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| Turisas - One More(With Lyrics) |
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Gathered round the wooden table
Same tavern as the nights before
I brace myself against the gable
Sunlight pushes its way through the gap in
the door
As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes
I stand up and raise my pint up high
One more for our brothers who fought beside
us
One more and forward again
Once more, we'll fight and conquer
Until we'll meet again
Staring at the stools not taken
I reach for my tankard of ale
The silence remains unbroken
All you hear is a tinkle of mail
As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes
I stand up and raise my pint up high
One more for our brothers...
Like a raging thunderstorm we flew down the
forested hill
Tree-trunks and rocks passing by
The endless ranks stood waiting out in the
open field
My fingers gripped the handle of my sword
With full power we smashed into their lines
The ground shook, swords tasted flesh
Hooves trampling over men screaming for their
lives
The battle raged until both troops were
threshed
Grief no more over friends who died
That day will come to us all
Until then we shall fight with pride
Raise our pints till the dawn
Grief no more over friends who died
That day will come to us all
Side by side we shall ride once more
When the Horn calls for War
Feeling low and heavy hearted
Interrupted by a distant alarm
Seems like the war has started
May it be for our brothers in arms
Once again the golden sunbeam reaches my eyes
I stand up and raise my sword up high
One more for our brothers...
Tags : Turisas onemore one more original lyrics battle metal viking melodic death Rock |
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Affichage : 10384
Durée : 421 s |
| Turisas - Among Ancestors |
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Great song by Turisas.
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Lyrics
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A peaceful grove,
in treetops above the whisper of the wind
It echoes over fields, over endless
wilderness
You close your eyes and there you are
among your ancestors
They greet you,
welcomed to enter the war
for freedom of their heirs
Over the vasted fields, bearing the strongest
shields
Our fathers rode
Through the thickest brakes,
armed with the sharpest stakes
To none they bowed
The Northern blow cuts through your skin
As swells beat your vessel
The open sea surrounding seems dark and cold
You wonder why men around
you sit quiet for themselves
Staring into the darkness...
They know what awaits them there
It is victory, or death
The calm Baltic Sea
reflects the first morning sunbeams
A rosy-fingered dawn over the seas,
an illusion of peace
Straight ahead a palisade steep
The time has come, "Hit the beach!"
Over the vasted fields, bearing the strongest
shields
Our fathers rode
Through the thickest brakes,
armed with the sharpest stakes
To none they bowed
A peaceful grove,
in treetops above the whisper of the wind
It echoes over fields, over endless
wilderness
You close your eyes and there you are
among your ancestors
They greet you welcome to enter the war
for the freedom of their heirs
At last, the moment you've been waiting for
Now it's time to fight or fall
The enemy line getting closer and closer
You distinguish his eye-whites
And pull your sword..."Strike!"
You see your blade cut off his head
Another father ends up dead
No time to think who will miss him at nights
Another slash and someone's husband dies
See the fear in their eyes
"Their lines are scattered, hunt them down!"
None were left alive to tell their wives
Tags : Turisas folk viking metal pwnage Battle Metal Finnish Finland |
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Affichage : 6680
Durée : 317 s |
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