, and live your life!
You will not only ease your own burden,
but mine too, I whom you love so much.
If you see me not, hear me not, I was still there,
believe me, and there I shall remain.
And so, goodbye: Earth, oh, goodbye, life!
Goodbye, you faithful animals!
Goodbye, Earth, oh, goodbye, life,
you beings!
Goodbye, Earth, oh, goodbye, life,
Farewell, you majestic Hungary!
The Eastern Border, the Gate of Hell
For years, I have only been fleeing from life.
I flee even from my shadow, so they may never find me.
But that is the past – for centuries, the dark nothingness has been my home.
This is my life, this is my punishment.
A never-resting wakefulness, a struggle for every tomorrow.
What have I committed, that everyone wishes to see me dead?
Every four hundred years I am reborn, and my state only withers.
Wrong place. Wrong time. A hideous punishment.
They say man is of the earthly world – but I know: they are all underworld creatures.
The guardian angels blame me, for their Queen rescued me from death.
This is my sin: the angelic grace.
And my punishers are greedy men, who look only for their gain.
Cruel death, a thousand sufferings.
I have walked through hell, but no one ever comforted me.
Only Death whispered to me: encouraging me, that it would soon be over.
Many believe this place is paradise.
But this is no paradise! This is the Eastern Border.
Here, paradise is a bomb that splits the brick,
bringing tears to your eyes while the walls tremble.
Where the enemy tears you apart and leaves you to your fate,
where the rope cuts into your flesh, and cramps seize your limbs.
There, in the depths, there is no paradise, only the old devil and his glowing irons.
From the dust, a tattered photo flies up now:
Me and my fellow soldiers. Behind us, the shield, the sword, and the Phoenix.
The Royal Host – it was the strongest team in the world,
until they were swallowed by the cruel flames.
I leaned against the crumbling wall.
I knew they were on my trail, yet I no longer cared.
Tears welled in my eyes as I recalled the old, beautiful memories.
Our home. July 28, 1914.
When a bomb fell upon us, burying everything beneath the ruins.
My family perished. Only my faithful animal, the white lion, protected me
from the monsters for two weeks, until I was found.
the images drifted before me like a movie on a slide projector.
But now, I have stood up. Finally, I hide no more.
I will flee no longer.
Finally, I stand up for myself, I fight with my own strength,
until at last I end up in hell.
I am afraid no more, I am able to defend myself,
and I shall soar – freely, like an angel.