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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Moonspell

Wolves From The Fog

 

Wolves From The Fog

(album: Under Satanæ - 2007)


Hear the howling...

[Narration:]
As the light falls and darkness paints the sky in black, a cold Moon shines
and the red somber eyes awake, the forest whispers..
Oh! Whispers my unholy name, from a frozen Mist I rise,
I, Wolf, rise!
And my brothers will attack under this blood sign...

Wolves from the fog will join in a nocturnal operetta.
When the wind sounds Bohemia and the trumpets loud bacchanal.
Oh! Fausts and ninfs the joy of Nahima, Mistress of the Sabbat.
Soon we'll be embraced by our father the one with horns.
Satan is rejoicing in pleasure destroying the shapes of flesh.
...and once again from the fog, with horns on head came the Wolf
carrying in is shoulder the sacrifice, a beauty to this Walpurgis Eve.
As, to the somber image of our God, the Wolf with Horns I walk!

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