O, so it is written son
When all waters and land you see
All around came to birth
Man and beast was one
And the gods of the sky
Walked the face of the earth
Few free and innocent
Man strolled paths next to those
Of beasts seeing no signs
But stars in the sky
Knowing of day and night
Of rain and winds, hunger and fright
But not of death nor of life
While all was at ease with all
Living creatures and beast and the gods of the sky enjoyed the lavish
riches of this world, giants rose out of their caves and took to the
skies challenging the gods for the power of the universe.
Only when the great halls of Valhalla stood aflame lighting up the
worlds all around did the gods wake up from their drunken sleep, to
speed through the heavens and clash with the giants in the greatest
battle ever seen.
Heads arms and legs of both giant and god fell down upon the earth
and... The weapons... The swords of shining metal... And those who
found them and took these shining blades in hand were only men, now
man was the master of this world.
The story tells of stormy skies [sings: raging winds]
Black clouds gathered up high
And of lightning striking from a
Burning bloodred sky
The mountains crumbled to the seas
Earth shook the worlds collide
Ending the age of gods
Giving birth to our time
And man lived and learned
The secret of steel
Ore of earth - fire of sky
Forged is blade of gods
Blood and iron Blood and iron
Blood and iron Blood and iron
Blood and iron Blood and iron
Blood and iron Blood and iron
So the age to learn and to teach
for man begins, the power to know
the blood and iron discipline, and
tell the story of how man was granted
these shining blades of steel
Knowing of the past she will know
of the tomorrow and man shall reign, yes,
even conquer other worlds and she will set
sails on her starships sailing across the
black space and become the new gods of the skies.
[The skies... the skies... the skies... the skies... the skies...
the skies... the skies...]
Suprantu tokį požiūrį... Tačiau tokiais atvejais aš visada sakau bandyti žiūrėti į šviesiąją pusę. Geriau džiaugtis, kad buvo, kad teko pabūti koncertuose (jei teko), o neliūdėti, kad išėjo (ar neužsibūti su mintimi per ilgai, kad išėjo).
O man dabar ir a-ha asocijusis tik su tamsa. Daugiau koncertų nebus. Arba ryšis kam nors panašaus kaip Ozis. Diagnozė ta pati. Tai darosi sunku klausyt savo mylimiausių. O ir šiaip niūrios mintys apnikę
Niekada normaliai taip ir nepanagrinėjau jų muzikos, apart visiems žinomų pasaulinių hitų nelabai ką žinau apie juos, bet music'e jie ganėtnai mėgstami, tai vis nugirstu ir kitas dainas, kurios sufleruoja, kad galbūt jie daugiau nei tik hitai.
Gaila. Man Minor Eart | Major Sky patiko būtent tos, sakykim, niūresnės, dainos. To Let You Win, Little Black Heart, Thought That It Was You, I Won't Forget Her tikrai yra labiau nei titulinė ar Summer Moved On. Gal todėl, kad taip ir nenugrotos.
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