(Verse 1) Dans l'obscurité du néant, Une voix grave, un chant percutant, façonne des mondes d'un geste, Créateur de rêves et de quêtes funestes. (Refrain) La Voix de l'Univers, le maître du destin, Lance ses dés, dessine leur chemin, Cruel ou juste, en secret il les guide, Les Lions d'Argent, ses aventuriers intrépides. (Verse 2) Entre ses mains, la vie prend son essor, Des créatures naissent, des monstres encore, Marionnettiste des cieux et des enfers, Tous le prient pour éviter sa colère. (Refrain) La Voix de l'Univers, le maître du destin, Lance ses dés, dessine leur chemin, Cruel ou juste, en secret il les guide, Les Lions d'Argent, ses aventuriers intrépides. (guitar solo) (Pont) Les héros brillent sous son regard, De leur intelligence, ils font leur rempart, Il récompense ceux qui osent défier, Les ténèbres et l'ombre de ses dés. (Verse 3) Dans le silence, sa voix résonne encore, Les créatures s'éveillent dans de nouveaux décors, Mystérieux architecte, il anime les cieux, Avantasia nait sous ses doigts audacieux. (Refrain) La Voix de l'Univers, le maître du destin, Lance ses dés, dessine leur chemin, Cruel ou juste, en secret il les guide, Les Lions d'Argent, ses aventuriers intrépides. (Outro) Ecoute la Voix de l'Univers (x2) Écoute la Voix qui murmure au loin, Elle tient nos vies, notre destin, Elle raconte à la fois l'infini et le néant, Elle guide nos âmes vaillantes, au-delà du présent.
hard rock heavy metal, deep rough voice of male warrior
French
Epic, empowering, mysterious
This song is suitable for fantasy-themed projects, video games, or as a soundtrack for epic battles or adventures. It can also be used to create a dark and intense atmosphere.
The lyrics evoke a deep and powerful narrative set in a fantasy world, with references to creation, destiny, heroes, and cosmic forces. The guitar solo adds a dynamic element to the song, while the use of a deep, rough male voice enhances the warrior-like feel of the piece.
[Verse] Static noise screamin Through the speakers loud Friday night ritual Tunes that shake the crowd [Verse 2] Hosts got opinions Top 5's like a prayer Debates in the darkness Who got the flair [Chorus] Waves across the water New episode's live Turn the volume higher Feel the music thrive [Verse 3] Album reviews brutal No holds barred assault Praise or they trash it No one at fault [Verse 4] Late night confessions Vinyl dreams untold Each note like a bullet Shot from the soul [Chorus] Waves across the water New episode's live Turn the volume higher Feel the music thrive
Verse 1 Riding down to Mikro Emvolo, Where the junk piles high and the waves below, We got old furniture, boats, and doors, Rockin’ to the beat, hear the mighty roars. Pre-Chorus With a sofa on my back, and a chair in my hand, We’re the junkdealers, making our stand, Feel the power of the rock, it’s in our veins, To the edge of the cliff, where freedom reigns. Chorus We’re throwing it off, off the cliff tonight, To the sound of the thunder, in the moonlight, We’re the kings of the junk, Mikro Emvolo’s pride, To the rhythm of rock, we take the ride. Verse 2 With the weight of the world, we lift and we strain, But the riffs of the guitar, they ease the pain, To the edge we march, where the sea meets the sky, With the thunderous beat, we’re flying high. Pre-Chorus Heavy boats and doors, with a mighty heave, In the pulse of the rock, we believe, Feel the crash below, as we throw it free, In the heart of the night, our destiny. Chorus We’re throwing it off, off the cliff tonight, To the sound of the thunder, in the moonlight, We’re the kings of the junk, Mikro Emvolo’s pride, To the rhythm of rock, we take the ride. Bridge (Guitar Solo) Verse 3 As the moonlight shines, on the cliffside edge, We cast off the weight, make our solemn pledge, In the rock and roll, we find our might, In the power of the thunder, we ignite. Chorus We’re throwing it off, off the cliff tonight, To the sound of the thunder, in the moonlight, We’re the kings of the junk, Mikro Emvolo’s pride, To the rhythm of rock, we take the ride. Outro With a final throw, and a final cheer, To the sound of the rock, we conquer fear, Junkdealers forever, in the thunder’s embrace, At Mikro Emvolo, we find our place. Outro (Instrumental) (Extended guitar outro, heavy and energetic, fading out)
[Verse] Thunder roars, sky split wide open Gods descend, wingspan out in motion Mortals kneel, fear got 'em chokin' End times here, apocalypse spoken [Bridge] Trumpets blare, fire in the distance Chaos reigns, no more resistance Divine power scorched the earth senseless Worlds collapse, mortals feel defenseless [Chorus] Bow down now, gods reclaim thrones Kneel before might, flesh and bones End of days, pay back our loans Judgment dawn, hear the groans [Verse 2] Blood-red sky, moon turned black Rivers run dry, sanity cracks Beast unleashed, fury attacks Mortals cry, can't turn back [Bridge] Eternal night, no escape in sight Soul-clad flight, shadows take flight Sacrifice made, fate sealed tight Gods' wrath rules, dimming light [Chorus] Bow down now, gods reclaim thrones Kneel before might, flesh and bones End of days, pay back our loans Judgment dawn, hear the groans
Intro (Instrumental) (Heavy guitar riff) Verse 1 Under the scorching sun at Mikro Emvolo’s peak, Where the waves crash below and the seagulls shriek, A group of junkdealers, with muscles like steel, Heave ancient sofas and doors on their wheels. Verse 2 With rock music blaring, it fuels their might, They carry old furniture through the heat and the fight, Heavy chairs and boats, they drag to the edge, Ready to roll them off, to the ocean's pledge. Chorus Throw it off, throw it off, hear the crashing sound, To the beat of the drums, to the riffs that astound, Sofas and doors, they take their final flight, To the roar of the rock, through the day and the night. Verse 3 Sweat pours like rain, but they don’t break stride, With each heavy load, they’re filled with pride, The cliffs of Mikro Emvolo, their battlefield, Where the junk meets the sea, and their fate is sealed. Chorus Throw it off, throw it off, hear the crashing sound, To the beat of the drums, to the riffs that astound, Sofas and doors, they take their final flight, To the roar of the rock, through the day and the night. Guitar Solo Verse 4 Echoes of the past in each creaking frame, Every throw off the cliff, ignites a flame, With every beat of the drum, their spirits soar, They toss the weight of the world, and then they ask for more. Chorus Throw it off, throw it off, hear the crashing sound, To the beat of the drums, to the riffs that astound, Sofas and doors, they take their final flight, To the roar of the rock, through the day and the night. Outro In the heart of the music, they find their release, With every piece of junk, they find their peace, Junkdealers of Mikro Emvolo, in the sun’s fierce light, To the rhythm of rock, they battle their plight. Outro (Instrumental) (Extended guitar outro, fading out)
Dlaczego skrzydła co miały mnie wznieść sprawić, że w końcu będę mógł latać. Potrafią tak bardzo pod kurtką gnieść a świat mi każe nimi zamiatać ulice z brudu i syfu ludzkiego tak obecnego tu na tej ziemi. Nie umiem odgadnąć , zrozumieć tego, że ludzie na zło są głusi i niemi. Nie zgadzam się żyć wśród tego mozołu. Nie będę bierny na ludzką krzywdę. Powstanę niczym feniks z popiołu, choćbym miał życiu zapłacić grzywnę. Chcę walczyć o to by było tu znośnie nie tylko dla mnie, ale dla świata. Bym nie usłyszał od ludzi -Wynoś się !- tylko- Popatrzcie na skrzydłach on lata!-
Intro (Instrumental) (Heavy guitar riff) Verse 1 Under the scorching sun at Mikro Emvolo’s peak, Where the waves crash below and the seagulls shriek, A group of junkdealers, with muscles like steel, Heave ancient sofas and doors on their wheels. Verse 2 With rock music blaring, it fuels their might, They carry old furniture through the heat and the fight, Heavy chairs and boats, they drag to the edge, Ready to roll them off, to the ocean's pledge. Chorus Throw it off, throw it off, hear the crashing sound, To the beat of the drums, to the riffs that astound, Sofas and doors, they take their final flight, To the roar of the rock, through the day and the night. Verse 3 Sweat pours like rain, but they don’t break stride, With each heavy load, they’re filled with pride, The cliffs of Mikro Emvolo, their battlefield, Where the junk meets the sea, and their fate is sealed. Chorus Throw it off, throw it off, hear the crashing sound, To the beat of the drums, to the riffs that astound, Sofas and doors, they take their final flight, To the roar of the rock, through the day and the night. Guitar Solo Verse 4 Echoes of the past in each creaking frame, Every throw off the cliff, ignites a flame, With every beat of the drum, their spirits soar, They toss the weight of the world, and then they ask for more. Chorus Throw it off, throw it off, hear the crashing sound, To the beat of the drums, to the riffs that astound, Sofas and doors, they take their final flight, To the roar of the rock, through the day and the night. Outro In the heart of the music, they find their release, With every piece of junk, they find their peace, Junkdealers of Mikro Emvolo, in the sun’s fierce light, To the rhythm of rock, they battle their plight. Outro (Instrumental) (Extended guitar outro, fading out)
Verse 1 In a classroom where legends are made, Stands a figure of power, a whirlwind in grade, Mandaltsis, the teacher, a beast of the wild, With wisdom and strength, he's a force, he's a guide. Verse 2 In the back of the room, there's Mitsos, oh please, He's a chubby little guy who smells like cheese, But there's more to this kid than the scent he brings, Together with Mandaltsis, he spreads his wings. Chorus Oh Mandaltsis, a legend known worldwide, With Mitsos by his side, they conquer the tide, They do the Mitsosi, a dance of the brave, In the rock and the roll, their spirits will rave. Verse 3 Mitsos might stumble, but he never falls, With Mandaltsis beside him, he conquers it all, Through battles of knowledge, through struggles and tears, They rise up together, confronting their fears. Chorus Oh Mandaltsis, a legend known worldwide, With Mitsos by his side, they conquer the tide, They do the Mitsosi, a dance of the brave, In the rock and the roll, their spirits will rave. Bridge Guitar solo. Verse 4 Mandaltsis roars, like a beast of nature’s storm, In the classroom and beyond, he reforms the norm, Mitsos stands tall, with cheese on his skin, Together they’re warriors, in knowledge they win. Chorus Oh Mandaltsis, a legend known worldwide, With Mitsos by his side, they conquer the tide, They do the Mitsosi, a dance of the brave, In the rock and the roll, their spirits will rave. Outro Yeah, they do the Mitsosi, a power unmatched, In the annals of legends, their stories attached, Mandaltsis and Mitsos, a duo so bold, In the heart of the rock, their legacy told.
(Verse 1) Rolling down the highway, under the sun’s golden glow, With the old Bova Futura, it's the slowest way to go. From city lights to countryside, we’re struggling on this arc, This coach is our companion, though it smells a bit like lark. (Chorus) Old Bova Futura, taking us far and wide, On the open road together, it’s a bumpy, smelly ride. Every mile and every turn, with a gear that takes an age, With the Futura’s spirit, we’re just trying to escape the cage. (Verse 2) Seats are worn and lumpy, windows barely clear, Every traveler’s nightmare, every wanderer’s jeer. Gears take 30 seconds, oh the ride is not so sweet, In the heart of the Futura, it’s survival on each street. (Chorus) Old Bova Futura, taking us far and wide, On the open road together, it’s a bumpy, smelly ride. Every mile and every turn, with a gear that takes an age, With the Futura’s spirit, we’re just trying to escape the cage. (Bridge) Mountains high and valleys low, through the wind and rain, The Futura keeps on rolling, though we groan in pain. Engine hums a weary tune, tires barely sound, In the heart of this old journey, freedom's barely found. (Chorus) Old Bova Futura, taking us far and wide, On the open road together, it’s a bumpy, smelly ride. Every mile and every turn, with a gear that takes an age, With the Futura’s spirit, we’re just trying to escape the cage. (Outro) So here’s to many miles more, with Markolefas at the wheel, Through every twist and turn, we’re enduring what we feel. Old Bova Futura, our rusty, smelly friend, On the road of endless journeys, we hope it soon will end.
I am a gamer, on a killing streak, With a full list of skills and tricks, Sorry but I ain’t no cheat That’s only training and drills. Forged in war games, long ago, It flows through my veins, cold and raw, Hardcore is the only way I know. I feed on the fear of the devil inside of the enemy faces in my sights: Aim with the mouse, Shoot in a click, Frags with speed of a three headed snake. I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, I play to win, (I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, I play to win,) I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, and this is my sin, (I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, and this is my sin,) Come to the nightmare, come to me, deep down in the dark where the devil be, I never give up, so do my team, Smile for the camera, we’re on stream. Cry me a river, and you can kiss my ass. I'll flood the server in a sea of brass. One more win, and you’ll logging off, Bow to us, and praise your boss. I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, I play to win, (I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, I play to win,) I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, and this is my sin, (I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, and this is my sin,) I made the devil himself turn and run, I am a gamer, and this is my song In to the night, I will fight it on Oorah ! Gamers of Mayhem ! Get Some!
I am a gamer, on a killing streak, With a full list of skills and tricks, Sorry but I ain’t no cheat That’s only training and drills. Forged in war games, long ago, It flows through my veins, cold and raw, Hardcore is the only way I know. I feed on the fear of the devil inside of the enemy faces in my sights: Aim with the mouse, Shoot in a click, Frags with speed of a three headed snake. I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, I play to win, (I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, I play to win,) I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, and this is my sin, (I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, and this is my sin,) Come to the nightmare, come to me, deep down in the dark where the devil be, I never give up, so do my team, Smile for the camera, we’re on stream. Cry me a river, and you can kiss my ass. I'll flood the server in a sea of brass. One more win, and you’ll logging off, Bow to us, and praise your boss. I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, I play to win, (I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, I play to win,) I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, and this is my sin, (I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, and this is my sin,) I made the devil himself turn and run, I am a gamer, and this is my song In to the night, I will fight it on Oorah ! Gamers of Mayhem ! Get Some!
I am a gamer, on a killing streak, With a full list of skills and tricks, Sorry but I ain’t no cheat That’s only training and drills. Forged in war games, long ago, It flows through my veins, cold and raw, Hardcore is the only way I know. I feed on the fear of the devil inside of the enemy faces in my sights: Aim with the mouse, Shoot in a click, Frags with speed of a three headed snake. I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, I play to win, (I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, I play to win,) I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, and this is my sin, (I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, and this is my sin,) Come to the nightmare, come to me, deep down in the dark where the devil be, I never give up, so do my team, Smile for the camera, we’re on stream. Cry me a river, and you can kiss my ass. I'll flood the server in a sea of brass. One more win, and you’ll logging off, Bow to us, and praise your boss. I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, I play to win, (I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, I play to win,) I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, and this is my sin, (I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, and this is my sin,) I made the devil himself turn and run, I am a gamer, and this is my song In to the night, I will fight it on Oorah ! Gamers of Mayhem ! Get Some!
I am a gamer, on a killing streak, With a full list of skills and tricks, Sorry but I ain’t no cheat That’s only training and drills. Forged in war games, long ago, It flows through my veins, cold and raw, Hardcore is the only way I know. I feed on the fear of the devil inside of the enemy faces in my sights: Aim with the mouse, Shoot in a click, Frags with speed of a three headed snake. I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, I play to win, (I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, I play to win,) I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, and this is my sin, (I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, and this is my sin,) Come to the nightmare, come to me, deep down in the dark where the devil be, I never give up, so do my team, Smile for the camera, we’re on stream. Cry me a river, and you can kiss my ass. I'll flood the server in a sea of brass. One more win, and you’ll logging off, Bow to us, and praise your boss. I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, I play to win, (I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, I play to win,) I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, and this is my sin, (I’m a Gamer of Mayhem, and this is my sin,) I made the devil himself turn and run, I am a gamer, and this is my song In to the night, I will fight it on Oorah ! Gamers of Mayhem ! Get Some!
