Abri o topico para falarmos desta grande banda, que no Minimo é um marco na Historia da Musica em geral
Abro agora com uma musica especialmente para os Flankeiros de plantao
Mother Russia
Dance of Tsars
Hold up your head
remember who are you
can you release
the anger, the grief
can you be happy
now your people are free
Iron Maiden
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Iron Maiden
Somos memórias de lobos que rasgam a pele
Lobos que foram homens e o tornarão a ser
ou talvez memórias de homens.
que insistem em não rasgar a pele
Homens que procuram ser lobos
mas que jamais o tornarão a ser...
Moonspell - Full Moon Madness
Lobos que foram homens e o tornarão a ser
ou talvez memórias de homens.
que insistem em não rasgar a pele
Homens que procuram ser lobos
mas que jamais o tornarão a ser...
Moonspell - Full Moon Madness
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O Iron tem muitas musicas relacionadas a Guerras, Avioes, postem ai
Somos memórias de lobos que rasgam a pele
Lobos que foram homens e o tornarão a ser
ou talvez memórias de homens.
que insistem em não rasgar a pele
Homens que procuram ser lobos
mas que jamais o tornarão a ser...
Moonspell - Full Moon Madness
Lobos que foram homens e o tornarão a ser
ou talvez memórias de homens.
que insistem em não rasgar a pele
Homens que procuram ser lobos
mas que jamais o tornarão a ser...
Moonspell - Full Moon Madness
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Aces High
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble weve got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack.
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks theres no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before its too late.
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live. aces high.
Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again.
Bandits at 8 oclock move in behind us
Ten me-109s out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press down my guns
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high.
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble weve got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack.
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks theres no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before its too late.
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live. aces high.
Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again.
Bandits at 8 oclock move in behind us
Ten me-109s out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press down my guns
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high.
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The Trooper! ![8-]](./images/smilies/icon_cool.gif "Cool")
Youll take my life but Ill take yours too
Youll fire you musket but Ill run you through
So when your waiting for the next attack
Youd better stand theres no turning back
The bugle sounds as the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of arcrid smoke and horses breath
As you plunge into a certain death
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We wont live to fight another day
We get so close near enough to fight
When a russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My bodys numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan
Youll take my life but Ill take yours too
Youll fire you musket but Ill run you through
So when your waiting for the next attack
Youd better stand theres no turning back
The bugle sounds as the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of arcrid smoke and horses breath
As you plunge into a certain death
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We wont live to fight another day
We get so close near enough to fight
When a russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My bodys numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan
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Meu preferido, tenho todos os disco da antiga fase... tudo vinil....
Minhas preferidas...
Rime the ancient mariner
Where eagles dare
seventh son of seventh son
Childrens of dammed
aces
tem o bruce dickinson tocando queem com a montserat cabalé que é um barato...
vocês sabiam que o vocalista do iron coleciona blindados ?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pg15U2ruOZc
Minhas preferidas...
Rime the ancient mariner
Where eagles dare
seventh son of seventh son
Childrens of dammed
aces
tem o bruce dickinson tocando queem com a montserat cabalé que é um barato...
vocês sabiam que o vocalista do iron coleciona blindados ?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pg15U2ruOZc
Conheça os livros que muitos não querem que você leia:
http://www.livrariabrasil.net
http://www.livrariabrasil.net
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Bom quem tem menos de 40 ja deve ter tido uma camisa preta, um Kichute ou um All-Star e ter ido a algum show de metal, e se perdido ouvindo iron
Iron e Vodka foram coisas constantes na minha adolescencia
Iron e Vodka foram coisas constantes na minha adolescencia
Somos memórias de lobos que rasgam a pele
Lobos que foram homens e o tornarão a ser
ou talvez memórias de homens.
que insistem em não rasgar a pele
Homens que procuram ser lobos
mas que jamais o tornarão a ser...
Moonspell - Full Moon Madness
Lobos que foram homens e o tornarão a ser
ou talvez memórias de homens.
que insistem em não rasgar a pele
Homens que procuram ser lobos
mas que jamais o tornarão a ser...
Moonspell - Full Moon Madness
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RUNNING SILENT, RUNNING DEEP, bando de tias cahuineras 
Iron Maiden - Run Silent, Run Deep Lyrics
The convoy lights are dead ahead
The merchantmen lay in their bed
The thump of diesels hammers down
In the oily sea-the killing ground
His knuckles white his eyes alight
He slams the hatch on the deadly night
A cunning fox in the chickens lair
A hound of hell and the devil don't care
chorus:
Running silent,running deep,we are your final prayer
Warriors in secret sleep,a merchantman's nightmare
A silent death lies waiting, for all of you below
Running silent,running deep,sink into your silent sleep
Chill the hearts of fighting men
In open ocean wondering when?
The lethal silver fish will fly
The boat will shiver-men will die
A cast of millions-a part to play
Killer? victim? or fool for a day
Obeying an order-men have to die
Us or them - a well rehearsed lie
chorus
The lifeboats shattered the hull is torn
The tar black smell of burning oil
On the way down to Davy Jones
Every man for himself - you're on your own
The wolf eyes watch the crosswire
'Stern tubes ready','aim and fire'
They can pin some medal on your chest
But in two more weeks - dead like the rest
chorus
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2 MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT
Iron Maiden - 2 Minutes To Midnight Lyrics
Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
To Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that treaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The blind men shout "Let the creatures out
We'll show the unbeliverers."
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast ... yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that treaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that treaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night.
Iron Maiden - Run Silent, Run Deep Lyrics
The convoy lights are dead ahead
The merchantmen lay in their bed
The thump of diesels hammers down
In the oily sea-the killing ground
His knuckles white his eyes alight
He slams the hatch on the deadly night
A cunning fox in the chickens lair
A hound of hell and the devil don't care
chorus:
Running silent,running deep,we are your final prayer
Warriors in secret sleep,a merchantman's nightmare
A silent death lies waiting, for all of you below
Running silent,running deep,sink into your silent sleep
Chill the hearts of fighting men
In open ocean wondering when?
The lethal silver fish will fly
The boat will shiver-men will die
A cast of millions-a part to play
Killer? victim? or fool for a day
Obeying an order-men have to die
Us or them - a well rehearsed lie
chorus
The lifeboats shattered the hull is torn
The tar black smell of burning oil
On the way down to Davy Jones
Every man for himself - you're on your own
The wolf eyes watch the crosswire
'Stern tubes ready','aim and fire'
They can pin some medal on your chest
But in two more weeks - dead like the rest
chorus
=================================
2 MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT
Iron Maiden - 2 Minutes To Midnight Lyrics
Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
To Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that treaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The blind men shout "Let the creatures out
We'll show the unbeliverers."
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast ... yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that treaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that treaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night.
*Turn on the news and eat their lies*
O que falar de Iron Maiden... Se o Black Sabbath criou a merda, foi o Iron que jogou ela no ventilador (que poético...) 
Tenho ouvido muito o ultimo play deles, A Matter Of Life And Death, fala muito sobre guerras, conflitos ideologicos e religiosos, bomba atomica e essas coisas do capeta ai... O disco é muito bom, arrisco inclusive a dizer que é o melhor desde o poderoso Seventh Son of a Seventh Son!
Tenho ouvido muito o ultimo play deles, A Matter Of Life And Death, fala muito sobre guerras, conflitos ideologicos e religiosos, bomba atomica e essas coisas do capeta ai... O disco é muito bom, arrisco inclusive a dizer que é o melhor desde o poderoso Seventh Son of a Seventh Son!