The Metal Museum Vol. 3: Folk Metal

Behold-behold-behold the horned king He who came to join the maiden the young king The land - the land - Hall our precious land He the young king who comes to bring who comes to bring prosperity To the land The land have been sleeping for too much ti

Dort liegt der Sänger auf der Bahre Der bleiche Mund kein Lied beginnt Es krächzen Dalphes falbe Haare Die Stirn, die nichts mehr ersinnt Man legt zu ihm in kostbaren Rollen Die alten Lieder, die er sang Die Leier, die so hell erschollen Liegt ihm in

[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik] Did you see the rays of light? Light turning black to white. Or did you keep your eyes still closed, looking your own way? Did you hear the tolling bell when heavens turned to hell? Or did you keep your ears closed living you

Gelders dreven zijn de mooiste In ons dierbaar Nederland Vette klei en heidegronden Beken, bos en heuvelrand Ginds de Waal, daar weer de IJssel, Dan de Maas en ook de Rijn Geeft ons recht om heel ons leven Trots op Gelderland te zijn Waar het vaderla

Salida snel wigand gikoran kuning hiltia. The king of agony and fear, he is the eldest of all kings. He takes the weak and bows to the strong his mercyless majesty, yet invincted. Salida snel wigand gikoran kuning hiltia. He is immortal, his pinions