It's a beautiful folk/black metal music from a great former band Mithotyn...
I like all of their cd's. But this music as something.. different...
I like the lyrics but it's kind of sad... this is my Nightmare...
É uma bonita musica de folk/black metal de uma antiga banda conhecida por Mithotyn...
Eu gosto de todos os cd's deles. Mas esta musica tem algo... diferente...
Eu gosto das liricas mas sao muito tristes.. este é o meu Pesadelo...
http://media.putfile.com/From-the-frozen-Plains
The harsch biting winternight
Embrace everything in this silent land.
A lonely man is wandering through the snow
With a wooden staff in his hand.
Dressed in old torn grey rags
He tries to keep himself warm.
The icy white long beard
Dances in the hard winterstorm.
His hands which once wielded the steel
Can now barely raise his horn.
Patiently he's searching from house to house
For a meal and a roof over his head.
From the frozen plains he comes
On a journey without destination.
Once a hero- now forgotten
On the edge of death by chill and starvation.
From the frozen plains he comes.
And to the frozen plains he goes.
He gained his pride throughout the wars.
Of the knights he was the best.
He risked his life for his king and queen.
Of all the heroes he was the bravest.
From the frozen plains he comes.
And to the frozen plains he goes.
I like all of their cd's. But this music as something.. different...
I like the lyrics but it's kind of sad... this is my Nightmare...
É uma bonita musica de folk/black metal de uma antiga banda conhecida por Mithotyn...
Eu gosto de todos os cd's deles. Mas esta musica tem algo... diferente...
Eu gosto das liricas mas sao muito tristes.. este é o meu Pesadelo...
http://media.putfile.com/From-the-frozen-Plains
The harsch biting winternight
Embrace everything in this silent land.
A lonely man is wandering through the snow
With a wooden staff in his hand.
Dressed in old torn grey rags
He tries to keep himself warm.
The icy white long beard
Dances in the hard winterstorm.
His hands which once wielded the steel
Can now barely raise his horn.
Patiently he's searching from house to house
For a meal and a roof over his head.
From the frozen plains he comes
On a journey without destination.
Once a hero- now forgotten
On the edge of death by chill and starvation.
From the frozen plains he comes.
And to the frozen plains he goes.
He gained his pride throughout the wars.
Of the knights he was the best.
He risked his life for his king and queen.
Of all the heroes he was the bravest.
From the frozen plains he comes.
And to the frozen plains he goes.
Comments
And to the frozen plains he goes."
Tudo se esquece. É verdade raist. É também o meu grande pesadelo "Once a hero- now forgotten". Tb por isso registo tudo. Por isso materializo os momentos, sentimentos e memórias em desenhos. para que me lembrem quem fui, quem sou. o que tive, como tive. Tb para lembrar aos outros.
Eu nunca enterro nada do passado nem do presente Raist, não conscientemente como tu fazes. E como te disse hoje ao telefone, eu sempre te amarei independente mente do que aconteça. Porque eu não me esqueço. Para além de na minha cabeça e coração, tudo ficou registado, tudo o que me deste e continuas a dar dá frutos, materializa-se nos desenhos. A minha mente pode mudar, posso me corromper, posso apodrecer, as minhas memórias podem se contorcer ou mesmo desaparecer. Mas os desenhos que criei são imutáveis. Instantes congelados para sempre. E quando olhar para eles, voltarei a aquele instante. E voltarei a ver te, meu herói. Meu bravo, fiel, honrado defensor. Meu salvador, meu amante, meu companheiro, meu ombro, minha carne, minha alma, minha musa. amo-te. e aqui está registado. amo-te.