[video=youtube;CFBoZ-iO6Ng]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFBoZ-iO6Ng[/video]
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[video=youtube;-5Txb2IBcoE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5Txb2IBcoE[/video]
Recorded it quite a long time ago. Make sure not to miss part at 3:45. It is the best section of this track.
Fog and haze,
Moon shining in the sky.
At the foot of hill
Trail in night is long.
There midnight warrior
Looking for us without sleep,
His role is strange.
Ray of the star,
Frozen ponds.
He well acquainted with beasts
Erasing the borders
Between good and evil,
Ready to know sins and troubles
Rider of the dark.
You know, you can get
Back by the hill
Where the stone and listen
How midnight warrior
One by one
Summons the souls.
This rider is grim and harsh.
To the hills... Where stone... and listen...
Letter in the left hand clamped,
Later he told me away
What heavy burden news he bears.
And in it, thrice cursed letter
Someone's appointed death,
But who will take rider's soul?
Moans this vague soul
The universe, the universe.
It self does not know any birth,
Nor ashes, nor ashes.
Does not know this vague,
Sorrowful soul...
Ray of the star,
Ghastly gardens.
At the foot of the hill
Cries the moon.
There rider tired
Wanders to us without sleep,
His night is full of terrors.
There rider tired
Wanders to us without sleep,
His night is full of terrors.
Fog and haze,
Moon shining in the sky.
At the foot of hill
Trail in night is long.
There midnight warrior
Looking for us without sleep,
His role is strange.
Ray of the star,
Frozen ponds.
He well acquainted with beasts
Erasing the borders
Between good and evil,
Ready to know sins and troubles
Rider of the dark.
You know, you can get
Back by the hill
Where the stone and listen
How midnight warrior
One by one
Summons the souls.
This rider is grim and harsh.
To the hills... Where stone... and listen...
Letter in the left hand clamped,
Later he told me away
What heavy burden news he bears.
And in it, thrice cursed letter
Someone's appointed death,
But who will take rider's soul?
Moans this vague soul
The universe, the universe.
It self does not know any birth,
Nor ashes, nor ashes.
Does not know this vague,
Sorrowful soul...
Ray of the star,
Ghastly gardens.
At the foot of the hill
Cries the moon.
There rider tired
Wanders to us without sleep,
His night is full of terrors.
There rider tired
Wanders to us without sleep,
His night is full of terrors.
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@Валькирия; Beautiful voice, it always strikes me how much emotion Russians can convey in their songs, particularly sadness like in this case, which while I get why you pointed out the strength at 3:45, the whole thing is stunning imo.
I'm sorry to say I can't manage any such quality with my own voice, this is more my singalong speed (join in... you know you want to
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@Sagitarii; Apotheon... thanks for that, first I heard of it, love the art style of it... steam only though? Damn... been a long while since I fired up steam... decisions, decisions...
I'm sorry to say I can't manage any such quality with my own voice, this is more my singalong speed (join in... you know you want to
)@Sagitarii; Apotheon... thanks for that, first I heard of it, love the art style of it... steam only though? Damn... been a long while since I fired up steam... decisions, decisions...
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