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Celtic Folk lyrics

Chi Min Geamhradh By Runrig

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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chi mi'n Geamhradh = I see winter, by Runrig (C R MacDonald) (Runrig are the best selling band in Scotland. Their concerts sell out in hours) Chi mi'n Geamhradh Chi mi'n Geamhradh a's a' ghaoith Chan eil an sneachd 'fada bhuainn Sgothan dorch 's na craobhan ruisgt Tha an oidhche nochd fuar (I see winter in the wind the snow is not far from us dark clouds and naked trees the night is so cold) Shaoillin fhe/in gur ann an de Bha teas an t-samhraidh 'gar leaghadh Fad an fheasgair air an dun 'S tu laighe leisg ri mo thaobh (It seems like yesterday, We bathed in the warmth of summer As you lazed by my side Throughout the afternoon on the dune) Chorus: 'S iomadh oidhch 'a rinn sinn suiridhe 'S iomadh oidhch 'a rinn sinn gair 'S iomadh oidhch 'a bhithinn a' smuaintinn Gum bitheadh tu comhla rium gu brath (Many a night we courted Many a night we laughed And many a night I thought That you would remain with me forever) Chan fhan a ghrian fad na bliadhna Cha sheas an uair mar a tha i Dh'fhalbh thusa gu'n a' cheo 'S dh'fhag thu mi le mo gheamhradh (The sun would not hold all year long time would not stand still You left me for the mists Leaving me with my winter) Chorus: 'S iomadh oidhch 'a rinn sinn suiridhe 'S iomadh oidhch 'a rinn sinn gair 'S iomadh oidhch 'a bhithinn a' smuaintinn Gum bitheadh tu comhla rium gu brath (Many a night we courted Many a night we laughed And many a night I thought That you would remain with me forever) Chi mi'n Geamhradh a's a' ghaoith Chan eil an sneachd 'fada bhuainn Sgothan dorch 's na craobhan ruisgt Tha an oidhche nochd fuar (I see winter in the wind the snow is not far from us dark clouds and naked trees the night is so cold) Chorus: 'S iomadh oidhch 'a rinn sinn suiridhe 'S iomadh oidhch 'a rinn sinn gair 'S iomadh oidhch 'a bhithinn a' smuaintinn Gum bitheadh tu comhla rium gu brath (Many a night we courted Many a night we laughed And many a night I thought That you would remain with me forever) Comhla rium gu brath (with me forever)

Jungleland

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "Born To Run"
The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world As we take our stand down in Jungleland The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light Man there's an opera out on the Turnpike There's a ballet being fought out in the alley Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night The street's alive as secret debts are paid Contacts made, they vanished unseen Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. plays Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they're gone Beneath the city two hearts beat Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown The Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the night No one watches when the ambulance pulls away Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead Tonight in Jungleland

Tonight

DA BAND
(Sara) Somethin happens when you touch me I get open, and my legs starts quivering This sensation, emotions take control of me Its a temptation, i dont knows whats come over me (Babs) Yeah baby, tonights the night Ima ride that thing like a motor bike Grab my waist and hold it tight, im not frontin You think i bought a box of Lifestyle for nothin Please i got blunts you supply the weed Im the best so baby keep yo eyes on me Its about time i get mine nigga im ready And sex aint the bomb if the girl is sweaty (Chopper) Listen ma, we been chillin out for a minute And right now im in the mood to straight hit it We know enough about each other, i been patient Look, but every nigga got his limits Im tired of waitin, i feel like tonight is the night To get Bucky Ball naked and make love all night You aint gotta worry bout me bustin in quick seconds I can handle mine plus im young and energetic, you ready *Chorus (Sara) Toniiight (Babs) Yeah daddy i know you want it cuz its extra tight (Ness) Yeah mommy im gon make sure its extra right (Sara) Ill Be your Mary Jane, it aint a game, ill get ya high, toniiight (Babs) Im a bad girl and bad girls do bad things (Ness) And im a bad boy so girlfriend do your thing (Sara) Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (Fred aka Miami) So hurry up ma show me a sign I been peepin ya all night And your alright The reason im starin im comparin Some things we may have in common And tell ya comin on our plane to Bahamas I love how you abuse the charm You got a Bad Boys tellin leave them fools alone Any place that you stay i can move your home Im talkin shoppin sprees for weeks in Rome We would import 4 in the mornin we gone Off to Paris to meet Sean I cant dissapoint Mr.Combs But first i need the number to your phone *Chorus (Sara) Somethin happens when you touch me I get open and my legs starts quivering This sensation, emotions take control of me Its a temptation, i dont know whats come over me (Ness) You aint gotta act boogie or be all uptight Tonights the night E.Ness will put up a fight Best sex you ever had in your life If it turn out right fuck around gettin married tonight Rock that hand off a one night stand Hop in the van goin honeymoon in Amsterdam Tomorrow mornin we gon drive back home And smoke a lot so we can be in the twilight zone (Dylan) I wanna have you in the kitchen, put up on the dresser Throw you in the closet then undress ya Treat ya like a one night stand give ya the pressure Make you hit high notes like R&B singers will ya Chorus x2 Toniiight, uhhh HEYY, Toniiight, ohhh uh, yeahhh

To Dethrone The Witch Queen Of Mytos Kunn

Bal Sagoth
The Chronicles of War: The vast armies of Mytos K'unn, marshalled by a sorceress of great power known as Zyrashana the Witch-Queen, had been cutting a swath through the Eastern Kingdoms since high summer the preceding year. Empowering her troops with great sorceries, she had seen all opposition fall before the ravening swords of her forces since the first bloody campaign; the invasion of the ancient and noble realm of Delania. The aftermath of the final battle had seen the systematic slaughter of the Delanian royal family, and the torture and execution of all those who had been loyal to their banner. During the ensuing months, more kingdoms and satrapies toppled before the might of Zyrashana's legions, commanded by the fearsome and unswervingly loyal battle-lord Talus Ebonfyre, a man of sublime brutality whom many beleived to be possessed by a demon-spirit from the dark realms. Emboldened by their victories and the expansion of their queen's dark dominion, the hordes of Mytos K'unn began the incursion into the lands of the Northern Tribes, beginning with the grim and brooding territories south of the Snow Kingdoms... the rugged homelands of the warlike clans which had been recently united into a strong realm by the powerful warrior-king Caylen-Tor, a man known to his allies and enemies alike as the Wolf of the North. Thinking the barbaric tribesmen little threat, the Witch-Queen intends a largely unopposed march throught their lands to strike at the wealthy and fertile realms beyond the Mountain Kingdoms to the west... but Caylen-Tor has vowed that a searing torrent of blood and steel shall meet all those who deign to enter unwelcome or drive their standard unbidden into his land... As grim winter slowly yields to spring, the armies of Mytos K'unn begin their march northwards, and news of the advance of the Witch-Queen's forces into Blackhelm Vale, the valley known for centuries as the Gate to the Northlands, soon reaches the highland stronghold of Caylen-Tor. Grimly taking up his sword and spear and donning the woad of war, he vows that Zyrashana shall pay in blood for every league she has dared venture in his sacred lands. Scouts soon return with the information that the enemy is camped at the base of the valley, preparing to march with th dawn. The court shamans forsee rivers of blood and untold carnage, and great battlespells are woven as Caylen-Tor leads his vastly outnumbered Northlander warriors to the misty, moon-swathed expanse that is Blackhelm Vale. Legends say that the blood of many kings has been spilled on the dark earth of the valley over the generations, and Caylen-Tor promises to his grim gods that the earth will once again drink deep this night. With his army silent and brooding beneath the moon, he knows that whatever the outcome, this night shall see a legend of war written in blood and the deaths of men... a legend none shall soon forget... The War Testament of Caylen-Tor (On the Night of the Bloodying of Swords): O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night... Anoint us with the crimson rain, feed our steel with slaughter... Let every blow be a killing blow, grant us victory, or a warrior's death. Come, moon-fogs, Descend to cloak our numbers, the heady scent of battle beckons, My ash-hafted spear feels good in my hands, girt 'round with spells (our flesh gloriously) woad anointed, Ravens awaiting slaughter soar high above, blood-worms bloat on red carnage, I'll carve the moon-wheel in their flesh, as havoc churns the heather! A swirling mantle of mist-magic swathes us, powerful spells woven by the fen-witches of the great mere... Deep night and moon-mist shall be our allies as we surge into the fray! At my bidding, the fog clears for a brief moment, and I gaze down upon the valley to behold the army of the Witch-Queen... great tents arrayed upon the heather, powerful steeds tethered, the light from countless burning brands illumining the night, many warriors standing, weapons in hand... aye, all sword fodder. Entwined in war-fogs... Entwined by war-spells... Blessed in blood as raven-saters, slake the thirst of steel burning bright, Reap the harvest of spilled entrails, we'll return with many heads this night. The death-ravening black fury fills me, The spatter of hot blood seet on my lips, This yard of steel sings a deadly song in my grasp! Cleaving bodies left and right, a head falls with each swing of my blade, A storm of shafts screaming form yew-bows, (through their armoured ranks we shall) carve a path with steel, a blood-drenched swath! And the thirst of the earth shall be slaked with blood at the fields of carnage... A staggering sea of crimson, a towering mountain of ravaged flesh, All enraptured by the searing kiss of steel, All surfeit from supping deep of the grim chalice of battle... Brooding gods of the north, display to these outlander thralls thine ire, Envenom our blades with the death-kiss of a thousand serpents, Unfetter the dread war-wolves within us, That their claws may rend, and their jaws may be reddened. The bloodying is at hand! My spear hammers into the chest of a warrior, and bright blood erupts from his lips as he falls to the heather. I turn aside a vicious swordthrust and my own blade snakes out to cleave the neck of the attacker, shearing through his veins in a shower of dark red. An enemy blade opens my shoulder to the bone, but I sweep my axe out in a deadly arc, its iron head rending armour and biting deep into flesh. Talus Ebonfyre's abdomen yawns open and he staggers back as his intestines spew forth in a pulsing mass. I sunder his head with another blow as he falls and his skull yields to spill its steaming contents to the earth. As I watch, a writhing, shadowy form rises from the smitten corpse of the Witch- Queen's warlord and flees howling into the night... I vault to the saddle of a riderless black war-horse and seize the banner of Mytos-K'unn... for every one of us that has fallen, we have taken five of the enemy screaming with us... the battle is ours! Bright moon, gleam o'er moor and heather, wood and vale, deep fen and lake, Grim mountains crowned with snows, great rings of stones, black 'neath the stars, The storms extol our ancient glory, great mounds feed us, power from the sacred earth. With faith and steel we walk our shadowed paths, our blood runs as fire, swords blessed by sorcery. Wolves of the north, raise thine steel to the skies, revel in the pride of your wounds, Let our victory-song ride the winds of this blood-gorged eve, For on this night of red swords we have wrought a legend, Forged in the fires of our rage, and tempered with the spilled blood of the slain... O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night and always, Anoint us with the crimson rain, forever feed our steel with slaughter... Let every blow be a killing blow, grant us eternal victory, 'til we die a warrior's death. And so did Caylen-Tor turn the armies of Mytos K'unn back from the frontiers of his northern kingdom. Those enemy soldiers who fled the field as the mist lifted and their banner fell, are hunted down and brought to their knees before the king. Summoning a surviving warrior Mytos K'unn, Caylen-Tor gives unto him two gifts with which to return to his queen; one is the fallen, sundered banner of Mytos K'unn, the other is the cloven head of Talus Ebonfyre. The king's words ring out over the blood-drenched moor: Take this message back to your queen... if ever again she deigns to strike against my people, the slaughter this night will seem as naught compared to the havoc I shall visit upon her then. When news of the defeat and the fearsome message of Caylen-Tor reached Mytos K'unn, Zyrashana's spells of regal dominance waned, and her many courtiers and councillors, liberated from the imposition of subservience, plotted against their queen, 'til soon she was driven from the great royal palace by her own elite guard, her throne seized by an ambitious baron who had won the favour of the nobles and mages of the realm. Evading inprisonment and surviving only by her mastery of spellcraft, Zyrashana fled to the satrapies of the east, and nothing more was seen or heard of her for some considerable time... Lyrics: Byron Music: Jonny Maudling

Night Light

AESOP ROCK "Daylight"
Voice: Day turns Night x8 [Aesop Rock] Night Light suckas.. Put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation I did invent the wheel, in a previous generation While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement I locate my old halos and pass em out to the pavement Y'all catch a 30-second flash frame Dirty cooperative Neptune bloom head-trip split Fantastic! Fathom the splicing of major league low lifes With anti hero earthworm mentality (Godzilla!) I paste my game to zero all completion See a cretin's still a cretin even speakin' altered moniker American nightmare lost in the monitor I'll hold the door open so you can stagger through Then ten berserk and bread cookies in after you It's the gutter and I spell it with the 'G' I stole from Get the fuck up Noise crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teaming dumb luck Still I promise temperance storm breed still bleeding Amish See the freaks sucked out the bottom dropped 3 bears and a baby in a cottage And I can't sleep now Yeah, the police'll laugh You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash You won't be laughing when you're hosted by the ghost of Christmas past You won't be laughing when your blow up doll's got a headache and won't give up the ass And I lay my kicks to rest when I'm impressed So I staple-gun them to my feet This origami dream is beautiful: pull the tail watch the wings flap But you really can't do a thing with that All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day Swallow up the pieces Spit 'em at your species Reachin' the city of lost barnacles and leeches Night-light got me when the daylight went to evening Night (Light) Day (Light) x8 I'm pretty sure I got a pulse.. plus We Shimmy cross the centerfold, and our night light engulfed Just let me keep the crumbs (Please) With seven deadly stains To hear the plane to crystal conscious The results a dead-beat trying to make a dollar off a bomb threat (OK) Lift me to activism chain activate wild-style Pluto orbit Set a course then push the button I swallow spores born by the laws of a morbid glutton I can spot a drunk battalion by the Charlie Chaplin waddle Zig zag and zig 'em again before they can pull a badge out But I lash out Another thick installment of one night in Gotham like Houston we have a problem They're buffing the trains the same days the graffiti writers bomb 'em Who split how many freaks on box cuts of a high road bellow? Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow I'll try to meet the wizard But a tailgating tit-man holding an oil can won't let a hermit crab break in his new shell-toes Life's not a bitch, life is a beotch who keeps the villagers circling the marketplace out searching for the G-spot Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests Or maybe you're just an asshole; maybe I'm just an asshole Kiss the speaker wire, seaming swashbuckler or pagan thresh hold Stomach full of diner food Wings span cast black upon views Here to help release the rabbit hounds or pick apart your mood I got this friend of polar nature and it's all peace When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast Metal Captain! This cat is asking if I've seen his bit of lost passion I told him: Yeah I gave him one last look and smashed him All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day Swallow up the pieces Spit 'em at your species Reachin' the city of lost barnacles and leeches Night-light got me when the daylight went to evening Night (Light) Day (Light)..

Night Of Saint Bartholomew

Castrum
On the twenty-fourth of August, 1572 in Paris was terrible bloodshed Name of this carnage in history is the Night Of Saint-Bartholomew... In the midst of wars by religion When the rivers of blood gushed Fratricide was (with gory contagion) For the peace and name of God At the awful moonlit night Cathedral bells of Saint-Germain l'Auxerrois Sounded, rang to the infamous fight, Christian love was devitalized At the sign of all Parisian church bells Ranting hordes killed without sense When the strange nocturnal mass started Murderers from gore were soulless... At the horrible moonlit night Selected doors were stigmatized With the shameful white crosses, The poor lives doomed by death Impiety - in the name of Jesus Christ, Brutality - because of the Supernal Light Disembowelment - in the name of Angels and Saints, Dismemberment - because of the Religious Faith Torches illuminated the face of slayers, Swords and spears were in hands of slaughterers, This Unmerciful Night was Revel of the Deathmen In the Valley Of Misery, Where the river always spilt, Bloody corpses and dying victims Floated on the Sanguine Stream At this sanguinary night was bloodbath - - In the name of Christ, - - Where was Royal Law ? - - Where was Christian Love ? - In the midst of wars by religion When the streams of gore gushed Fratricide was (with bloody confusion) For the quiet and name of God At the dreadful moonlit night Cathedral bells of Saint-Germain l'Auxerrois Sounded, rang to dishonest fight, Christian laws were devitalized At the sign.....Were Soulless!

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