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    Medioeval Metal

    Ciao a tutti,
    domani in unica data italiana si esibiranno a Milano gli Haggard.
    Unici nel loro genere, appartengono ad un ramo più "leggero" del metal. Tale sezione viene denominata Medioeval metal anche se per le tematiche fantasy è da collegarsi alla corrente power.
    Gli Haggard uniscono gli strumenti tipici del metal quale chitarre elettriche e bassi a strumenti classici quali archi e fiati.
    Il gruppo è composto da 16 elementi ( un bel gruppetto, eh??)
    E domani per il mio 24esimo compleanno mi regalerò una serata insieme a loro..
    La domanda sorge spontanea: Tra di noi ci sono amanti di questo genere?

    dafne


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    :sbav:

    Carina la musica...

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    Per aspera ad astra

    "An old dungeon hidden from all the light
    Thirteen candles enlighten the dark
    Shadows are playing their games on the wall
    And a shimmering glow fills the arch

    Now, as night steps as side, and a new dawn will break
    Silently a new age of science awakes

    Old theory that has been wrong
    Power of the universe
    Will take me to the place where I belong

    Through the clauds of lies and fear
    In silent moments it comes near:

    In my deepest hour of darkness
    They will shine.
    (feel my scorn)
    endlessly.
    (The sword that killed the unicorn)
    Splenderanno . per aspera ad astra

    His theories and knowledge
    Mean danger in these times
    And those accused of heresy
    Will not longer be alive
    Hide, hide your secrets well
    For in your darkest hour you should dwell

    (Adesso sono qui.)
    An old table covered with parchments and rolls
    The great one has children of four
    Callisto, Europa, Ganymed e Io
    The bright universe to adore

    Old theory that has been wrong
    Power of the universe
    Will take me to the place where I belong

    Through the clauds of lies and fear
    In silent moments it comes near:

    In my deepest hour of darkness
    They will shine.
    (feel my scorn)
    endlessly.
    (The sword that killed the unicorn)
    Splenderanno . per aspera ad astra"

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    The Final Victory

    "We are writing the year 1543 AD, the time the black plaque struck
    Agen, here Michael Nostradamus lived with his wife and two children.
    He confidently began to treat his felow citizens, but - unfortunately - was
    not able to save his family from his old enemy...

    The final victory
    Has crushed the autumn silence
    The vinal victory
    Has crushed the autumn silence

    Mortius, domine, lux perpetua luceat
    Mortius, domine, lux perpetua luceat
    Mortius, domine

    Viju svet v notschi tumanoi
    Ne prognat mne prisrak strany
    Svet Negasnusei svetschi
    Gorit, Gorit v notschi

    So God has found him weeping
    And wrath flickered deep withing His eyes
    So thy shalt suffer
    As long ago the one's been crucified
    The keeper of the Lord's mark
    Is rising up with this ability
    Heavenly damnation
    So thou shalt trust the seer... "