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The Last Crusade
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Title song of 'Ragnarok: The Last Crusade'. A powerful epic masterpiece of melodic black metal.
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The 666. A Swedish gothic metal band created in 1996. An outstanding blend of dark ethereal sound and powerful rhythms.
The 666 is a Swedish gothic metal band founded in 1996 in Uppsala. Initially consisting of four members, it has now grown to six, and together with Children of the Night and Firewalker form the so-called 'Triple Alliance', which is now well-known throughout the Swedish metal and rock underground. The 666 have created sixteen full-length albums and a number of single editions, which have rocked the Swedish gothic scene for the last decade.
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Genre
Metal • Goth Metal
Charts
Peak #89
Peak in subgenre #8
Author
Music: Andersson, Kvarme, Salstrom
Rights
The 666
Uploaded
December 31, 2005
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:14
Lyrics
O, well done! I commend your pains; And everyone shall share i' the gains. And now about the cauldron sing, Like elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes:-- I conjure you, by that which you profess,-- Howe'er you come to know it,--answer me: Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Against the churches; even till destruction. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff; Beware the Thane of Fife.--Dismiss me:--enough. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn The power of man, for none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill Shall come against him. Another yet!--A seventh!--I'll see no more:-- And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass. Horrible sight!--Now I see 'tis true; For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, Come,sisters, cheer we up his sprites, And show the best of our delights; I'll charm the air to give a sound, While you perform your antic round; That this great king may kindly say, Our duties did his welcome pay.
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