Вариант правильного блека на мой взгляд
16.10.2016, 13:00
Вот щас бы охарактеризовать блэк-группу, будучи далеким от блэка.
Хм, такие интересные комментарии.
А что бы ты назвал металлом? И почему это не метал, или если уже чистый вокал "ТО ФСЁ НИМИТАЛ!"?
А что бы ты назвал металлом? И почему это не метал, или если уже чистый вокал "ТО ФСЁ НИМИТАЛ!"?
Вот не нужно оценивать группу, "на уровне", "не на уровне". Группа не должна делать металл или не метал. Группа делает свою музыку, а только тогда ей дают классификацию, нельзя оценивать творчество цифрами, например: "вот этой песни 2, а это 5", что это такое вообще? Кому-то нравится кому-то нет.
Таки гроул, скрим и другие - часть метала.
Но с тобой согласен.
Но с тобой согласен.
Гроул,скрим и другие,подразумевают собой жанр не metal a metalcore
Призрачные понятия "тру" и "не тру".
Into the night
My long suffering friend
We'll be reborn again
Right here where everything ends
Face to the sky
A trail of smoke in the air
Pass into emptiness
New life's awaiting you there
Slave to some wretched old
Imagination of yesteryear
Now all that grows in the skulls
Of the living are flowers of fear
The morning red
A sun-god calling you back
Down through a thousand years
White embers whistle and crack
Await the dawn with her kiss of redemption,
My firebird!
You were the queen of the souls of all men
Before there was the w-o-r-d
The morning new, the morning red,
The fiery promise
Mad swirling smoke wheels round her head
Dedication to the queen of souls, her lost disciples
And when the fire's work is done
Our time to be reborn
By pagan streams
A wind whips the leaves from the trees
And it is revealed to us
That we are dreams within dreams
Born from some wretched
Old imagination of yesteryear
Now all that grows in the skulls of the living
Are flowers of fear
The morning new, the morning red,
The fiery promise
Mad swirling smoke wheels round her head
Dedication to the queen of souls, her lost disciples
And when the fire's work is done
Our time to be reborn
The morning new, the morning red,
The fiery promise
Mad swirling smoke wheels round her head
Dedication to the queen of souls, her lost disciples
And when the fire's work is done
The phoenix now reborn
My long suffering friend
We'll be reborn again
Right here where everything ends
Face to the sky
A trail of smoke in the air
Pass into emptiness
New life's awaiting you there
Slave to some wretched old
Imagination of yesteryear
Now all that grows in the skulls
Of the living are flowers of fear
The morning red
A sun-god calling you back
Down through a thousand years
White embers whistle and crack
Await the dawn with her kiss of redemption,
My firebird!
You were the queen of the souls of all men
Before there was the w-o-r-d
The morning new, the morning red,
The fiery promise
Mad swirling smoke wheels round her head
Dedication to the queen of souls, her lost disciples
And when the fire's work is done
Our time to be reborn
By pagan streams
A wind whips the leaves from the trees
And it is revealed to us
That we are dreams within dreams
Born from some wretched
Old imagination of yesteryear
Now all that grows in the skulls of the living
Are flowers of fear
The morning new, the morning red,
The fiery promise
Mad swirling smoke wheels round her head
Dedication to the queen of souls, her lost disciples
And when the fire's work is done
Our time to be reborn
The morning new, the morning red,
The fiery promise
Mad swirling smoke wheels round her head
Dedication to the queen of souls, her lost disciples
And when the fire's work is done
The phoenix now reborn
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