Lyrics of your favorite songs, post em.

[saph the sergal]

Freternia Dragonsong lyrics
The moon arise and dragons fly so proudsometimes you see themFly so high with fire in their eyesspreading their wingsThey fly under starlit skiesthroughout foreign landsAnd the stars do shineon a misty nightOn wings of steel across the skyand stars are sailing byFriend of raven,born of fireSworn enemy of manIn elvenland on mountain highthey dwell in shelter of darkness'Cause daylight burn the skin on their wingsat night the hunt beginsTo search for gold and treasures of ancient empireslord of the skiesThe harvester,the almighty onea god of smoke and fireOn wings of steel across the skyand stars are sailing byFriend of raven,born of fireSworn enemy of manThey fly under bloodred skiesand sail upon the windsAt night the hunt beginsAnd when the morning comesThe mountains call their name'til darkness falls again[Solo:P.Lund]On wings of steel across the skyand stars are sailing byFriend of raven,born of fireSworn enemy of manOn wings of steel across the skyand stars are sailing byFriend of raven,born of fireSworn enemy of man

[Cheza]

Rex Regi Rebellis by Turisas


Cold autumn rain, fields new-plowed
A sludgy bane, far from home
The time has come, our troops march on
A silent hum, a cheerful song


Den snöiga nord är vårt fädernesland
Där sprakar vår härd på den stormiga strand
Där växte vid svärdet var seniga arm
Där glödde för tro och för ära vår barm


Vi vattnade i Nevans bad var frustande häst
Han sam öfver Weichseln så glad kom till fest
Han bar öfver Rhen vart hämnade stål
Han drack utur Donau kejsarens skål


Och rida vi fram öfver slätter och hed
Så springa ur hofvarna gnistor af eld
Så haglar vårt hugg som ett hammarslag
Så ljusnar för världen en framtidsdag


In morning mist, dark lines stand still
With clenched fists, against her will
At the break of dawn, our forces assemble
A distant horn, soon cannons will rumble


A shroud of smoke, an iron breeze
A man of hope, hell unleashed
A glove of steel (sweeps the) front line down
A white lone steed, a fallen crown


Den snöiga nord är vårt fädernesland
Där sprakar vår härd på den stormiga strand
Där växte vid svärdet vår seniga arm
Där glödde för tro och för ära var barm


Hav tröst du, som suckar I mörker och band!
Vi komma, Vi komma, vi lösa din hand
Där pustar ej träl i vår frostiga nord
Friborne vi rida i fält för Guds ord


Vid Breitenfeld vi togo Pappenheim I vår famn
Vi skrefvo på Kronenbergs brynja vårt namn
Vi svedde grått skägg för Tilly vid Lech
Vi blödde med kungsblod vid Lützens häck


Och rida vi längt från vårt nordliga spår
Till glödande dufvor med blödande sår
Så smattra trumpeterna segerbud
Hugg in, tappra led! Fram! Med oss är Gud


Out of the dust, past our ranks
Came a mount without a master
Blood-stained it strode all alone
Each one knew The Oak had fallen


Hakkaa päälle Pohjan Poika!


Ride for revenge, we march again for the King and the mighty
Feel no fatigue, your wounds will heal when we've slain the foe
so greedy

[Alistair]

Anthony works in the grocery store
Savin' his pennies for some day
Mama Leone left a note on the door
She said "Sonny move out to the country"
Ah but working too hard can give you
A heart attack, ack, ack, ack, ack, ack
You ought-a know by now
Who needs a house out in Hackensack?
Is that all you get for your money?


And it seems such a waste of time
If that's what it's all about
Mama if that's movin' up then I'm movin' out
Mm I' movin' out, mm oo oo uh huh mm hm


Sergeant O'Leary is walkin the beat
At night he becomes a bartender
He works at Mister Cacciatores
Down on Sullivan Street
Across from the medical center
And he's tradin' in his Chevy for
A Cadillac ack ack ack ack ack
You ought-a know by now
If he can't drive with a broken back
At least he can polish the fenders


And it seems such a waste of time
If that's what it's all about
Mama if that's movin' up then I'm movin' out
Mm I' movin' out, mm oo oo uh huh mm hm
You should never argue with a crazy mi mi mi mi mi mind
You ought-a know by now
You can pay Uncle Sam with the overtime
Is that all you get for your money
And if that's what you have in mind
Then that's what you're all about
Good luck movin' up cause I'm movin' out
Mm I'm movin out Mm oo oo uh huh mm hm






Billy Joel - Movin Out

[The Magic Otter]

1) "mad world" by Garry Jules
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world, mad world

Enlarging your world
Mad world

[The Magic Otter]

2)"Bohemian rhapsody" by Queen

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.

Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.

Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.

Mama, ooh,
Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.

Too late, my time has come,
Sent shivers down my spine,
Body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.

Mama, ooh (anyway the wind blows),
I don't wanna die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.
(Galileo) Galileo.
(Galileo) Galileo,
Galileo Figaro
Magnifico.

I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Bismillah! We will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Bismillah! We will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Never, never let you go
Never let me go, oh.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, mama mia, mama mia (Mama mia, let me go.)
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.

(Oh, yeah, oh yeah)

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.

Anyway the wind blows.

[anoni]

California Dreamin' (Mama's and Papa's)

Please note that the ordering isn't strict, it's hard to tell what a favourite movie will be, lets start off

1 - Starship Troopers: Perhaps it's a mediocre sci-fi war film, perhaps it's doesn't have the best acting or the best storyline, but what this movie has is pure and utter awesome, mixed in with a great dose of nostalgia. Starship troopers portrays a war between the space-exploring humans and the arachnid like bugs. The film plays out like a war propaganda film, acting as a satire on the militaristic nature of our society. The film has special affects that even rival today's standards, but to me really it was a film I used to watch over and over as a kid, and so this film always has a special place in my heart.

2 - Sin City: This film is, in my opinion, a graphical masterpiece. Based of the Frank Millers acclaimed comics of the same name, Sin City follows 4 stories throughout Basin city, revealing the dark depths of humanity itself while giving a truly epic, violent and masterful experience. Sin City offers some amazing stylistic choices, for example the entire movie is black and white, save for a few key features such as red blood or the green in a women's eyes. Colour becomes a theatrical technique in itself, as the movie brilliantly blends dark action, witty humour and true grim darkness that even the most hardy movie goer will be left wanting more.

3 - Pulp Fiction: If you haven't noticed by now, I'm into the violence genre, and who better to deliver than the great mastermind directer Quentin Tarantino. While Reservior dogs, Inglorious Bastards, Django Unchained and Kill-Bill could also be on this list, I had to give the iconic Pulp Fiction the number three spot, and to leave out this entire list being filled with Quentin Tarantino, I'm going to have this as his only submission. Pulp fiction brands hilarious humour with the aesthetics of violence to give a truly unique experience you won't find in any other film.

4 - Fight Club: Fight club is an incredibly unique film, a film I haven't quite seen ever reproduced. While this film can bring people in with it's engaging storyline, perplexing characters and astonishing twist ending, it's the stuff that lies behind the initial screening that truly makes this the masterpiece. The amount of meta humour in the film is astonishing, the recurring motive of anarchism and split frame penis throughout the film is both hilarious and brings out what the film is trying to capture. Chaos is freedom, consumerism makes us robots and we are all  Tyler Durden, wanting to get out and cause as much anarchy as possible.

5 - Watchmen: Another film in the style of a comic comes Watchmen, an adaption of critically acclaimed comic of the same name by Alan Moore (the comic being considered the best comic of all time). The movie captures a lot of what made the comic good (especially in the ultimate cut), adapting the themes of identity, time, choice and All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray.
I've been for a walk on a winter's day.
I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A.;
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.

Stopped in to a church I passed along the way.
Well I got down on my knees and I pretend to pray.
You know the preacher liked the cold;
He knows I'm gonna stay.
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.

All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray.
I've been for a walk on a winter's day.
If I didn't tell her I could leave today;
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.

[Grey]

I especially love this song and it's lyrics have something about them that stirs something in me.


Who's there knocking at my window?
 The owl and the Dead Boy
 This night whispers my name
 All the dying children
 
 Virgin snow beneath my feet
 Painting the world in white
 I tread the way and lose myself into a tale
 
 Come hell or high water
 My search will go on
 Clayborn Voyage without an end
 
 A nightingale in a golden cage
 That's me locked inside reality's maze
 Come someone make my heavy heart light
 Come undone, bring me back to life
 It all starts with a lullaby
 
 Journey homeward bound
 A sound of a dolphin calling
 Tearing off the mask of man
 The tower, my sole guide
 
 This is who I am
 Escapist, paradise seeker
 Farewell, now time to fly
 Out of sight, out of time, away from all lies
 
 A nightingale in a golden cage
 That's me locked inside reality's maze
 Come someone make my heavy heart light
 Come undone, bring me back to life
 It all starts with a lullaby

[The Magic Otter]

3) here's to you
Here's to you Nicola and Bart,
rest forever here in my heart,
 the last and final moment is yours,
That agony is your triumph.
*repeat three times*   

[Gissa The Hopper]

"In The End" - Linkin Park Lyrics:

(It starts with one)
One thing I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It's so unreal
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on but didn't even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go

I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

One thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I'm surprised it got so (far)
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end

You kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There's only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There's only one thing you should know

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

[MaskaTheOtter]

Part 6 of Jethro Tull's Passion Play

We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door,
eat in the corner, talk to the floor,
cheating the spiders who come to say "Please",
(politely). They bend at the knees.
Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk of when they were young
of ladies lost and erring sons.
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends)
pure as the truth, tied at both ends.
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Scented cathedral spire pointed down.
We pray for souls in Kentish Town.
A delicate hush the gods, floating by
wishing us well, pie in the sky.
God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed
of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed).
Show me a good man and I'll show you the door.
The last hymn is sung and the devil cries "More."

[Cifero Windtail]

I Just Died In Your Arms (Tonight) by The Cutting Crew

(Keyboard prelude)


Oh I,
I just died in your arms tonight,
It must've been something you said,
I just died in your arms tonight


(guitar prelude)


I keep looking for something I can't get
Broken hearts... Lie all around me
And I don't see
An easy way
To get out of this


Her diary sits on the bedside table
The curtains are closed... The cat's in the cradle
Who would've thought
That a boy like me
Could come to this


(chorus)
WhoaohohOH
I
I just died in your arms tonight
It must've been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
Whoaohoh I
I just died in your arms tonight
It must've been some kinda kiss
I should've walked away
I should've walked away


(short guitar interlude)


Is there any just cause
For feeling like this
On the surface I'm a name on a list
I try to be discreet
But then blow it again


I'm lost and found
It's my final mistake
She's loving by proxy, no give and all take
'Cause I've
Been thrilled to fantasy
One too many times


WhoaohohOH
I
I just died in your arms tonight
It must've been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
Oh, I
I just died in your arms tonight
It must've been some kinda kiss
I should've walked away
I should've walked away


(key change)


It was a long, hot night
She made it easy
She made it feel right
Now it's over
The moment's gone
I followed my hands, not my head
I know I was wrong


(Instrumental prelude)


(All other instruments cut out but the keyboard)
Oh I
I just died in your arms tonight
It must've been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
(All instruments come back in)
I
I just died in your arms tonight
It must've been some kinda kiss
I should've walked away
I should've walked away
(instrumental playout, ending with all intruments but the keyboard cutting out and the keyboard playing the same continuous note as it slowly fades)






Vocals/Rhythm guitar: Nicholas Van Eede


Electric guitar: Kevin Scott Machmichael


Bass guitar: Colin Farley


Drums: Martin "Frosty" Beedle

[Trixsie Vixen]

California Dreamin' (Mama's and Papa's)

Please note that the ordering isn't strict, it's hard to tell what a favourite movie will be, lets start off

1 - Starship Troopers: Perhaps it's a mediocre sci-fi war film, perhaps it's doesn't have the best acting or the best storyline, but what this movie has is pure and utter awesome, mixed in with a great dose of nostalgia. Starship troopers portrays a war between the space-exploring humans and the arachnid like bugs. The film plays out like a war propaganda film, acting as a satire on the militaristic nature of our society. The film has special affects that even rival today's standards, but to me really it was a film I used to watch over and over as a kid, and so this film always has a special place in my heart.

2 - Sin City: This film is, in my opinion, a graphical masterpiece. Based of the Frank Millers acclaimed comics of the same name, Sin City follows 4 stories throughout Basin city, revealing the dark depths of humanity itself while giving a truly epic, violent and masterful experience. Sin City offers some amazing stylistic choices, for example the entire movie is black and white, save for a few key features such as red blood or the green in a women's eyes. Colour becomes a theatrical technique in itself, as the movie brilliantly blends dark action, witty humour and true grim darkness that even the most hardy movie goer will be left wanting more.

3 - Pulp Fiction: If you haven't noticed by now, I'm into the violence genre, and who better to deliver than the great mastermind directer Quentin Tarantino. While Reservior dogs, Inglorious Bastards, Django Unchained and Kill-Bill could also be on this list, I had to give the iconic Pulp Fiction the number three spot, and to leave out this entire list being filled with Quentin Tarantino, I'm going to have this as his only submission. Pulp fiction brands hilarious humour with the aesthetics of violence to give a truly unique experience you won't find in any other film.

4 - Fight Club: Fight club is an incredibly unique film, a film I haven't quite seen ever reproduced. While this film can bring people in with it's engaging storyline, perplexing characters and astonishing twist ending, it's the stuff that lies behind the initial screening that truly makes this the masterpiece. The amount of meta humour in the film is astonishing, the recurring motive of anarchism and split frame penis throughout the film is both hilarious and brings out what the film is trying to capture. Chaos is freedom, consumerism makes us robots and we are all  Tyler Durden, wanting to get out and cause as much anarchy as possible.

5 - Watchmen: Another film in the style of a comic comes Watchmen, an adaption of critically acclaimed comic of the same name by Alan Moore (the comic being considered the best comic of all time). The movie captures a lot of what made the comic good (especially in the ultimate cut), adapting the themes of identity, time, choice and All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray.
I've been for a walk on a winter's day.
I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A.;
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.

Stopped in to a church I passed along the way.
Well I got down on my knees and I pretend to pray.
You know the preacher liked the cold;
He knows I'm gonna stay.
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.

All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray.
I've been for a walk on a winter's day.
If I didn't tell her I could leave today;
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.

I don't remember most of these lyrics Anoni


In the Summertime - Roger Miller



In the summertime
When all the trees and leaves are green
And the redbird sings, I'll be blue
'Cause you don't want my love


Some other time
That's what you say, when I want you
Then you laugh at me and make me cry
'Cause you don't want my love


You don't seem to care a thing about me
You'd rather live without me
Than to have my arms around you
When the nights are cold and you're so all alone


In the summertime
When all the trees and leaves are green
And the redbird sings, I'll be blue
'Cause you don't want my love


Once upon a time
You used to smile and wave to me
And walk with me but now you don't
'Cause you don't want my love


Some other guy
Is takin' up all your time
Now you don't have time for me
You don't want my love


You don't seem to care a thing about me
You'd rather live without me
Than to have my arms around you
When the nights are cold and you're so all alone


In the summertime
When all the trees and leaves are green
And the redbird sings, [Incomprehensible]
'Cause you don't want my love

[anoni]

I have no idea how that happened xD

[Trixsie Vixen]

^LOL, proof a good review doesn't make a great song


Motorpsycho Nightmare - Bob Dylan


I pounded on a farmhouse
Lookin' for a place to stay
I was mighty, mighty tired
I had come a long, long way
I said, "Hey, hey, in there
Is there anybody home ?
I was standin' on the steps
Feelin' must alone
Well, out comes a farmer
He must have thought that I was nuts
He immediately looked at me
And stuck a gun into my guts


I fell down
To my bended knees
Saying, "I dig farmers
Don't shoot me please"
He cocked his rifle
And began to shout
"You're that travelin' salesman
That I have heard about"v I said, "No ! No ! No !
I'm a doctor and it's true
I'm a clean-cut kid
And I been to college too".


Then in comes his daughter
Whose name was Rita
She looked like she stepped out of
La Dolce Vita
I immediately tried to cool it
With her dad
And told him what a
Nice, pretty farm he had
He said, "What do doctors
Know about farms, pray tell ?"
I said, "I was born
At the bottom of a wishing well".


Well, by the dirt 'neath my nails
I guess he knew I wouldn't lie
He said "I guess, you're tired"
He said, kinds sly
I said, "Yes, ten thousand miles
Today I drove"
He said, "I got a bed for you
Underneath the stove
Just one condition
You got to sleep right now
That you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning, milk the cow".


I was sleepin' like a rat
When I heard something jerkin'
There stood Rita
Lookin' just like Tony Perkins
She said, "Would you like to take a shower ?
I'll show you up to the door"
I said, "Oh, no, no
I've been through this movie before
I knew I had to split
But I didn't know how
When she said,
"Would you like to take that shower now ?"


Well, I couldn't leave
Unless the old man chased me out
'Cause I'd already promised
That I'd milk his cows
I had to say something
To strike him very weird
So I yelled out
"I like Fidel Castro and his beard"
Rita looked offended
But she got out of the way
As he came charging down the stairs
Sayin', "What's that I heard you say ?"


I said, "I like Fidel Castrov I think you heard me right"
And I ducked as he swung
At me with all his might
Rita mumbled something
'Bout her mother on the hill
As his fist hit the icebox
He said he's going to kill me
If I don't get out of the door
In two seconds flat
"Your unpatriotic
Rotten doctor Commie rat".


Well, he threw a Reader's Digest
At my head and I did run
I did a somersault
As I seen him get his gun
And chrashed through the window
At a hundred miles an hour
And landed fully blast
In his garden flowers
Rita said, "Come back"
As he started to load
The sun was comin' up
And I was runnin' down the road.


Well, I don't figure I'll be back
There for a spell
Even though Rita moved away
And got a job in a motel
He still waits for me
Constant on the sky
He wants to turn me in
To the FBI
Me, I romp and stomping
Thankful as a romp
Without freedom of speech
I might be in the swamp.

[anoni]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZtU2U4rLFA

Shadows on a scorched horizon
Like a wall we stand
Arizona roarin', risin'
From the scalded sand

The cries of a dead world
Callin' out in pain
Red skies on the desert
Are the blood in a ranger's veins

Static on a distant signal
Gonna fade to wind
Iron in my blistered fingers
Leather-made my skin

The cries of a dead world
Callin' out in pain
Red skies on the desert
Are the blood in a ranger's veins

Scorpion tales and cyborg blues
Prophets of doom they spread bad news

The cries of a dead world
Callin' out in pain
Red skies on the desert
Are the blood in a ranger's veins


Makes we want to play/make a game similar to this