Arcanum Main Theme | with Quirren’s poem

In the great city of Tarant, A book was left by Quirren Words of this elf, sadly Were only things left of his wisdom. Welcome to the beautifully dark world of Arcanum. Here is the last recording we had the chance to record, before the Covid-19 hit all the concert halls, ever. Follow us and write to us on Facebook: As always, the credits are at the end of the video! Lyrics Hæ farsühl lehi naahanna ta nei, Nahre nahzuhn mari laana lamei A niumahe tlaun na kinna no ræ Eyna linfirl suur ne ana raheni. Su nae ha ru a Su na eha rü ta hel, Nysterial. Suur tunda hente furil taun du fa hun tarnu ta ne yora Neideen se le lainu fen sür taansa siel. Kahen itel korde mi antel Fali an sulrü sonun. Original poem Away from the smoke and the crowd, I soar Troubled by illness and hunger no more Much faster I fly, leaving all this behind I go with a curse, for the faults of mankind. My homeland awaits me, Nysterial. A curse from my lips, as my time here expires My spell isn’t endless, despite my desires As each time small piece of me dies I swear by my fathers, your city will pay The debt grows much larger, with each passing day Additional assets: Photo by Min An from Pexels