Love / Hate music topic.

[Vilkacis]

Uuuu šitas ar smuks - Love!


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Nu tad grupu ko radīja arī pāris Windir dalībnieki!

[FrozenHeart]

Vokāls patika, bet pārējais kaut kā neuzrunāja, HATE.


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[Poga]

tā, normāli itkā - tikai vācu valoda mazliet tā, ne visai šoreiz likās iederīgi. LOVE


sorr,man riktīgi iecepī šitā dziesma!!

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[FrozenHeart]

Patika piedziedājums, bet pārējais ne sevišķi, ne īsti LOVE, ne HATE.


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[Exorcist]

Pārāk gōtiski (lasīt: šķidri). Hate.


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[FrozenHeart]

Patīk, īpaši sākums, LOVE.


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Šitas baigi jumtu rauj.

BURN,
BURN,
BURN,
BURN !!!

[Snifs]

man gan ne jumtu nerauj ne ko. HATE. tāds standarta gabals nedaudz liekas


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klipu ar ir jēga skatīties

[Oscarius]

Tā! nu kā te jums tas darās?
laikam šitā
LOVE un pārējās dziesmas arī


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[Poga]

nea, man kaut kā galīgi nepaķer šitās meitenes vokāls.. HATE



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[BladeOfDarkness]

Vokāls galīgi nepatīk. HATE.

W:O:A 2010 labākā grupa - Lake of Tears


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[Poga]

LOVE, es arī gribētu redzēt/dzirdēt live...


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[Vilkacis]

ŪŪŪ man tīk, vizuālais ieskaitot.


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He he he

[Jenotsuns]

LOVE. Patīk Darkthrone, abos variantos.


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[Shaitael]

LOVE

Zigmārs Liepiņš un Māra Zālīte, un, protams, es

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVC-z71OoHc

[Vilkacis]

Ē šitas smuks gabals.


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Liriski un muzikāli viens no vislabākajiem šīs grupas darbiem!

Daughter of the forest,
With a pine garland on her head.
Binded from twigs and thorns,
Unsightly, yet radiant,
Beloved of the woods.

Daughter of the forest,
With mud and soil on her face.
But no amount of dirt can hide her grace.
Once revered, now alone,
Relic from the olden days

Her altar was built from the sighs of gods,
Covered in wild roses, ash, and thorns.
Look into the fire and you'll see her shape,
Dancing wildly, winding like a snake.

Her altar was built from the sighs of gods,
Covered in wild roses, ash, and thorns.
Look into the fire and you'll see her shape,
Dancing wildly, winding like a snake.

Daughter of the forest,
Beloved of the woods.
No one calls her name anymore.
No one stares into the flames anymore.

Her altar was built from the sighs of gods,
Covered in wild roses, ash, and thorns.
Look into the fire and you'll see her shape,
Dancing wildly, winding like a snake.