06-21-2017, 07:35 PM
Que tranza prros les traigo el orgullo mexicano del metal es una rola de una banda mexicana bien chingona es VikingMetal/Death Melodic se las recomiendo yo los fui a ver y tocan poca madre espero sea de su agrado para la banda que quiera saber la letra se las dejo aquí.
Link del pinchi vidio:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=953Nnwq0-xQ
Letra:
THE FLIGHT OF THE RAVENS
For nine days those noises kept him awake,
the birds never they go, always are prostrate under the leaves of the great tree.
Only when your eye was closed they are flapping and cawed, as if the eye shine feed them.
He knows the origin of all the worlds, knows the Runes,
but during those days he learned the speaks of the birds.
Black feathers warn the morning farewell of their ideas and memories.
They move away in the frozen horizon with a solemn flight.
He lives fearful during the hours when they are absent,
fleeing of the void they left by their silence,
while riding for their kingdoms making their mark in their way.
Fly! Hugin fly! Fly! Munin fly!
Fly! my ravens Fly!
His black crows, with a delicate and harmonious flight, surrounding the worlds.
The flapping of their wings gives us freedom, your flight talks about the pleasures of leisure;
the knowledge and culture; the passion and life.
All the secrets comes to the ears of the Raven God,
Fly! Hugin fly! Fly! Munin fly!
Fly! my ravens Fly!
Link del pinchi vidio:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=953Nnwq0-xQ
Letra:
THE FLIGHT OF THE RAVENS
For nine days those noises kept him awake,
the birds never they go, always are prostrate under the leaves of the great tree.
Only when your eye was closed they are flapping and cawed, as if the eye shine feed them.
He knows the origin of all the worlds, knows the Runes,
but during those days he learned the speaks of the birds.
Black feathers warn the morning farewell of their ideas and memories.
They move away in the frozen horizon with a solemn flight.
He lives fearful during the hours when they are absent,
fleeing of the void they left by their silence,
while riding for their kingdoms making their mark in their way.
Fly! Hugin fly! Fly! Munin fly!
Fly! my ravens Fly!
His black crows, with a delicate and harmonious flight, surrounding the worlds.
The flapping of their wings gives us freedom, your flight talks about the pleasures of leisure;
the knowledge and culture; the passion and life.
All the secrets comes to the ears of the Raven God,
Fly! Hugin fly! Fly! Munin fly!
Fly! my ravens Fly!
