A Tergo Lupi - A ballad of life and death (Kravik Lyre) скачать в хорошем качестве

A Tergo Lupi - A ballad of life and death (Kravik Lyre)

One story, two sides. Side 2 starts at: 02:25 (*...be alert for the darker, electro version *) Fall 2019: OUR NEW ALBUM -- Out of the fence -- IS OUT! Listen to it (and to the darker version) on: • Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/65cWd... • Pandora • Deezer (in progress) • Find it on digital stores or get info/order the CD here: info@camillamargheritaferrari.it We're also on: Facebook:   / atergolupiproject   Instagram:   / atergolupi_   A Tergo Lupi:   / atergolupiproject   Instruments made by: Ebanisteria Musicale C.M. Ferrari https://www.camillamargheritaferrari.it/ Thank you for whatching (and listening)! :) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lyrics: The lyrics of this song are our adaptation of a medieval ballad called "The three ravens" in the English version and "The twa corbies" in the Scottish version. (The Three Ravens) There were three ravens sat on a tree they were as black as they might be. One of them said to his mate "where shall we our breakfast take?" And down, and down a yonder green field there lies a knight slain under his shield. His hounds they lie down at his feet so well they can their master keep his hawkes they fly so eagerly there's no fowle dare him come night down there come a fallow Doe as great with yong as she might go she lift up his bloody head and kiss his wounds that were so red she got him up upon her back and carried him to earthen lake she buried him before the prime she was dead herself ere even song time God send every gentleman such hawkes, such hounds, and such a Leman (The Twa Corbies) As I was walking all alone I heard two corbies making a mane the one unto the other say "where shall we go and dine today?" There behind you beyond an old sad mount I know there lies a newly slain knight no one knows that he lies there but his hawk his dog and his pretty wife his dog is out hunting, gone his hawk to brijg a wild bird home his wife found another mate so we'll have our greatest feast you'll sit upon his white neck bone and I'll pick out his lovely blue eye with a tuft of his golden hair we'll thatch out nest when it gets bare there are many that mourn for him but none will know where he has gone over his white bones after (we) make them bare the wind will blow forevermore and more...