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Sitter och lyssnar på Amon Amarth, inte gjort det på typ 1 år och jag har kommit fram till att dom är fan tunga!
Blev lite halv kär i låten Thousand Years Of Oppression från "Vs the world" skivan (ska inte misstas för Through years of oppression med Shining (fast den är också bra)).
Och att texterna bara handlar om runor, Oden och oduschade, rejäla karlar får ju en att känna sig ännu mer taggad! :D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFUbLXJjoDs
He hung on the windswept world tree
Whose roots no one knows
For nine whole days he hung there pierced
By Gugnir, his spear
Swimming in pain he peered into the depths
And cried out in agony
Reaching out he grasped the runes
Before falling back from the abyss
He gave himself unto himself
In a world of shearing pain
Go that we all may live our lives
By the wisdom that he gained
You doubted him, and spread their lies
Across the world, with sword in hand
You raped our souls, and stole our right
All for the words of mild-mannered man
You listened to mild-mannered god
And put your faith in deceitful words
Your powertrip was paid by blood
In kindness' name you spilled our blood
I refuse to submit
To the god you say is kind
I know what's right, and it is time
It's time to fight, and free our minds
Let me die without fear
As I have lived without it
So shut your mouth and spare my ears
I'm fed up with all your bullshit
After a thousand years of oppression
Let the berserks rise again
Let the world hear these words once more
"Save us, oh lord, from the wrath of the Norsemen"
Our sprits were forged in snow and ice
To bend like steel forged over fire
We were not made to bend like reed
Or turn the other cheek
He grasped the runes, they're ours to use
Blev lite halv kär i låten Thousand Years Of Oppression från "Vs the world" skivan (ska inte misstas för Through years of oppression med Shining (fast den är också bra)).
Och att texterna bara handlar om runor, Oden och oduschade, rejäla karlar får ju en att känna sig ännu mer taggad! :D
He hung on the windswept world tree
Whose roots no one knows
For nine whole days he hung there pierced
By Gugnir, his spear
Swimming in pain he peered into the depths
And cried out in agony
Reaching out he grasped the runes
Before falling back from the abyss
He gave himself unto himself
In a world of shearing pain
Go that we all may live our lives
By the wisdom that he gained
You doubted him, and spread their lies
Across the world, with sword in hand
You raped our souls, and stole our right
All for the words of mild-mannered man
You listened to mild-mannered god
And put your faith in deceitful words
Your powertrip was paid by blood
In kindness' name you spilled our blood
I refuse to submit
To the god you say is kind
I know what's right, and it is time
It's time to fight, and free our minds
Let me die without fear
As I have lived without it
So shut your mouth and spare my ears
I'm fed up with all your bullshit
After a thousand years of oppression
Let the berserks rise again
Let the world hear these words once more
"Save us, oh lord, from the wrath of the Norsemen"
Our sprits were forged in snow and ice
To bend like steel forged over fire
We were not made to bend like reed
Or turn the other cheek
He grasped the runes, they're ours to use
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e ja seg eller?
för ja vete fan va du snackar om?
man kan inte vara kär i låtar...
man kan bara vara kär i filmer.
man kan bara vara kär i twilight.
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