MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
turisas - a portrage to unknown
We've sailed across the sea
Rowed for miles and miles upstream
Passed by Aldeigjuborg
Seen Lake Ilmen gleam
Ingvar took the lead
After Holmgard as agreed
What the end of Lovat meant
Was soon to be seen
Dripping with sweat a new day dawn on
The ropes cut flesh, as they've done in times foregone
I see my breath, my hands are going numb
Far from home we have come
An endless trail in front my eyes
A swift take off, had no time for goodbyes
What will we find and what was left behind
There's no return, get it off your mind
The water's changed to sand
Lakes and rivers turned to land
Plough up the rocky seas
Ride felled down trees
Foot by foot we edge
Once a ship, now a sled
Six regular edges and six vertices
Six equilateral triangles
Six square faces in another direction
Plato's earth transparent
Give me all you have!
Pull as hard as you can
Plough up the rocky seas
Ride felled down trees
The water's changed to sand
Lakes and rivers turned to land
The rug has been pulled from under my feet
All my life made of lies and deceit
All I have left is a symbol on my chest
My only lead on my desperate quest
Branded at birth with the sign of Perun
East of the sun and West of the moon
The road now continues, Northwind be my guide
Wherever I'm going, the Gods are on my side
turisas - among ancestors
A peaceful grove,
in treetops above the whisper of the wind
It echoes over fields, over endless wilderness
You close your eyes and there you are
among your ancestors
They greet you,
welcomed to enter the war
for freedom of their heirs
Over the vasted fields, bearing the strongest shields
Our fathers rode
Through the thickest brakes,
armed with the sharpest stakes
To none they bowed
The Northern blow cuts through your skin
As swells beat your vessel
The open sea surrounding seems dark and cold
You wonder why men around
you sit quiet for themselves
Staring into the darkness...
They know what awaits them there
It is victory, or death
The calm Baltic Sea
reflects the first morning sunbeams
A rosy-fingered dawn over the seas,
an illusion of peace
Straight ahead a palisade steep
The time has come, "Hit the beach!"
Over the vasted fields, bearing the strongest shields
Our fathers rode
Through the thickest brakes,
armed with the sharpest stakes
To none they bowed
A peaceful grove,
in treetops above the whisper of the wind
It echoes over fields, over endless wilderness
You close your eyes and there you are
among your ancestors
They greet you welcome to enter the war
for the freedom of their heirs
At last, the moment you've been waiting for
Now it's time to fight or fall
The enemy line getting closer and closer
You distinguish his eye-whites
And pull your sword..."Strike!"
You see your blade cut off his head
Another father ends up dead
No time to think who will miss him at nights
Another slash and someone's husband dies
See the fear in their eyes
"Their lines are scattered, hunt them down!"
None were left alive to tell their wives
turisas - as torches rise
I take a look around,
the blood of our men has painted the ground
There are corpses lying everywhere
Some try to pray, some cry in despair
As our enemy cuts its way through our lines
Desperate thoughts take over our minds
Is this to be the end of our days?
The overwhelming enemy
rides our front lines down
With hate in their faces, with hate in their sound
Houndreds of men lying wounded on the ground
No one can help them,
to their destiny they're bound
I think of my family, I think of my home
Interrupted by a fearful tone:
"We're practically dead, they'll slaughter us all!"
Through a cloud of dust I see our right wing fall
This cursed war will swallow us all
What will happen to our loved-ones,
the ones we're fighting for?
I will not stand and watch this army fall
We will fight back, hear us roar
Pull our lines together
Our fury is greater than the worst stormy weather
I grasp the sword in my hand, this is for my brothers,
this is for my land
With blood on my face to battle I ride
With dust in my eyes, with faith in my heart
Until death do us part
From the skies a man came down to earth
He lead our way and rode first
How dark the night may seem
A new day always heals
I stroll across the field, the morning has broken,
our victory's been sealed
The hooves have plowed the ground to mud,
familiar faces in ponds of blood
A snowflake lands on my face,
melts and runs away
The sun rose red that day
turisas - battle metal
A name uttered with fear
No smile, no tears
They'll crush your skull with a blow
And pile them in a row
The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds
In a smithy high up in the skies
On an anvil honour, with a hammer of blood
The Four Winds pounded
Battle Metal!
As the battle rages the dearest to you, you hold in your hand -
and stick in their lungs!
An iron gaze of a hawk
Out of sight they stalk
Their arrows cut the air an they fly
Death from the sky
Thunder in their eyes
A riding demise
Storming over the men on the field
Breaking their shield
Take this sign into your heart and be brave
Let it lead you to your glory or your grave
Today!
Hear me, my warriors
Soldiers from all the edges of the world
Let us join our forces
To an army, united
Four winds will guide us
The Heart of Turisas will lead our way
Our drums echo: Forward march
Our horns cry for victory
Boldest of them all
They've answered the call
Their arms were strenghtened by the work of their swords
They'll march till they fall
The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds
In a smithy high up in the skies
On an anvil honour, with a hammer of blood
The Four Winds pounded
turisas - broadsword
I see a dark sail on the horizon
Set under a blak cloud that hides the sun
Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman
Get up to the roundhouseon the cliff-top standing
Take women and children and bed them down
Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman
Bless with a hard hearth those who surround me
Bless the women and children who firm our hands
Put our backs to the north wind, hold fast by the river
Sweet memories to drive us on for the motherland
turisas - cursed be iron
Curse on thee, cruel iron
Curses on the steel thou givest
Curses on thee, tongue of evil
Curses on thy life forever!
Once thou wert of little value
Having neither form nor beauty
Neither strength noe great importance
When in form of milk thou rested
When for ages thou wert hidden
In the breasts of God's three daughters
Hidden in their heaving bosoms
On the borders of the cloudlets
In the blue vault of the heavens
Thou wert once of little value
Having neither form nor beauty
Neither strength nor great importance
When like water thou wert resting
On the broad back of the marshes
On the steep decline of the marshes
On the steep declines of mountains
When thou wert but formless matter
Only dust of rusty color
Curses on thee, cruel iron
Curses on the steel thou givest
Curses on thee, tongue of evil
Cursed be thy life forever!
Surely thou wert void of greatness
Having neither strength nor beauty
When the moose was trampling on thee
When the roebuck trod on thee
And the bear-paws scratched thy body
Surely thou hadst little value
When the skilful Ilmarinen
First of all the iron-workers
Brought thee from the blackened swamp-lands
Took thee to his ancient smithy
Placed thee in his fiery furnace
Truly thou hadst little vigor
Little strength, and little danger
When thou in the fire wert hissing
Rolling forth like seething water
From the furnace of the smithy
When thou gavest oath the strongest
By the furnace, by the anvil
By the rongs, and by the hammer
By the dwelling of the blacksmith
By the fire within the furnace
Curses on thee, cruel iron
Curses on the steel thou givest
Curses on thee, tongue of evil
Now forsooth thou hast grown mighty
Thou canst rage in wildest fury
Thou hast broken all thy pledges
All thy solemn vows hast broken
Like the dogs thou shamest honor
Shamest both thyself and kindred
Tained all with breath and evil
Tell all who drove thee to this mischief
Tell who taught thee thy malice
Tell who gavest thee thine evil!
Tell me! Now tell me!
Did thy father, or thy mother
Did the eldest of thy brothers
Did the youngest of thy sisters
Did the worst of all thy kindred
[Give to thee thine evil nature?]
Not thy father, nor thy mother
Not the eldest of thy sisters
Not the youngest of thy sisters
Not the worst of all thy kindred
But thyself hast done this mischief
Thou the cause of all our trouble
Come and view thine evil doings
And amend this flood of damage
Curses on thee, cruel iron
Curses on the steel thou givest
Curses on thee, tongue of evil
Cursed be thy life forever!
turisas - fields of gold
Long is the way we have come
Still, nothing changes under the sun
The day we lay ahold
The wind rocks the fields of gold
Zer sum is the name of the game?
Gain or lose
My win
Is your loss
Have your cake and eat it too
Long is the way we have come
Still nothing changes under the sun
Few have found the stone
Searching for the fields of gold
The finest of craftsmen forged
For day and night
Deep down
Lost at sea
Their great feat now lies
Is a draw the only win?
Would a tie double the loss?
A fight
For existence
Life-death: 0-0
Long is the way we have come
Still nothing changes under the sun
Firmly we keep our course
Fighting for fields of gold
turisas - five hundred and one
New friends
Last night
An offer was made
Nordbrikt
Would leave
Five hundred strong
Long is the hour when lying awake
Sleeping his hard when so much is at stake
I've reached my goal, called the final door
Behind it- three doors more
Lying in my bed
Thinking of the things they said
Time is running out
What to do I moon about
Out in the open sea I've swum without a sight
A sight of an opposite shore, a sight of some light
Turning back, staying here, my strength is running out
Forward, or I drown
Rising from my bed
Thinking of the things they said
The moment draws nigh
One chance a year when the water is high
Corridors
I run
Heavy doors
Which one?
Where did I come from? Was I already here?
It all seems familiar, yet I have no idea
New friends
Last night
An offer was made
Nordbrikt
Would leave
Five hundred and one
"Joy and sorrow we have encountered
Always stood as one
Your heart will follow, and maybe tomorrow
You will find what you seek
Go now, and don't look back!
Give my greetings to the Greek King!"
The wind flew the raven banner with pride
Eagles were soaring aloft
Filled with hope and excitement side by side
Five hundred and one cast off
So long is the way to the unknown
Long is the way we have come
At the head of the ships a horn was blown
We sailed off with the morning sun
Five hundred and one
turisas - in the court of jarisleif
Time to raise a toast to our generous host
Jarisleif!
Jarisleif!
Ruler of the Rus from coast to coast
Jarisleif!
Jarisleif!
May beer flow as long as we can stand on two
All the pretty girtls, come, keep us warm!
Tonight we drink, no room for depressing thoughts
Fill your horns!
turisas - katuman kaiku
Instrumental
turisas - midnight sunrise
In the darkest shadows, under the black rocks
And ancient moss
Where steam arises from the cracks in the crust of ground
The spiteful dwell
Fast, fast, fast, fast, faster than the lightning strikes
Trying to make it in time
Hide, hide, hide, hide, hide from the bright demise
Rush away from the...
Midnight Sunrise
The night embraces these lands
People stand in a circle holding hands
A blaze over a peaceful summery lake
Enlightens their faces and gilds the lanscape
Under cover of darkness they have arisen
And set their feet on the ground
As the people celebrate they head to their homes
To wreak havoc with their property
Fast, fast, fast, fast...
Midnight Sunrise
The night embraces these lands
People stand in a circle holding hands
A blaze over a peaceful summery lake
Enlightens their faces and gilds the lanscape
The hourglass' sand stops flowing, currents stand still
The distant horizon glowing, a glimmer over the hill
Three golden kings come riding across the midnight skies
Three golden blades shining, a sight for sore eyes
Time stood still as sons of the dawn rode by
As the daybreak approaches
and the sunbeams close in on them
Horror fills their hearts
Running for their lives as fas as they can
In panic they flee
Fast, fast, fast, fast...
Midnight Sunrise
The night embraces these lands
People stand in a circle holding hands
A blaze over a peaceful summery lake
Enlightens their faces and gilds the lanscape
Twelve golden hooves come smashing down on earth
And chase the creatures to the holes
Where they once were given birth
The ones who are not that lucky to escape
Are burning down to ashes in the midnight sunrise
Three golden kings come riding across the midnight skies
Three golden blades shining, a sight for sore eyes
Time stood still as sons of the dawn rode by
turisas - miklagard overture
Long have I drifted without a course
A rudderless ship I have sailed
The Nile just keeps flowing without a source
Maybe all the seekers just failed?
To Holmgard and beyond
In search of a bond
Far from home I've come
But the road has just begun
Breathing history
Veiled in mystery
The sublime
The greatest of our time
Tsargrad!
"Come with us to the south
Write your name on our roll"
I was told;
Konstantinopolis
Sui generis
The saints and emperors
Of bygone centuries
The man-made birds in their trees
Out load their paean rings
Immortality!
In astonishing colours the East meets the West
The hill-banks arise in their green
In wonder I sit on my empty chest
As we glide down the strait in between
To Holmgard and beyond
In search of a bond
Distant church bells toll
For their god they chant and troll
Breathing history
Veiled in mystery
The sublime
The greatest of our time
Tsargrad!
The Norwegian of rank
In the court of The Prince
I was convinced
Konstantinopolis
Ten gates to eternity
Seen all for centuries
Your inconquerable walls
Your temples and your halls
See all, hear all, know it all
My sun rose in the North and now sets in the South
The Golden Horn lives up to its name
From tower to tower a chain guards its mouth
Unbreakable, they claim
To Holmgard and beyond
In a search of a bond
Adventures lie ahead
Many knots lie unravelled on my thread
Breathing history
Veiled in mystery
The sublime
The greatest of our time
Tsargrad!
Konstantinopolis
Queen of the cities
Your welcoming smile
Made all worthwhile
The sweat and the pain
Bathing in gold
Endless rooftops unfold
The sun sets for a while just to rise again
Great halls
Great halls
Greatest of all, Miklagard
turisas - one more
Gathered round the wooden table
Same tavern as the nights before
I brace myself against the gable
Sunlight pushes its way through the gap in the door
As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes
I stand up and raise my pint up high
One more for our brothers who fought beside us
One more and forward again
Once more, we'll fight and conquer
Until we'll meet again
Staring at the stools not taken
I reach for my tankard of ale
The silence remains unbroken
All you hear is a tinkle of mail
As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes
I stand up and raise my pint up high
One more for our brothers...
Like a raging thunderstorm we flew down the forested hill
Tree-trunks and rocks passing by
The endless ranks stood waiting out in the open field
My fingers gripped the handle of my sword
With full power we smashed into their lines
The ground shook, swords tasted flesh
Hooves trampling over men screaming for their lives
The battle raged until both troops were threshed
Grief no more over friends who died
That day will come to us all
Until then we shall fight with pride
Raise our pints till the dawn
Grief no more over friends who died
That day will come to us all
Side by side we shall ride once more
When the Horn calls for War
Feeling low and heavy hearted
Interrupted by a distant alarm
Seems like the war has started
May it be for our brothers in arms
Once again the golden sunbeam reaches my eyes
I stand up and raise my sword up high
One more for our brothers...
turisas - prologue for r r r
As you sit in your quiet home, surrounded by peace, comfort and civilization...
Do you, listener, remember those memories...
Grand and tearful, which still, after hundreds of years,
Remain now radiant with the brightness of sunlight,
And now darkening, like indelible bloodstains...
The variegated pages of history.
Can your thoughts, torpid with repose,
Transport themselves back to the horrors and joys of the past...
Not straying indifferently from one thing to another which excites your curiosity,
But taking a warm and vital interest, as if you yourself stood in the midst of those struggles,
Now long since fought out... bled in them, conquered or fell in them,
And felt your heart beat with hope or apprehension according as fortune smiled or betrayed...
Standing on the heights of history, looking far around the wild arena of human destiny,
Can you transfer yourself into the well of the past?
A life physically buried and decayed, but spiritually inmost,
Which constitutes the essence and substance of history...
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart,
Waging all things in the balance of reason?
Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire,
With a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful?
Therefore, if you have the capacity to suffer or rejoice with the generation that had been...
To hate with them... to love with them... to be transported to admire, to despise,
To curse as they have done - in a word:
To live among them with your whole heart and not alone with your cold, reflecting judgement...
... then follow me.
I will lead you down into the well.
My hand is weak and my sketch humble, but your heart will guide you better than I.
Upon that I rely... and begin.
turisas - rasputin
?Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey?
?Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey?
There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstasy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on
He ruled the Russian land and never mind the tsar
But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she'd heard the things he'd done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on
But when he?s drinking and musting
And hungers of power the kind now drawn more people
Their demands to do something about this outrageous man
Who?re louder and louder
?Hey hey?
"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies
But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"
No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they're not to blame
"Come to visit us" they kept demanding
And he really came
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
He drank it all and he said "I feel fine"
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead
Waaouyeah
Oh those Russians.
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