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 Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 5:24 pm
Banda: Grave Digger
Album: Knights Of The Cross
Track: 6. Lionheart
Lionheart
Fiery red curls cover his shoulder
He's the ruler, no one is bolder
His steel - blue eyes won't show no fear
Reflecting the suffering of war so clear
A knight, a leader, wearing England's crown
Richard the Lion wants to put the Moslems down
He sets the sail, heading Outremer
Defending the name he bears
A man like a Lion
With a generous heart
For his sAke thousands die
Lionheart - ENGLAND'S PRIDE!!
LIONHEART♫
Almighty king
Freedom yo'll Bring
LIONHEART ♫
Spread your wings
King of the kings
King Philipp at his side and many knights
Overcome the Islam, souls painted white
He executes all prisoners, without regret
Corpses cover the ground as the sun sets
Akkon has fallen into Richard's hands
Still war on his mind, moving to France
In one fatal moment came the end of his quest
Breathing his last with an arrow in his chest
A man like a Lion
With a generous heart
For his sake thousands die
Lionheart - Lionheart - ENGLAND'S PRIDE!!
LIONHEART ♫♫
Almighty king
Freedom you'll Bring
LIONHEART ♫♫
Spread your wings
King of the kings
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 8:35 am
is theeeeee Rimeeee of the Ancient ?????
Gente loca en un estadio- maaaariiiinnnnnnnnnnnnerrrrrrrrrr-
Hear the rime of the ancient mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea.
And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale.
Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobody's been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings.
And the ship sails on, back to the North
Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on.
The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he's done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime.
Sailing on and on and north across the sea
Sailing on and on and north 'til all is calm.
The albatross begins with its vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung.
And the curse goes on and on at sea
And the thirst goes on and on for them and me.
"Day after day, day after day,
we stuck nor breath nor motion
as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and
all the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink."
There calls the mariner
There comes a ship over the line
But how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide.
See...onward she comes
Onward she nears out of the sun
See, she has no crew
She has no life, wait but there's two.
Death and she Life in Death,
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now.
Then...crew one by one
they drop down dead, two hundred men
She...she, Life in Death.
She lets him live, her chosen one.
"One after one by the star dogged moon,
too quick for groan or sigh
each turned his face with a ghastly pang
and cursed me with his eye
four times fifty living men
(and I heard nor sigh nor groan)
with heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
they dropped down one by one."
The curse it lives on in their eyes
The mariner he wished he'd die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he.
And by the light of the moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God's creatures all of them too.
Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the sea
Then down in falls comes the rain.
Hear the groans of the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them spake and they're lifeless in their eyes
And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.
Now the curse is finally lifted
And the mariner sights his home
spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and the mariner's left alone.
And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The pilot's boat, his son and the hermit,
Penance of life will fall onto him.
And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins.
The mariner's bound to tell of his story
To tell this tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made.
And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on.
Rime of the Ancient Mariner- Iron maiden
( un poco larguito no?)
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 3:26 pm
que buena cancion hace mucho que no la escchaba!! wahmbulance
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 5:48 pm
CRECÍ EN LOS OCHENTA - El reno renardo
Quiero comprarme un Delorean
Para viajar años atrás
Cuando las trufas de Sabrina tenían más escaños
Que Alianza Popular
Nos poníamos palotes con la Bombi
Y con Miriam Díaz Aroca
Con mi mano loca hago Zas ¡
Y te pego en toda la boca
Nos jugábamos la vida
Magullándonos los codos y rodillas
En columpios oxidados con aristas
Y en un suelo de gravilla
El Bic naranja escribe fino
El Bic cristal escribe normal
Devora anuncios en tu Telefunken
No hay mando pa cambiar canal
Yo crecí en los 80
Y sobreviví
Haciendo la grulla
De Karate kid
Yo crecí en los 80
Cantando Parchís
Elásticos rojos
Y parches de Kiss
Sin CD ni DVD ni TDT ni yo qué sé
Vuelve a poner el Cinexin
Juega al Simon, o pinta un nardo en el Telesketch
La diversión no tiene fin
Te ponías tocinete devorando
Tigretones y Phoskitos
Caramelos chimos, gusanitos
Peta Zetas y conguitos
Aliñamos la ensalada
Con un buen chorrito de aceite de colza
Nos quedamos medio calvos
De tanto Filvit Champú en nuestra cabeza
Carta de ajuste en UHF
Y en la primera el 1,2,3
Sin la Xbox no tienes más opciones
Que ver a Bigote Mayra Gomez Kemp
Yo crecí en los 80
Y sobreviví
Haciendo la grulla
De Karate kid
Yo crecí en los 80
Cantando Parchís
Elásticos rojos
Y parches de Kiss
Eso dentro de tu culo
No son bolas chinas
Son chinitos de la suerte
Naranjito y su pandilla
No merecen otra cosa que la muerte
M.A Baracus, Murdock, Fenix y Anibal Nunca se rinden
No te quitas del cerebro la canción
We Are The World We Are The Children
Por poco más de 5 duros
Puedes comprarte un Frigopié
Por el poder de Grayskull yo te juro
Que el cubo de Rubik completé
Yo crecí en los 80
Y sobreviví
Haciendo la grulla
De Karate kid
Yo crecí en los 80
Cantando Parchís
Elásticos rojos
Y parches de Kiss
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 3:49 pm
The Thrill Is Gone - BB King [Blues!!] The thrill is gone The thrill is gone away The thrill is gone baby The thrill is gone away You know you done me wrong baby And you'll be sorry someday The thrill is gone It's gone away from me The thrill is gone baby The thrill is gone away from me Although I'll still live on But so lonely I'll be The thrill is gone It's gone away for good Oh, the thrill is gone baby Baby its gone away for good Someday I know I'll be over it all baby Just like I know a man should You know I'm free, free now baby I'm free from your spell I'm free, free now I'm free from your spell And now that it's over All I can do is wish you well
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 8:42 am
Malón.
Nido de almas
Reflejado en la tristeza de la infancia
moría un sueño en cada aventura
mezclado entre inocencia y llanto
creció consumido en su existencia
De grande buscó la respuesta
al saberlo su pecho quedó helado
su sueño falleció a su costado
el orgullo creció a lo más alto
Y al recorrer el solitario suelo
entre cenizas de campos de batalla
encontró flores forjadas por el viento
nacidas en un negro nido de almas,
negro nido de almas.
Intima herencia inmortal
el ejemplo ungido en dolor
heróico caído en tierra
por la patria que tanto amo.
Quizás tal vez el olor sea a ceniza
despedido de una cruz que se lamenta
por doliente al haber sido clavada
en la tierra de una guerra sangrienta
guerra sangrienta
Fue su alma causa del servicio
emancipado hasta su propio orgullo
desenvaina del honor su sacrificio
y en su voz pide a Dios santo descanso.
Y al recorrer el solitario suelo
entre cenizas de campos de batalla
encontró flores forjadas por el viento
nacidas en un negro nido de almas,
negro nido de almas.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 4:24 pm
I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.
Tengo un tema lindo que postear... You Spin Me Round - Dead Or AliveYeah I, I got to know your name Well and I, could trace your private number baby All I know is that to me You look like you're lots of fun Open up your lovin' arms I want some Well I...I set my sights on you (and no one else will do) And I, I've got to have my way now, baby (and no one else will do) And I, I've got to have my way now, baby All I know is that to me You look like you're havin' fun Open up your lovin' arms Watch out, here I come You spin me right round, baby right round like a record, baby Right round round round You spin me right round, baby Right round like a record, baby Right round round round I, I got be your friend now, baby And I would like to move in Just a little bit closer (little bit closer) All I know is that to me You look like you're lots of fun Open up your lovin' arms Watch out, here I come You spin me right round, baby right round like a record, baby Right round round round You spin me right round, baby Right round like a record, baby Right round round round I want your love I want your love All I know is that to me You look like you're lots of fun Open up your lovin' arms Watch out, here I come... Sí, me gusta. Y qué?! stare
How sweet life could be, if I coluld be free from the Sinner in Me.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 5:04 pm
ta bueno el tema xd J. hendrix - Purple HazePurple haze all in my brain Lately things just dont seem the same Actin funny, but I dont know why scuse me while I kiss the sky Purple haze all around Dont know if Im comin up or down Am I happy or in misery? What ever it is, that girl put a spell on me Help me Help me Oh, no, no Hammerin Talkin bout heart n...s-soul Im talkin about hard stuff If everbodys still around, fluff and ease, if So far out my mind Somethings happening, somethings happening Ooo, ahhh Ooo, ahhh, Ooo, ahhh Ooo, ahhh, yeah! Purple haze all in my eyes, uhh Dont know if its day or night You got me blowin, blowin my mind Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time? Ooo Help me Ahh, yea-yeah, purple haze, yeah Oh, no, oh Oh, help me Purple haze, tell me, baby, tell me I cant go on like this Purple haze Youre makin me blow my mind...mama Purple haze, n-no, nooo Purple haze, no, its painful, baby era un groso le nero 3nodding jaja
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 9:24 am
una banda desquiciada para desquiciados
Gamma Ray - Heavy Metal Mania
Inside the power cage, I can feel the music of my age
It`s paranoid first degree, It`s telling me that I`m not free
Chorus:
I`ve got Heavy Metal Music in my blood,
And I`d like to get it to you if I could.
As I lie here in the fright of darkness, the wings of light remove the
veil
It`s Heavy, Heavy, Heavy, Heavy, Heavy Metal Mania all the way.
Rock and Roll was far too slow, and so the adrenaline just doesn`t flow
Where is the power, where is the glory, Heavy Metal is my story.
I`ve got Heavy Metal Music in my blood,
And I`d like to get it to you if I could.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 7:11 am
Aguante Gamma Ray y Future World.
Pero ahora.
Solo violento de Bata....
Painkiller
Faster than a bullet
Terrifying scream
Enraged and full of anger
He's half man and half machine
Rides the Metal Monster
Breathing smoke and fire
Closing in with vengeance soaring high
He is the Painkiller
This is the Painkiller
Planets devastated
Mankind's on its knees
A saviour comes from out the skies
In answer to their pleas
Through boiling clouds of thunder
Blasting bolts fo steel
Evils going under deadly wheels
He is the Painkiller
This is the Painkiller
Faster than a lazer bullet
Louder than an atom bomb
Chromium plated boiling metal
Brighter than a thousand suns
Flying high on rapture
Stronger free and brave
Nevermore encaptured
They've been brought back from the grave
With mankind ressurrected
Forever to survive
Returns from Armageddon to the skies
He is the Painkiller
This is the Painkiller
Wings of steel Painkiller
Deadly wheels Painkiller
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 9:07 am
Yeah! uno de los temas mas legendarios de la mítica banda judas priest Pero ahora un tema para los viciosos Level Tauren Chieftain-I Am Murloc From the coast of Westfall To Black Fathom Deeps Silent I'll hunt you Silent I will creep Gliding through the depths Gliding to your death Upon the shore I rise Hold my flippers to the skies I am more than a fish I am more than a man Death will rise from the tide I am Murloc! I am king of the sea But I'm not Aquaman Death will rise Hear our cry RwlRwlRwlRwl I am Murloc! Hunter of the tides I will end your life Mourn your fallen brave Sleep in a sunken grave Feel the deadly fin My nets drag you in Bloodstained sand and gore All that's left upon the shore RwlRwlRwlRwl RwlRwlRwlRwl I am more than a fish I am more than a man Death will rise from the tide I am Murloc! I am king of the sea But I'm not Aquaman Death will rise Hear our cry RwlRwlRwlRwl RwlRwlRwlRwl I am Murloc! Empty eyes never blinking Armored scales but never sinking Puddle jumper, the Coastal Runner Call me the Tide Hunter Raise your flippers to the sky! RwlRwlRwlRwl RwlRwlRwlRwl I am more than a fish I am more than a man Death will rise from the tide RwlRwlRwlRwl I am Murloc! I am king of the sea Not a queen like Aquaman Death will rise Hear our cry RwlRwlRwlRwl I am Murloc! I am death i am a murloc
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 4:55 pm
I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.
Ja! Qué grande Level 80 Elite Tauren Chieftain... xp Me gusta mucho PJ Harvey. También me gusta cómo canta. xD Me gusta esa psicodelia que tienen sus canciones... En fín, me encanta PJ Harvey. =) Big Exit - PJ HarveyLook out ahead, I see danger come. I want a pistol, I want a gun. I'm scared baby, I wanna run. This world's crazy, give me the gun... Baby, baby, ain't it true; I'm immortal, when I'm with you... But I want a pistol, In my hand; I wanna go to, a different land... I met a man. He told me straight: "You gotta leave, it's getting late." Too many cops, too many guns. All trying to do something no-one else has done... Baby, baby, ain't it true. I'm immortal, when I'm with you... But I want a pistol, in my hand... I wanna go to, a different land... Sometimes it rains so hard, and I feel the hurt, In my heart... Feels like the end of the world.... I see the children... Sharp as knives... I see the children... Dead and alives... So beautiful people... So beautiful girls... I just feel like, it's the end of the world... I walk on concrete, I walk on sand, but I can't find, a safe place to stand... I'm scared baby, I wanna run, this world's crazy, gimme the gun... Baby, baby, ain't it true... I'm immortal, when I'm with you... But I want a pistol, in my hand... I wanna go to, a different land...
How sweet life could be, if I coluld be free from the Sinner in Me.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 5:45 am
ahí va un clásicox que nunca escuche en vivo...nadie lo toca=(
Antes que los viejos reyes
V8.
Seres dañados sujetos al mal,
mutilaron a quien quiso amar,
cambiar, renovar o tan solo reir.
Con falsas historias, quisieron callar
las almas que en la inmensidad del mar
ahogaron el grito que desvaneció su vivir.
Rompe tus horas pensando, antes que los viejos reyes
entonen un falso himno de amor,
y su resplandor queme almas inocentes.
Sé un ejemplo de tu pensar.
Brinda tu tiempo a quienes vendrán
pues alta es la torre a destruir.
Y con la base de dar y querer
será mas facil comprender,
la forma de zafar del fin.
Rompe tus horas pensando, antes que los viejos reyes
entonen un falso himno de amor,
y su resplandor queme almas inocentes.
No meditamos la eternidad
pues la ocultan nuestros sueños
Quienes quemaron la identidad
de nuestras almas, con su fuego.
Rompe tus horas pensando, antes que los viejos reyes
entonen un falso himno de amor,
y su resplandor queme almas inocentes.
me gusta mas el cover que hace Imperio en un cd tributo que el original
me gusto la versión power metal :p
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 10:45 am
Banda:Rhapsody of fire
Tema: Rage Of The Winter
Cold is the winter snow falls down
mystical lights dance in the sky to the winds of night
Spell of the nature fill all my soul
kiss with your wonderful song my land with love
Rage of the winter mould the horizon
cover the mountains forest and lakes
Rage of the winter magical wonder
enchanted fury majestic force
There are no words to describe the poetry of landscape
I can receive all the magic that my season gives
Tears of winter falling on me freezing my dark side
my heart must be wide fair full light eyes
Rage of the winter mould the horizon
cover the mountains forest and lakes
Rage of the winter magical wonder
enchanted fury majestic force
Cold is the winter snow falls down
mystical lights dance in the sky to the winds of night
Spell of the nature cross my heart fill all my soul
kiss with your wonderful song my land with love
Rage of the winter mould the horizon
cover the mountains forest and lakes
Rage of the winter magical wonder
enchanted fury majestic force
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 4:35 pm
I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.
Una de las mejores canciones de Rancid, con un solo de bajo que RULEA... Maxwell Murder - RancidMaxwell can't tell he's in hell, he just wants you to visit him there. Same old game that he's playin' his rules are never fair... Nobody want to look back everybody wanna get high tonight before they run outta time, where's the fell on the chargible fell on the name of the crook who committed the crime... Dial 999 if you really want the truth, dial 999 if you can't see it through. He ain't Jack the Ripper he's your ordinary crook, calling Maxwell murder for you... Maxwell got a hand in his plan, he knows who you are in this plan. Chop the rock before you bought it, sick Maxwell knows you got it... Nnobody want to look back everybody wanna get high tonight, before they run outta time where's the fell on the chargible, fell on the name of the crook who committed the crime... Dial 999 if you really want the truth, dial 999 if you can't see it through. He ain't Jack the Ripper he's your ordinary crook, calling Maxwell murder for you... Dial 999 if you really want the truth, dial 999 if you can't see it through. He ain't Jack the Ripper he's your ordinary crook, calling Maxwell murder for you...
How sweet life could be, if I coluld be free from the Sinner in Me.
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