Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: AbsuНазвание : HallstattДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : black metal thrash metal blackened thrash metal death metal black thrash metal Видео:
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[Lyrical magick: Proscriptor & Equitant, Musick: Shaftiel & Equitant] From an empty house... In take-flight, the grey hawks verged upon a sunless sky Wild, whistling winds carried them sorely, and sailed them bristly in the same shady sky. In take-ground, branded the mark of hall and heave; their martyrs never left 2000 years, 2000 urn-burials, 2000 lies have now been erased. [Chorus:] "We`ll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz! We`ll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls! We`ve whittled the blades of Hallstattian swords!" In order to see such a legacy, fire burned with a past that turned; Anvils were forged at an early stage, molded as cats or iarn-leastair. Ioldanach has spied on this mistery, yet he`s enkindled by the light With hues of argent lightning and ore of purem the salt grants them mastery and might. [Chorus:] "We`ll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz! We`ll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls! We`ve whittled the blades of Hallstattian swords!" [Bridge:] Hallstatt An Salaan An Bas [Troid Warrior:]</i> "I see a battle; I feel the warp-spasm!" [Ioldanach:]</i> The poised warrior yowls with blood about his belt. [Troid Warrior:]</i> "Nothing shall draw my eyes away..." [Ioldanach:]</i> His heart stirs atrociously, now to think. [Troid Warrior:]</i> "I convey the names to the planes of Destiny!" [Ioldanach:]</i> The poised warrior seeks an ancient seat foe the Stone. [Troid Warrior:]</i> "Wild, whistling winds still laugh at my howls!" [Ioldanach:]</i> These acts of tale-telling dilate him to hate. Hallstatt An Salaan An Bas [Pre-Avouchment of Parable:] The young ones of Hallstatt, and the sky Silver-ilked spears have been whetted Vast hilts and sheeny torques of gold; Crafted from vanquished legacies. Hallstatt An Salaan An Bas [Avouchment of Parable:] "Spirit of horsemen and spirit of iron age acclaim The fame for 2000 crypts at Hallstatt!" [Solo(s): Shaftiel] To an empty home. In take-flight, the grey hawks verged upon a sunless sky Wild, whistling winds carried them sorely, and sailed them bristly in the same shady sky. In take-ground, branded the mark of hall and heave; their martyrs never left 2000 years, 2000 urn-burials, 2000 lies have now been erased. "We`ll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz! We`ll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls! We`ve whittled the blades of Hallstattian swords!" | Похожие исполнители:
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