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[mention]Aphelian[/mention] [mention]rbrigade[/mention]

Σας ευχαριστω πολυ για τα σχολια! Νομιζω οτι το βελτιωσα καπως.

Winds of salt blew on his face and sails as wings he wore
Flew over hills and mountains to reach a distant shore
He met a captain's daughter
Oh how he could sweet talk her
To his bed by night he brought her
And gave his back a sore

The jaws of war close down on him and he could not foresee
That soon he would become a knight and swear on a bent knee
He met the king's first daughter
Oh how he could sweet talk her
To his bed by night he brought her
And sowed her with his seed
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Καλημερα,

οι στιχοι της εβδομαδας απο εμενα.

Shapeshifters

The darkest of nights have fallen
It spreads like disease all across the land
The wolves of the mind are howling
The light of the day is stripped from the heart

The hand of the wraith is dawning
It cranes on the moon, it grips on the stars
The specter within is forming
It shapes on the soul, it feeds from the dark

Eyelids close, eyelids open
Eyes that ware human are now of the beast
Skin is torn, bones are broken
Talons and tendons prepare for the feast

The Umbra awaits its children
They join their reflection and enter the Wilds
And as the Veil is lifted
Emerge back and hunt with death on their side

Eyelids close, eyelids open
Eye that was human is now of the beast
Skin is torn, bones are broken
Talons and tendons prepare for the feast

Moon is bridged, and calling
the bravest of warriors to lead on their packs
Primal rage, is boiling
The cauldrons of battle brim with their fangs
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Καλησπερα,

οι στιχοι της εβδομαδας απο εμενα.

Witchclad

This is a tale of bitter and cold
Unfair-a-tale that speaks of demise
It came and went so no one would know
of things that words will never describe

There was a witch, withered and old
She dwelt a small crevice in time
and stared for an age in her crystal ball
with filth in her nails and glass in her eye

There was a lad, so young and so fair
He felt a huge hunger inside
and dreamt of a life away from his own
to leave his home and stand by her side

The road was long and times were so dark
and all he would taste was fear in his heart
for he did not know why he went away
Cruel doubt would make him wish he had stayed

Mountains stood tall and rivers lay deep
Forests were wild and passages steep
Horrors untold would sprawl in his path
and made every breath to seem as his last

Thunder and storm would come in his sleep
Left him with no peace on his mind
Fire and thorn would follow his wake
so there is no return he could find

But still he went forth, all hardships defied
Her eye was on him to show him the way
Her breath, stone cold, was wind on his back
And gave him the strength to finish his day

And on the witch gave aid to the lad
She found it strange that he could survive
She mouthed the curse she held in her hand
Allowing her face a grim crooked smile

Wrinkled fingers, grey
Clasp the crystal ball
Casting the spell, purple
Fed of perseverance
Stale blood boils, red
Young once again

Black haired
Black dressed
Black eyed witch
Once more comes alive

Dark as hell came out of the cavern in time
Bearing wretched torture to the lad
For it was written, those who seek shall find

She came unto his eyes
Silkenskinned, blackflamed
No curse in her hand
Blistering lust on her lips
She cursed him
With her kiss

This is the tale of bitter and cold
Unfair-a-tale that speaks of demise

The witch's kiss, it never grew old
A pain in his soul that would not subside
It came and went so no one would know
of things mere words will never describe
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Death of Cymoril

Give all you have
I cannot die
All the poisons could not kill me
They are just words

Thrust all you can
I cannot scream
All the cuts could not harm me
They are just swords

The warm caress of a Crone. It stains
A Harpy's nourishing hug. It drains
Sweet mercy of Atropos. It burns
An Erynia's dance. Never ends

Sleep all you can
you cannot dream
All the nights could not soothe you
They are not real

Once you'll live
A thousand times you'll die
But as soon as you're alive
Only one death can kill
The death of Cymoril
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Ωραιο...υποθέτω οτι ειναι γράμμένο απο την οπτική του Ελρικ. Τουλαχιστον αυτο εισπράττω απο την τελευταία στροφη. Το μόνο που με ξενίζει λίγο ειναι οι αρχαιοελληνικες αναφορες, δεδομένου οτι είναι ασύμβατες με τον κοσμο του Ελρικ. Απο την άλλη, ειμαι σχεδον σίγουρος οτι ο θάνατος της Συμορίλ είναι σύμβολο και όχι κυριολεξία, οπότε και οι αρχαιοελληνικες αναφορές περνάνε.
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Η ιστορια του Έλρικ ειναι η επιρροη. Δεν γραφω ομως απο την οπτικη του.
Ο Θανατος Της Σιμοριλ χρησιμοποιειται καθαρα συμβολικα στους στιχους.

Συγκεκριμενα ειναι γραμμενο για τον εξαναγκασμο να "σκοτωσεις" αυτον που αγαπας και απο την αλλη μερια να "σκοτωθεις" απο αυτον που αγαπας.
Ειναι και ο μονος θανατος που αναγνωριζω. Ολοι οι υπολοιποι, ακομα και ο φυσικος, εχουν ελαχιστη σημασια.

Οι αρχαιοελληνικες αναφορες μου βγηκαν αυθορμητα... δεν το σκεφτηκα οτι μπορει να ειναι αταιριαστες.
Και μεχρι να το αναφερεις δεν μου φαινοντουσαν αταιραιστες. Τωρα μου φαινονται λιγο...
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Sin of a Dream

He, the son of the dream, sunless
Night walker, marble light

She, the daughter of sin, moonless
Day walker, pitch dark

Lightly tread on the checkerboard of fate
One on black the other on white
To see but never to meet

The daughter begs the sun, which she knows best
"Come thee sun and wait, wait, don't go down"
"Wait for the moon to rise before you set"
"So I can touch the son, the son of the dream"

And the sun awaits,
And the moon rises,
The son greets the daughter in embrace
But they become stone

The son begs the moon, which he knows best
"Come thee moon stand, stand, don't go down"
"Stand before the sun and shadow us both"
"So I can kiss the daughter, the daughter of sin"

Sun and moon on the sky
Cast no light upon them
The stone is undone and they dress in flesh
Never to be alone
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ΕΝΤΕΛΩΣ spectre within / awaken the guardian. Φοβερη, ψυχεδελικη ιδέα, και ποιοτικη (ως συνήθως) εκτέλεση. Μάλλον το αγαπημένο μου so far.
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thanks man! :P :P :P
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Ενα Remake μιας κλασσικης ιστοριας...

Little Match Boy

Cold bites to the bone
A boy is all alone
Hope is frozen on empty streets

Hands trembling numb
Talking to the wind
He keeps a box with magic sticks

To light a match
Will make him warm
Just for a while

(sound of first match igniting on matchbox)

Into the flame he will see
Her eyes
that bring warmth to the heart
In the fire he will feel
Her hands
that bring joy to the world

Just for a while
And the vision is gone
The boy is all alone

To strike a second light
It takes courage
Because he knows now
It's just for a while

(sound of second match igniting on matchbox)


Into the flame he will see
Her smile
that brings warmth to the heart
In the fire he will feel
Her lips
that bring joy to the world

Just for a while
And the vision is gone
Again he's all alone

To strike the third light
It cannot be saved
Now he becomes bold
Thinks he can beat the cold

(sound of third match igniting on matchbox)

Into the flame
In the fire
Burn, all alone
Strike them all!

(sounds of multiple matches igniting)

And she's there
her arms all around him
cruel bliss
one last kiss
on his knees

He lights them all!
her love all around him
now and forever
cruel bliss
one last kiss

"Please stay" he said "No more cold..."
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The Pendulum

There is a time, to make time for broken wishes
There is a day, between the days, that never comes

A severed tongue, it spins the tale of crimson kisses
But even spoken, on curse is molten, and stays untold

Prolonged the longing, a promised torture
To gear on rapture the claw of sin
Redemption lingers, a jaded vulture
The moment's capture is out of reach

The pendulum! It does not swing
It stands askew! With eyes that gleam

And on it stares at
mirrors within
the chronic time labyrinth

The pendulum! It does not blink
It speaks the truth! Its lips are sealed

And on it stares at
mirrors within
the chronic time labyrinth

Mounting the power
idle it seems
as it consumes all there is
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Εκτός απο την γενικοτερη ποιότητα των γραπτών, θαυμάζω και τον ρυθμό παραγωγης σου!
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Εγω λεω να φτιαξουμε μια μπαντα Forgotten Scroll...
Γραφω στιχους και παιζω ντραμς...

Τι λετε;
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Εγω λεω να εμφανιστουν οι μουσικοι του φορουμ και ισως να δοκιμασουμε ενα κομματι (μεσω νετ), για πλακα αρχικα. Could be fun...
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Θα φτιάξουμε τους Forgotten Scroll και θα κάνουμε τουρ με αυτούς εδω:

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them.
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