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💫✨🌟🍷🫅🎶🌎🏝️🏖️☘️｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆🧚‍♂️🃏⚜️☦️

Какие хорошие темы у группы, очень близкие вот прямо по духу...

прекрасный

Да это же мой родной Норильск!

Это кошмар. Дерьмо в жизни, это про нас...

❤❤❤

Não intendo uma frase dita, mas a canção me comove...

I once spent one entire year basically listening to this single piece and Boy Harsher's Careless non-stop. Happiest year of my life.

I can't believe this is still on 10 months later 😃

🔥

Their best song.

Aus welchem Album ist der Song?

This could be my favorite black metal track. I remember waiting for snowstorms so I could wonder alone while listening to this.

złoto

Это прекрасно, в каком-то роде

English translation of lyrics for anyone interested: It's already getting late, it's already getting cold, already losing interest in life [sounds worse in translation, ned gfrein means no interest in doing X] . People become unpleasant. In the black forest, in the black wood [synonyms repeated] you'll be torn around [or maybe down?], you'll be thrown down. It's already late, it's already cold, time comes, already losing interest in life. The birds in the trees halve lost the songs, over the forest in the air there's hellish activity [sakrament is used as a cuss word here] In the black forest, in the black wood. Friend! calls the bone merchant, Friend, [here] you'll end up as well. He takes what pleases him in the moment with him, you [switches to plural 'you' here] won't live long either, you'll croak soon. And when the last hour comes, and when you close your eyes, afterwards there'll be a new bond, you'll still not rest. It's already late, it's already cold, time comes, already losing interest in life. I'm the lord of the winds and none is like me [or equal to me], as far as the sky is grey that far goes my realm. No devil has the guts to take the black feather from my black cap [abakheit? owakeilert maybe lmao] It's already late, it's already cold, time comes, already losing interest in life. In the black forest, in the black wood, it was much fun. You'll be wrapped up as well, thrown upon the cart. Song title translates to something like “A Feeble Flight”

this is the best thing i have ever heard in my life so far

Свидетельство О Смерти меня кормит поит . Радикальный Метод меня обувает одевает .

great edit, great picture for the video. I think of the 700ish views, at least 300 are mine. Just came to say thank you for that work.

❤

Love from Turkey, glad to find a doomer version of the song

Who painted this cover(from the box set)

Эх, я слушаю это и ко мне возвращаются детские воспоминания. Я помню, как все было хорошо тогда. Друзья, которых я больше никогда не увижу. Мой дедушка, который был мне очень близок. Сейчас я в другой стране без старых друзей.

Под эту музыку и умереть не стыдно

16:12 "постой!"

Es ist ein Meisterwerk

Timestamps: 0:00 - Silent Aeons 4:47 - Worn Out 9:13 - More Than Gods Could Dream 15:21 - Waves 20:58 - In Cold Blood 25:11 - On Borrowed Time 30:27 - Dirge For The Final Journey 35:09 - Winter Within 40:29 - Discord Symphony

piękne

Я 300

Die Split wurde glücklicherweise neu von Kunsthall und Cold Dimension aufgelegt. Kaufts euch.

shitty quality

Perfection

how it feels yearning for nature when stuck inside 4 concrete walls

One of the best pieces of music ever written , this is not Human anymore

Gracias por compartir y si una gran obra del arte Black metal y me pregunto si la letra estara basada en alguna leyenda folklorica de terror de Alemania.

Obra prima. Maravilhoso!!!!!

Тоже отличная тема, тащем-та!

Existe algun lugar donde pueda conseguir esta pieza en hi-res ?

Gracias por subir esta obra de arte, a mi parecer la mejor creación de Lunar Aurora, es sencillamente brutal...

Lyrics: Es werd scho spat, es werd scho koid, S'Lebn scho nimma gfreit. Zwider wern de Leit. Im schwoarzen Woid, im schwoarzen Hoiz, Werds Di ummareißn, werds Di zammaschmeißn. Es is scho spat, es is scho koid, es kimmt de Zeit, S'Lebn scho nimma gfreit. D'Vogerl am Baam drobn håm d'Liadln verlorn, überm Woid - in da Luft geht's ganz sakaramentisch zua. Überm schwoarzen Woid, überm schwoarzen Hoiz. Freinderl-ruaft da Boandlkramer, Freinderl-werst aa Du hi'kemma. Er nimmt si ' mit was eahm grad gfreit, Da lebast aa nimma lang, verreckatst boid. Und kimmt die letzte Stund', und schliaßt's es d'Augen zua, Nåcha gibt's an neichn Bund, nåcha habts no koa Ruah. Es is scho spat, es is scho koid, es kimmt de Zeit, S'Lebn scho nimma gfreit. I bin da Fürst der Winde und koana is mia gleich, Soweit da Himmi grau is, soweit geht aa mei Reich. Koa Teifi hat de Schneid, Der mia vom schwoarzen Hüatl d'schwoarze Feder åbakheit. Es is scho spat, es is scho koid, es kimmt de Zeit, S'Lebn scho nimma gfreit. Im schwoarzen Woid, im schwoarzen Hoiz, da wars gar a Freid. Da werst aa Du glei' bandlt, kimmst auffi an Wågn.

Lyrics: Cold, so cold is this air that the night brought. Silent, too quiet are the woods in the eve of this night. Once again I lit the candle on my window and waited for the sleep. Evael, my dream has been so alive, and this plague has cleansed this world for us. So please release me now! Dream: "Sink deeper to your loneliness and you will lead her to your grave. She’s lost in gloomy light, still trying to hold her flame. You’re losing the sunsets and you'll never get them back. This life you spend in loneliness is forever in shades of black. Wake up, old man, and let it go." Was it a weak sound on my door that woke me up, or the trees sheltering me from the night? I kept my eyes closed but still felt the light, and the room was filled by butterflies. I rose with my heart beating, for the weak hope of the midnight’s hour I prayed, and opened my door to the Winter night. And she fell, she fell to my arms. In tears I carried her and laid her down to sleep. Her eyes frozen from the thousand nights. Alone she trembled and whispered: "I was lost in the woods and the trees kept me away from you. For I brought the plague with them, with the butterflies." Hush now and let it go, close your eyes now and we drift away. Together away from the pain, deep in this sheltering night to a forgiving dream. Until one minute past midnight, the room was filled only with butterflies.

Pure sadness

-please babe... stop saying stupid things! +AFGHAN...AFGHAN AFGHAN...AFGHANISTAN

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Наоборт. Сова feat. Перемотка

что за город

место на картинке до боли знакомое, словно я там уже бывал

Lyrics / Текст I close my eyes and hear the stream as it passes Moments lost to whims of time Held close by the embrace of aspens Wrought through with a sorrow I cannot define I breathe in the autumn air And lift my face to the sky All I hear are echoes of despair As I watch the seasons wither and die Do the oaks feel this distant pain? Can the pines offer me relief? Have the aspens wept with the rain? Does the forest know this untouchable grief? Now I wander on forever Down these oaken halls of sorrow Seeking solitude in the autumn months Through days so long and hollow Fallen leaves pave the path I walk Barren branches lead the way Bringing shelter from the sun And days so far away The beauty of this forest sings to me Through words of wind and verse of falling leaves Its song is one of sorrow and days long past The time is gone but the memories always last For all this time I have been searching For why the skies are grey All colour lost to time and sorrow The Sun put out by pain As autumn leaves keep on dancing And pay no heed to me My journey through these wild landscapes Is all that I have left I come across a quiet river That wanders through the trees I stare into its running waters And fall onto my knees In resignation to the forest That's held me for so long I close my eyes and drift away Into nature's evensong

Картинки классные,спасибо автору

Просто отличная тема. И отличный текст.