Dauði Baldrs (The Death of Baldr) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amYLiQa0YX0"]BURZUM - Dauði Baldrs - YouTube
Summoning - The Blacksmiths of Angband https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Horph8VcVdM"]Summoning - Angbands Schmieden - YouTube Dragonfather Glaurung: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9GEq1FHg-k"]Summoning - Wyrmvater Glaurung - YouTube All atmospheric instrumentals :sifone:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SyAZnfd4L38"]Alle duitsers zijn homo's-Lyrics-Songtekst radio veronica! - YouTube
The irresistible force met the immoveable object.. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVOi5Hdbd7Q"]Jane's Addiction - Irresistible Force - YouTube
Anybody else in their mid 40's think they were a party animal while playing this song back in high school. HAHA. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBShN8qT4lk&feature=share&list=RDru3gH27Fn6E&index=8"](You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party) - YouTube
Haha. BTW I like your instrumental posts, they are cool. I just got through Pm'ing bird_m about a song he posted. I was going to send you a message too along with some other members, about their posts. I'm caught up with things around the house and going back through posts that I made notes on a while back. I'm learning new music genres every day.
A Pink Floyd fan! I saw 2 of your other Pink Floyd posts a little while back. They were one of my favorite groups while I was young, and still are now. Good song.
Something jolly to cheer us up on these cold nights,from a not so ordinary English girl: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tX1DWlKmMoE"]Mint Royale with Lauren Laverne - Don't Falter - YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aq7TNv7Pbm8"]Tchaikovsky - The Seasons - October ("Autumn Song") - YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-dxk5vMPgI"]Falkenbach - Asum Ok Alfum Naer... - YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1Mxhul8X_g"]Dimmu Borgir - Stormblast (Old Version) - YouTube Gjennom tideløse mørke drømmer. I fuktig høstvind over landstrakte vidder Mot Sorias fjellheim Kommer jeg, en fandens ridder Glatt er runen på det høye fjell Gnidd vekk av regn og vind Dragende kraft av ondskap lurer Her ved trollheims muldne grind Fortumlet av dette mørke byggverk Med røvet gull fra lysets pakt Brukt som spott til å senke Deres murer Vi grunder over dette riket Så vakkert fylt med tideløs skumring Som en stjerne i tomsindighetens juv Det bringer frem en nattlig mimring Over tanker fra en vissen tid Drott til himmel er det reist Av tidens endeløse svarte minner Stormblåst ut av det sorte indre Har bergflint rullet fra mo til kneist Undring og angst samler seg i natten I mørket som ruver om spiret For ingen dag kan veien hit Intet lys kan luske frem Der sorg har beseiret alle gleder Og bygd et land på menneskets jord Fylt med isklad prakt og heder [rough english translation - Storm Blown] Through timeless, decayed dreams In a moist autumn wind over deserted plains Against Sorias mountains I come, a demonic knight Smooth is the rune on the high mountain Washed away by rain and winds Enchanting force of evil lurks Here at Trollhome's moudly gate Perplexed by the dark building Made of stolen gold from the pact of light Used as mockery to make their walls fall We ponder over this kingdom So beautiful, filled with timeless dusk As a star in the gorge of emptiness Brings forth a nightly wondering Over thoughts from a long gone time Straight to the sky it is erected From the endless black memories of time Storm blown out of the black inner Has rock rolled from heath to bottom Wondering and anxiety gather in the night In the darkness looming about the spire For no day knows the way here No light can sneak in Where sorrow has conquered all joy And built a land on human's earth Filled with ice-cold splendor and glory
[Villeman Og Magnhild] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s-5Qw8T4UqQ"]Storm - Villemann - YouTube Villemann gjekk seg te storan å Hei fagraste lindelauvi alle Der han ville gullharpa slå For de runerne de lyster han å vinne Villemann gjenge for straumen å stå Hei fagraste lindelauvi alle Mesterleg kunne han gullharpa slå For de runerne de lyster han å vinne Han leika med lente, han leika med list Hei fagraste lindelauvi alle Og fugelen tagna på grønande kvist For de runerne de lyster han å vinne Han leika med lente, han leika med gny Hei fagraste lindelauvi alle Han leika Magnhild av Nykkens arm For de runerne de lyster han å vinne Men då steig trolli upp or djupaste sjø Hei fagraste lindelauvi alle Det gjalla i berg og det runga i sky For de runerne de lyster han å vinne Då slo han si harpe til bonns i sin harm Hei fagraste lindelauvi alle Og utvinner krafti av trollenes arm For de runerne de lyster han å vinne English translation: Villeman went to the river To the most beautiful of all the lime trees There he wanted to play the golden harp For the runes promised him luck Villeman went to stand over the stream To the most beautiful of all the lime trees He could play the harp so skillfully For the runes promised him luck He played it tenderly, he played it smartly To the most beautiful of all the lime trees The birds went quiet in the trees For the runes promised him luck He played it softly, he played it loud To the most beautiful of all the lime trees He played to release Magnhild from the arms of Nykken For the runes promised him luck Then the troll rose from the depth of the sea To the most beautiful of all the lime trees Mountains rumbled, and the clouds thundered For the runes promised him luck Then he hit the harp with all his fury To the most beautiful of all the lime trees And so took the strength and power from the troll's arms For the runes promised him luck
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0968f0VWvd8"]ZZ Top - My Head's In Mississippi (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) - YouTube
Fjällstorm Av nordlig prägel först höres viska Den arga vind som fimbultrakter skola piska I kulet väder Den härdar dem som pinad ödemark beträder Dess karga klagan så ödesdiger Nu likt ett härskri emot himlabågen stiger Dess grymma iver En höstlig årstidssång som tystnaden fördriver Dess makt nu stegras, de veka fasar Inför den stormblåst som i luftfärder rasar Nu sorg befaras Inunder olycksmoln där död skall vederfaras De dystra toner som ekar åter Besjungs av fagra stämmor som för vinden gråter Den omlit kväver Då, liikt en vredgad gudom som sitt dödsgarn väver [Refräng:] Ensligt land Vid himlabrynets rand Där tysta furor tyngda står av trolska vemodsband Fjällets gnom Betyngd i ålderdom I bergets valv, vindens alv Rik i fattigdom Det råder vargtid och bråda dagar Ej ens den rovlystne järv i blodtörst jagar För regnets ilar Bland klippors skydd då i blodruset vilar När nordlig fornmakt sig framåt bryter I raseri då ilsket filmbulstormen ryter Den själaprövar Det starka folk som i förgätna marker strövar Den piskar nu fjällets snöklädda rygg Där rimfrostgrå jökultungor består Den isande kraft så vederligt stygg Varslar om vinter dräpande svår [Refräng:] Ensligt land Vid himlabrynets rand Där tysta furor tyngda står av trolska vemodsband Fjällets gnom Betyngd i ålderdom I bergets valv, vindens alv Rik i fattigdom https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mEch5zH_wZM"]Otyg - Fjällstorm (with lyrics) - YouTube rough English translation: Mountain Storm Of northern nature was first heard wisper The angry wind which shall whip lands of the bitter winter In bleak weather It hardens those who tread tormented wilderness Its barren wailing so fateful Which like a warcry rises towards the sky Its cruel zest An autumnal season-song which drives away the silence Its power now raises, the weak dreads Before the storm wind which rages in air journeys Now sorrow is feared Below clouds of misfortune where death shall befall The gloomy tones which echoes again Are sung about by fair voices which weeps in the wind It ungently chokes Then, like an angered diety that weaves its death yarn Desolate land At the edge of the sky Where silent pines stand weighted of magical sorrow-bands The gnome of the mountain Weighted in age In the vault of the mountain, the elf of the wind Rich in poverty Wolftime and busy days reigns Not even the prey-lusting wolverine hunts in bloodthirst From the gusts of the rain In shelter of cliffs he then rests in the blood-inebriation When northern ancient power breaks itself forth In rage then the great storm furiously roars It tests the souls of The strong people who wander in forgotten lands It now whips the snowclad ridge of the mountain Where hoarfrost-grey glacier tongues remain The icy power so gruesome Forebodes about a winter killingly hard Desolate land At the edge of the sky Where silent pines stand weighted of magical sorrow-bands The gnome of the mountain Weighted in age In the vault of the mountain, the elf of the wind Rich in poverty