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标题:Cryptic Winterstorms
标签: 总谱
艺人:Immortal
专辑:Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism
作曲:Abbath, Demonaz
制谱人:Bazuzu
附注:
I think it's all quite perfect. The solo is very hard to listen, I do the best I can. If someone find it better please send me a mail at bazuzucane@hotmail.com! -|- FOR THE KINGS OF THE REAVENREALMS! -|-
节拍: ♩ = 120
注释:A black sunset risesunder the funeral skyThe freezing waters belowas mirrors made of funeral mistThe blasting sky aboveand the fullmoon is on the risefullmoon is on the riseAaaaaaaaaaaaaahMy hear blows in the winds of reapStill I float with the cold diabolical massacrewindsOn the bestial wings of evilAbove the mountainside and into cryptic winterstormsAaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!I long for eternal frost and black wintersAsleep in the cold lakesawake in the stars in the skyAnd silent the walleyes in the NorthWhere I once were a proud warriorWhere I belongwhere I bath my soul in doom fire fogWhere I ride deaths cold winds in the battles in the NorthUeeah!!!Ah ah..Uaaauuuuh!!!As a Norse warrior I rode the dark walleyesWith longsword in hand sworned to throne dark landAnd to return to my masterin the blue mist of the dying sunsetAaaaaaaaaaah!!!Uuuuh!!!Uuuaaah...A black sunset dies under the funeral skyMy hair blowsinto winds of reapStill I float with the cold diabolical massacrewindsOn the overshadowed bestial wings of evilAaaaaaaaah!!!winterstormsAaaaaaaaaah!!!Uuaaaaah..Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms forever...
标记:Acustic IntroIntroPre-Verse1st VerseChorusInterludeChorus 2Interlude 2BreakdownPre-Verse2nd VerseInterlude 3SoloIntro RiffOuntro RiffOuntro-VerseAcustic Ountro
歌词:
A black sunset rises under a funeral sky
The freezing waters below as mirrors made of funeral mist
The blasting sky above and the fullmoon is on the rise
My hair blows in the winds of reap
Still I float with the cold diabolical massacre winds
On the bestial wings of evil
Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms
I long for eternal frost and black winters
AsIeep is the cold lakes awake in the stars in the sky
And silent the vaIIeys in the North
Where I once were a proud warrior
Where I belong where I bath my soul in doomfirefog
Where I ride deaths cold winds in the battles in the North
As a Norse warrior I rode the dark valleys
With longsword in hand sworned to throne dark lands
And to return to my master in the blue mist of the dying sunset
A black sunset dies under the funeral sky
My hair blows in the winds of reap
Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
On the overshadowed bestial wings of evil
Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms forever