ヤン・アッカーマン
流浪の神殿
The lute strings they twang
Jan's fingers dance like wind
Music fills the air.
Strings whisper secrets,
Akkerman's fingers dance past,
Echoes of the soul.
Melodies unfold,
In the heart of darkness,
Light shines through the notes.
Ancient tales retold,
Each chord a fleeting story,
Time suspended here.
Jan's fingers dance like wind
Music fills the air.
Strings whisper secrets,
Akkerman's fingers dance past,
Echoes of the soul.
Melodies unfold,
In the heart of darkness,
Light shines through the notes.
Ancient tales retold,
Each chord a fleeting story,
Time suspended here.