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koji ti je wallpaper?

 

I lost my self, in those streets

A passenger of foreign tongue

The sun sets, in the same language

And rises just the same

 

There was no grand design

To get to this point

No absolutes, no given truths

We were not carved in stone

 

She sent the sun to heal me

She sent the moon to guide me

And when the words failed me

So she lay beside me

:wub: :wub: :wub:

 

Sometimes I get to thinking of the past

When I've had more than a drink or two

Who knows where the days go

And would you ever want them back

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ja sam dugo drzao To the Namless Dead cover ao wallpaper.

 

 

uvek se najezim kad slusam ovaj bend, i ovo mi je jedan od retkih bendova cijoj se muzici posvetim 101% kad god ih pustim, prosto mi je ne moguce da radim bilo sta drugo dok njih slusam (tipa ucim ili slicno)

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ne, aj baci link neki

 

Evo, probaj ovo:

 

 

Imaju 3 albuma - "Angel's Cry", "Fate's Lost Son" i "Godslaughter", sva tri totalni kult i vrlo laka za pronaci na netu, + neke apsolutno nenabavljive EP-jeve. :)

 

A ako neko nije slusao, pod obavezno da se cuje i Máel Mórdha, keltski doom :wub: :

 

 

Ljudi, brine li vas ova količina wub-ova? :)

 

Nimalo. :wub::)

Edited by Talvi

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hvala.

za Máel Mórdha-u znam imali su Primordial split sa njima

 

You say you know me

I'm the Poison in your veins

 

My Faith is not welcome here

I Break the young and the cold

 

There is a Darkness here

You cannot imagine you cannot fathom

It speaks to me in tongues

Can you hear it? :wub:

 

 

edit:Primordial%201.jpg:wub:

Edited by Uruk Hai

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:) :) :) Neka sam i emo, ali :

 

I have one Desire

let it be

a Pestilence upon your lands

a Plague upon all your houses

it is my wish

to Enslave all your people

The soil enriched with their Blood

To Burn your places of Worship

Our Gods shall become your Gods

 

All that lives on the vine is rotten

may your wines be foul

and your bread as the flesh of the dead

an ill wind to bring nought but decay

and the stench of your Slaughtered kin

 

The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes

and slavery in their limbs

as tools to build a new Empire

We are your cross to bear

Perhaps you shall be a martyred people

But as sure as the Night follows the Day

...a Dead People.

 

:wub: :wub: :wub:

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