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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kwh6078A-VU
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The entire Iron Maiden discography
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jREUrbGGrgM
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Today's Queen Sforza's great ball,
Mice were poisoned, lanterns hung
and they paid off the singers.
I feel my jester face paling,
for I just read about loss of Smoleńsk,
but where's Smoleńsk, where's Kraków.

Message is sure, signatures and stamps,
but the queen frowns upon it.
Bills worry her much more.
I tie my fingers, lazy and tired,
because here is surely a dozen generals,
and they have a jolly good time!

If I could move the greatest of bells,
I'd bring them to the highest tone,
and ring them, ring in alarm!
But with jingles on my cap
and my bauble as an advisor,
who, oh who can I alert!

"Stańczyk!" - they cry -"Bring him to us"
Music and food had started to bore them.
They need to laugh at the fool.
I'm not a good jester for this times,
among the silk and golden tassels
find me a buyer for wisdom.

But no wisdom replaces the feelings,
that are with me this night, like all others.
No matter how loud's the music
I sit here, like a mute,
but why the jingles miserably ring.

This mad woman hungry for power,
swaps documents, ignores raports,
she carries out secret treaties!
Tell me she's wise, of a great family,
that east is to be ruled by west hand,
but I can't stand that bitch!
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5LxWDy_ung
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>>589159
If you don't listen to period songs, you should just off yourself
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Blessed from the eternal sky, born to the steppe
With a name that echoes the world, uniting the great blue skied Mongols
The courageous Mongol Genghis
The holy lord Genghis...
Mind strong as steel (disciplined), even in the burning wounds from swords
On earth, as powerful as planetary birds

The courageous Mongol Genghis
The holy lord Genghis
Blessed from the sky above, claimed half of the world
Embedded his spirit, in the Majestic mighty world.

The courageous Mongol Genghis
The holy lord Genghis

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1rmo3fKeveo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzoWJ33bJRg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MLrWgXAOyo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UdPuDhlTwwc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yN85zA8Jqs8
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why are sea shanties so god tier?
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>>589523
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olB5Jwx90lU
Have one, then. Written by Ivan Mazepa himself which is quite interesting.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AthwWUYHHHk

Frændir teir á skógin ríða
Við so góðum treysti
Sóu brenna heitan eld
Og hartil fagrar kostir
Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja
Stíga á sínar hestar teir springa
Hoyrast kundi langen veg sum teirra sporar ringja
Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja

If we live and we die, it it’s based on a lie
So we come, we go, who knows just why

Places I’ve seen in decay
Things that I’ve known fade away
People I know never stay
Things that I am yesterday

Frændir teir á skógin ríða
Við so góðum treysti
Sóu brenna heitan eld
Og hartil fagrar kostir
Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja
Stíga á sínar hestar teir springa
Hoyrast kundi langen veg sum teirra sporar ringja
Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja

One thousand years facing your fears
Hide all your doubt deep in the crowd
Unload the blame cover the shame
Cast it all out try to stand proud

Frændir teir á skógin ríða
Við so góðum treysti
Sóu brenna heitan eld
Og hartil fagrar kostir
Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja
Stíga á sínar hestar teir springa
Hoyrast kundi langen veg sum teirra sporar ringja
Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja

If we live and we die and we live and we die
If we live and we breed our kin to succeed
So we come we go and leave our seed

The great wings of time are still in their prime
Maybe in some age to come we shall see
The talons of time take hold of a tree
Time folding its wings, the end of all things

Frændir teir á skógin ríða
Við so góðum treysti
Sóu brenna heitan eld
Og hartil fagrar kostir
Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja
Stíga á sínar hestar teir springa
Hoyrast kundi langen veg sum teirra sporar ringja
Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja?
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ripped this off spotify just for you guys:

It's a skaldic poem from Njall's saga, about a Scottish peasant named Darrad who finds a cave of Valkyries weaving a tapestry from human body parts that depicts a prophesied battle (Clontarf)

http://picosong.com/k2pD/

Vítt er orpit fyri valfalli
rifs reiðiský rignir blóði;
nú er fyri geirrum grár upp kominn
vefr verþjóðar er þær vinur fylla
rauðum vepti Randvés bana.

Sjá er orpinn vefr ýta þörmum
ok harðkléaðr höfðum manna
eru dreyrrekin dörr at sköptum
járnvarðr yllir enn örum hrælat
skulum slá sverðum sigrvef þenna.

Gengr hildr vefa ok hjörþrimul
sangríðr svipul sverðum svipul
skapt mun gnesta skjöldr mun bresta
mun hjálmgagarr í hlíf koma.

Vindum vindum vef Darraðar
sá er ungr konungr átti fyrri
fram skulum ganga ok í fólk vaða
þar er vinir várir vápnum skipta.

Vindum vindum vef Darraðar
ok siklingi síðan fylgjum
þar sjá bragnar blóðgar randir
Gunnr ok Göndul þær er grami hlíðu.

Vindum vindum vef Darraðar
þar er vé vaða vígra manna
látum eigi líf hans faraz
eigu valkyrjur vals um kosti.

Þeir munu lýðir löndum ráða
er útskaga áðr um byggðu
kveð ek ríkum gram ráðinn dauða
nú er fyrir oddum jarlmaðr hniginn.

Ok munu Írar angr um bíða
þat er aldri mun ýtum fyrnaz
nú er vefr roðinn munu um lönd fara
læspjöll gota. Nú er ógurligt um at litaz
er deyrug ský dregr með himni
mun lopt litat lýða blóði
er sóknvarðar syngja kunnu.
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>>589584

translation:

Blood rains from the cloudy web
On the broad loom of slaughter.
The web of man grey as armor
Is now being woven; the Valkyries
Will cross it with a crimson weft.

The warp is made of human entrails;
Human heads are used as heddle-weights;
The heddle rods are blood-wet spears;
The shafts are iron-bound and arrows are the shuttles.
With swords we will weave this web of battle.

The Valkyries go weaving with drawn swords,
Hild and Hjorthrimul, Sanngrid and Svipul.
Spears will shatter shields will splinter,
Swords will gnaw like wolves through armor.

Let us now wind the web of war
Which the young king once waged.
Let us advance and wade through the ranks,
Where friends of ours are exchanging blows.

Let us now wind the web of war
And then follow the king to battle
Gunn and Gondul can see there
The blood-spattered shields that guarded the king.

Let us now wind the web of war
Where the warrior banners are forging forward
Let his life not be taken;
Only the Valkyries can choose the slain.

Lands will be ruled by new peoples
Who once inhabited outlying headlands.
We pronounce a great king destined to die;
Now an earl is felled by spears.

The men of Ireland will suffer a grief
That will never grow old in the minds of men.
The web is now woven and the battlefield reddened;
The news of disaster will spread through lands.

It is horrible now to look around
As a blood-red cloud darkens the sky.
The heavens are stained with the blood of men,
As the Valyries sing their song.

We sang well victory songs
For the young king; hail to our singing!
Let him who listens to our Valkyrie song
Learn it well and tell it to others.

Let us ride our horses hard on bare backs,
With swords unsheathed away from here!
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQbXO828Vio

About Irish soldiers in the Spanish Civil War
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All those who died for liberty have heard the eagle scream
All the ones who died for liberty have died but for a dream
Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind
For in no nation on earth more broken dreams you'll find

The flames leapt high, reached to the sky 'til they seared a nation's soul
In the ashes of our broken dreams we've lost sight of our goal
Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind
And help our hearts seek Róisín, our soul again to find

Now charlatans wear dead men's shoes, aye and rattle dead men's bones
'Ere the dust has settled on their tombs, they've sold the very stones
Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind
For in no nation on the earth more Pharisees you'll find

In grief and hate our motherland her dragon's teeth has sown
Now the warriors spring from the earth to maim and kill their own
Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind
For the one-eyed Balor still reigns king in our nation of the blind
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>>589572

what a lovely language
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We owe no allegiance, we bow to no throne,
Our ruler is law, and the law is our own;
Our leaders themselves are our own fellow-men,
Who can handle the sword and the scythe and the pen
Hurrah for Vermont! For the land that we till
Must have sons to defend her from valley and hill
Our vow is recorded--our banner unfurled,
In the name of Vermont we defy all the world!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4KcJTP8nW8

>>589247

vastly superior cover:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J2eM_go_k4Y
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>>589159

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggwY_xhAfC4
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>>589537

I can dig it
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Bumping cos' it's such a great thread
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>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nflLmGy5aho
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPOsWbqujQY
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>>589541
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pla7nDYciI4

It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife
We whalermen undergo
And we don't give a damn when the gale is done
How hard the winds do blow
We're homeward bound from the Arctic Sound
With a good ship taut and free
And we don't give a damn when we drink our rum
With the girls of Old Maui

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic Ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

Once more we sail with a Northerly gale
Through the ice, and wind, and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands
We soon shall see again
Six hellish months we passed away
On the cold Kamchatka sea
But now we're bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic Ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

Once more we sail the Northerly gale
Towards our Island home
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done
And we ain't got far to roam
Our stans'l booms is carried away
What care we for that sound
A living gale after us
Thank God we're homeward bound

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic Ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

How soft the breeze through the island trees
Now the ice is far astern
Them native maids, them tropical glades
Is awaiting our return
Even now their big, brown eyes look out
Hoping some fine to see
Our baggy sails running 'fore the gales
Rolling down to Old Maui
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>>589159
Original Ukrainian text of the song is about celebrating New Year which is fine and all, but it mentions swallows coming home.

Since on Ruthenian lands New Year began to be celebrated in January since 1362, and before that it was in September, original text and melody are who even knows how old.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-GXJpwgYIQ

Choir arrangement is early 20th century, though.
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>>589749

they should sing this on Deadliest Catch
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>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzuDgdgH7CM
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