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Eluveitie - Thousandfold [Subtitulada]

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Eluveitie es un grupo de folk/celtic pagan metal originario de Suiza. Formado en el año 2002 por Chrigel Glanzmann, con la idea de crear una banda basada en la cultura de la antigua Helvecia gala. En febrero del 2010, con Nuclear Blast Records, ve la luz Everything Remains (As It Never Was), disco del que forma parte Thousandfold. Espero que os guste, y tened en cuenta que la traducción no es muy buena porque mi inglés da algo de pena xD ( y además de hecho en algunos sitios encontré "gold" (oro) y en otros "gods" (dioses) con lo que el estribillo cambiaría bastante :S) y que es la primera vez que subtitulo un vídeo y van algo retardados xDDD Así que no seáis muy crueles conmigo ;)
Aquí os dejo la letra original, en inglés:
Sprinkled by the trappings
Of words that make the outlines
Blur on the showplace of made history
The folk is willed
To parrot the dished up tale
The lure of a higher meaning
Cheat, you had to create
An enemy stereotype
To retrieve your absolution
A forthy poor excuse for your foray
To disengage from the deeps
of your encumbrance
Behold, All our gold
Thousandfold
Bereave me!
Declined, Truths ensign
Forever mine!
Bereave me!
March in with ten legions
Whilst the crucial weapons not he pillum
But the feather held in your hand
Penned in blood
Your tall tales rule the forum
Altering it into the battlefield
I, the spectral guise
Evoking these baring fears
Pestering your conscript fathers
I smile at my demise and while I die
I cherish the roots of my perseverance
Behold, All our gold
Thousandfold
Bereave me!
Declined, Truths ensign
Forever mine!
Bereave me!
Behold, All our gold
Thousandfold
Bereave me!
Declined, Truths ensign
Forever mine!
Bereave me!
... Deirdre of The Sorrows ...
Gracias por pasaros por aquí ^-^
Aquí os dejo la letra original, en inglés:
Sprinkled by the trappings
Of words that make the outlines
Blur on the showplace of made history
The folk is willed
To parrot the dished up tale
The lure of a higher meaning
Cheat, you had to create
An enemy stereotype
To retrieve your absolution
A forthy poor excuse for your foray
To disengage from the deeps
of your encumbrance
Behold, All our gold
Thousandfold
Bereave me!
Declined, Truths ensign
Forever mine!
Bereave me!
March in with ten legions
Whilst the crucial weapons not he pillum
But the feather held in your hand
Penned in blood
Your tall tales rule the forum
Altering it into the battlefield
I, the spectral guise
Evoking these baring fears
Pestering your conscript fathers
I smile at my demise and while I die
I cherish the roots of my perseverance
Behold, All our gold
Thousandfold
Bereave me!
Declined, Truths ensign
Forever mine!
Bereave me!
Behold, All our gold
Thousandfold
Bereave me!
Declined, Truths ensign
Forever mine!
Bereave me!
... Deirdre of The Sorrows ...
Gracias por pasaros por aquí ^-^
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