Si hay algo que no soporto...

... son los blós en lo que sus autores postean una rola o el video de la rola y además le insertan la letra del mismo y luego lo quieran convencer a uno de que es lo mejor que pueden escuchar actualmente, como si uno no tuviera voluntád propia o capacidad de discernir lo que es buena música, o al menos la que merece ser escuchada. Bueno, en un tema totalmente distinto y sin relación alguna con lo anteriormente mencionado los dejo con la estupenda rola del grupazo Týr, The Edge y la letra del mismo, me cae que es lo mejor que pueden escuchar actualmente... ah! y va la letra también...

Nightfall in my hall, all I can do is recall as I sit alone in theDarkness, I confess, my part was not any less than whose I was forced to impress

It was a year ago, I left my heart behind to return, with a longing did I burn, I meant to return

And now a year has gone and everything has changed for the worse and it's on me like a curse, things changed for the worse

Sentenced to the death by the Thing, four conspirators 'gainst our king

Led by Son of the Wolf they're just four blood brothers going over the edge

Eggin tykist mær bert ein gátt, sorgin skipar lagnutáttinSjálvur yrkti eg niðurlag, frítt er Eystfellið frá at faraBrátt er vísan øll og tøgn, hoyrdist tá ið kalda lagnanLeiddi teir í Runsival, meg bert niðan á hægsta valaknúk

I see no other way than on, what will they say when I am goneI want my memory to be mild, I want it to glowUpon my pages blood is stained, this way some honour will remain

But I did cause the death of a child both you and I knowAnd when they came to bleed me dry, I only wonder why did I

On that Easter morn' for the love of my life not vieLet them kill me just the same, I should have lied and played their game

It is a lesser sin than what I have done since that dayIt won't go away, nothing I can say save lay down and pray

What came from within, what came from without,I can't be about, myself do I doubt ever since that day

Sentenced to the death by the Thing, four conspirators 'gainst our king

Led by Son of the Wolf they're just four blood brothers going over the edge

Eggin tykist mær bert ein gátt, sorgin skipar lagnutáttinSjálvur yrkti eg niðurlag, frítt er Eystfellið frá at faraBrátt er vísan øll og tøgn, hoyrdist tá ið kalda lagnanLeiddi teir í Runsival, meg bert niðan á hægsta valaknúk

New day, we all pay for our mistakes on our way; lead me up the hillside atDaybreak, my mistake, don't shed a tear at my wake, just believe it's for my own sake

No turning back nowNo tears at my wake, I'll pay for my vowJust march up the hill till we reach the endTransmigration calls, I long to ascendIt's for my own sake