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I don't even know what to say. I think there are no more or less brilliant things at the forefront than in other good genres.
so, maybe the band is just like that) I always feel like it's something very special, "genius," when I listen, even though I don't particularly like it myself.
Abigail Williams - Ascension Sickness These mythologists seem to have set themselves the goal of making each album heavier and heavier, rather than becoming more pop, as is usually the case.
I need to check out their new album! But it seems to me that their first album will be heavier than the second.
Added after 31 seconds Arkona - Nebo Khmuroe, Tuchi Mrachnye
The gloomy family is silent, and the mother weeps bitterly, They carry the newborn child under the fir tree to die, The forest is a dead home for infants: a hungry year has come! But a wolf with silver fangs found me in the forest.
I was raised by a servant in the king's house, He was a skald, he knew much, and taught me everything. I composed verses at feasts for the merry, wicked crowd, My gray friend wandered alone in the mountains, missing me. My faithful friend wandered alone in the mountains, missing me...
When the red Sveig wanted to take me away, like a whirlwind, My wolf carried me into the darkness of the fields, like a swift horse. A merchant took us across the sea to the Varangians for many days We walked, and I, and my brave warrior, along the path of swans.
I was in Adalgjuborg, and young Volgast Poured honey into our cups, he was handsome. Then there was a city on the hills and Askol's home, A Greek monk told me about the Byzantine throne, A Greek monk told me about the Byzantine throne.
The son of a voivode became the father of my two children. On Kupala night, thunder suddenly rumbled among the dense branches, Steppe winds brought misfortune to the Slavic fields! My bright-eyed warrior sleeps, a barrow hides him. My bright-eyed warrior sleeps... And with him, my sons...
Hungarian captivity, a Hungarian prince, tents and the steppe around... The Hungarians shot, having fun, my friend was the target. The hem of his shirt was in blood, blood had clotted on his paws... We ran together across the steppe, mixing blood and mud.
I know that I will not return to my native fjord now! Farewell, Gardarika, farewell, my love, farewell, Hungarian captivity! But I will see Miklogard, I have a gusli on my shoulder And next to me is my faithful gray brother with silver fangs! And next to me is a wolf, as gray as I am, with silver fangs...
The gloomy family is silent, and the mother weeps bitterly, They carry the newborn child under the fir tree to die The forest is a dead home for infants: a hungry year has come! But a wolf with silver fangs found me in the forest...
Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!
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