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Merlín e familia
02:58
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Vellos amigos na selva de Esmelle,
almanaque do mago Merlín
Os leves fíos do Trasmundo,
soño do mago Merlín
Covas plenas de finos tesouros
con mouros e meigas, vivos e mortos
Atopaches nos camiños os sete saberes do mago Merlín?
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Curse of the Werewolf
02:32
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What is happening with my mind
sunk in green glassed horizons?
What if this were the fate
of those born under the full moon?
For I was born of the seed
of church... and lust
Now I see in the open sky
The British flag dripping gore
upon the village of the damned
like a red dust from above
O, Vanessa Redgrave.
will I be your priest?
My life is hexed
on the cross I'll be
Dreams
Ghouls
Visions
Silver through my veins!
Dreams
Ghouls
Wouldn't change my life born under the sign of the full moon!
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3. |
He Lives
04:51
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Assault on the precinct, a ruthless sea of rage
Watching the endless fog and surfing in L.A.
Love that superb long-take, tonight it's Halloween
Hail John Carpenter and Snake Plissken
A satanic and eerie green glow, some colleague of Lo Pan
It's La Fin du Monde! Pain is just delight
Lovecraftian maze of madness, the best I've ever seen
I have to confess something: I never liked The Thing
All night up!
Glorious in VHS!
John Carpenter's legions rise the fuck up!
All night up!
They Live in VHS!
John Carpenter's legions rise the fuck up!
Can you see them crawling?
Can you hear them wailing?
John Carpenter's legions arise
Can you see us crawling?
Can you hear us wailing?
John Carpenter's legions arise
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4. |
Смерть
05:31
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5. |
Seeker, Hunter, Fool
06:13
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Pulveriza el miedo, aniquila el temor
Cercena el tiempo, abrasa el temblor
Funde el saber bajo luz lunar
En la fragua del sol, el canto sin par
En el camino número y piedra
Ante la cuestión, cuchillo o cuerda
El viento trajo ante la cueva
ecos de un furor hijo de otra era
Corona de flores, de mirto y laurel
Tu pecho encendido, oro viejo y miel
Has despertado sin frío ni edad
Por tu boca canta la voz sin final
El río baja hasta el ancho mar
tan fresco y tan puro desde el manantial
Navega el mundo con brío y decisión
siempre hacia el oeste, firme ya el timón
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6. |
The Weaver in the Vault
06:41
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Three henchmen ride through desert plains
and on steep mountains high
They were commanded by the Mirab's king
to bring back the body of King Tnepreez
The wine of Yorgos running down their throats
New moon, a crescent fear
Before the gates of the city in ruins,
the statues of the gods through time and dust
Green was the light with an eerie glow
descending down the stairs
The citadel known by the name of the Dead',
no sign of the monarch
Just empty chambers, only crowns and cloaks
and this wondrous stench
Inside the hall was a vacant throne,
the smile of those lost down the abyss
O, dear grace -the silence of the masters
O, days of joy and thrones gone -the silence of the masters
The earth moved, the walls trembled
a sphere appeared white as snow
O, iron place with taste of anguish
this last wine will be for my brothers
The purple sign of the death-like web
Its waves resounding mighty with a hey-ho
O, mother know, I won't see the sunrise
this globe my scythe, these walls my shroud
Empyrean, land of the greatest wonders,
curse me, here, now, forever,
down in the temple...
So was told the tale by the bard of Auburn
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Ride the serpent, wheel of sun,
beneath a sky of steel
Men of iron with coal black lungs
Grey denim sweat
Hear the trumpets, a new day's birth
on the altar of time
Your hands so proud, your face so tense
fire is the work of the ages
Roses days, wine in the night
Another hero is gone
Your mouth with salt, the weight of guilt
Faces turned to the wall
River runs, spinning gold
higher, higher and higher
Women in line, true as stone
we're the veins in the land
Iron towers grasping clouds,
higher, higher and higher
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No Sanctuary Pamplona, Spain
Weird Something of Mystery and Imagination | Iruñetik itsasgorrietara
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-08/02 · Santander
-09/02 · A Guarda
-10/02 · Pontevedra
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