There and Back Again
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(by Cecco Angiolieri) S'ì fosse foco, arderei 'l mondo; s'ì fosse vento, lo tempesterei; s'ì fosse acqua, ì l'annegherei; s'ì fosse Dio, mandereil'en profondo s'ì fosse papa, sarè allor giocondo, che tutti i cristiani imbrigherei; s'ì fosse 'mperator, sa che farei? a tutti mozzerei lo capo a tondo s'ì fosse morte, andarei da mio padre; s'ì fosse vita, fuggirei da lui: similmente faria da mì madre s'ì fosse Cecco, come sono e fui, torrei le donne giovani e leggiadre, e vecchie e laide lassarei altrui.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
There was a young lady, she was sad, she was kind A library dress and a glass full of wine We met at the Abbey, we were hidin' from cold But I felt hack the shivers when she said "no" So I gave her one kiss and tipped my own hat And I said to her eyes "You ain't see nothing yet" She looked at my mug and asked "What you mean?" Well the answer I gave... It's folk metal, baby!" From Brugge do Bremen, from Pilsen to Cork Behold the Grim Reaper just holdin'a big fork. From Glasgow to Dublin, from Porto to Brest You'll hear the drunk march of our boots without rest When the ale it is rain and the stout it is cloud And thunders are roaring "cause we are playing" it too loud Just raise your own tankard and drink 'til the end. It's not time for the fight It's folk metal, my friend! Sweet singing of sirens won't harm us today By old drums and horns we are blowing it away Let's row all you bastards the stern wind's a lie We rock and we roll on a sailor on fire So go home mister DJ, you're welcome no more From now on, I swear it, we're the masters on board In the depths of the ocean you'll be scratchin' the shells Have a nice dive It's folk metal in hell! No bows, no flagwaving, no captains at all we don't need your rules to be proud and stand tall No island of pleasure, no ready made fun We don't need you party to be totally drunk No matter how bright is the cross on you neck We'll choose the right sentence between cake of death So throw away your chainballs and join the grim ship It's freedom bound wicked.. Folk metal, baby!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Tears with a taste of honey While I am moaning Trying to fade away Come to see the saddest man just for today The dancer is on his carpet Blood in the bucket Somebody’s cut his hand Come to see the unluckiest guy over the land Look at me cutaway Don’t you wanna say Something comfortin’ to me If I was a lucky one Would you sing me song Stand up and cut a few capers then fall down and pray on your knees Looking across the street I was a geek Just standing alone on a bench Come to see this hungry wolfman searchin’ for friends The galaxy spawned out a monster On this rollercoaster That you call wonderful life Come to see this Doctor Jekyll looking for a Hyde Look at me cutaway Don’t you wanna say Something comfortin’to me If I was a lucky one Would you sing me song Stand up and cut a few capers then fall on your knees A young fascinating guy Cryin’ spiders from his eyes You gotta take a look Falls on his bleedin’ knees Everytime he’s on the scene You gotta take a look You gotta take a look Look at me cutaway Don’t you wanna say Something comfortin’ to me If I was a lucky one Would you sing me song Would you dry my... Tears with a taste of honey While I am moaning Trying to fade away Come to see the saddest man just for today The galaxy spawned out a monster On this rollercoaster That you call wonderful life Come to see this Doctor Jekyll looking for a wife Look at me cutaway Don’t you wanna say Something comfortin’ to me If I was a lucky one Would you sing me song Stand up and cut a few capers then fall down and pray on this beautiful guy on your knees.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Non ti sporgere dall'orlo di questa terra piatta Prendi posto nella gabbia, mima la tua rabbia Fonda una città di sabbia come Dio comanda. Ogni bivio che ho segnato in queste catacombe Mi ha portato a Roma, dato fiato alle tue trombe Con la bamba o con le bombe sulle barricate Scegli le tue carte, il banco chiude le giocate Con il re o con l'impiccato come Dio comanda Il tuo pane quotidiano mi da mal di pancia Ho giurato su un doblone dritto sulla plancia Troppo tardi per far rotta dove dio comanda Ma regna la tua legge naufraga il mio orgoglio Dentro il ventre del tuo pesce in un muto esilio Le tue schiere nei supermercati delle chiese All'entrata delle discoteche di paese Nuove tesi affisse sui portali delle regge Le piscine segnano i confini del tuo gregge Dove regna la tua legge naufraga il mio orgoglio Dentro il ventre del tuo pesce in un muto esilio Ma muovo nell'abisso Col tempo che mi avanza Conservo il pelo e il vizio Consumo una distanza Una lega più lontanto da dove Dio comanda Eine doepe Eine glaube Kaefigen an der Kathedrale
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Nigel’s got a radio Nigel’s got a favourite song Nigel’s got a C-3 PO Nigel’s got Nigel’s got no girlfriend Nigel’s got his right hand Nigel’s got his hidden words his comic books his angry looks and... Nigel is not a sporty kind Nigel has not a brilliant mind Nigel has got his magic doom That could take him out of his room Nigel’s got a sword Is the seed lost is the seed sown Nigel’s got a cellar door He’s feedin’a twin under the floor Nigel’s got a harder core Nigel’s got Nigel will leave his place to hide Nigel it’s time to throw the dice Nigel will meet his magic doom That could take him out of his room Nigel’s got a sword Is the seed lost is the seed sown Ready, 1, 2, 3, 4... This story takes time to be told Nigel, don’t wait the bite of the spider
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Rose, lose your name but not your smell Rose, I must confess I fell In love with you again Road, road that runs under my wheels Road, every springtime is a thrill But winter kills Forget your tea We cross the gate again Stairs climbin’ the raindrops Butterflies over the treetops We come, we come Blades shine a bit brighter. Deep into the dungeon We could walk through hell By the path the flowers smell You know it’s hard to be there and back again Road, now the road goes ever on Far, from the door where it began We come, we come Road, now the road goes ever on And I, I must follow if I can At every rainbow’s end The pot is full of sand You know it’s hard to be there and back again Road goes on, ever on Lead me To that mountain solitary Where the lost goldOf the dwarves’ Lord sleeps Road goes on, ever on. Lead me To apartments solitary When things get worse Where my dad’s curse sleeps Sea calls behind the wet hills Let’s smoke under the windmills When the last ship sails This is where I’ll stay In the end I love to be there and back again
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
I could count a million leaves Dust upon my tapestry With my brand new glasses To be honest there are many things Horace, more than I could think Spittin’ in the glass I drink It feels so good to see That the right direction is Out of windows glasses It’s me looking through the mist Past does not exist I don’t seem what I thought to be Glasses
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Sorgete, o paria oppressi Che soffrite tra soffitte e stamberghe grame Potrà liberarvi da fame e da patimenti Solo la dinamite Risorgi, plebaglia possente Tra il bagliore del gran giorno fatato Distruggi ciò che è edificato, distruggi tutto Violentemente Fa’ di sibili acuti e rimbombo Echeggiare le piazze mitragliate E voi oppressi rovinate la terra e il cielo Fate scoppiare il mondo Dal vermiglio sangue dei ribelli Non sorga tra l’aurora desolata, no! Non sorga la rinnovata pacifica famiglia Dei fratelli Dall’immenso crollo del creato E tutto ciò che in terra ebbe culla Dalla fine del mondo sterminato Solo liberator risorga il nulla.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Si l’Occident était vraiment berceau de ma culture Derrière moi j’entendrais pas gens qui murmurent On dit qu’dans l’Univers nous sommes tous seuls et solitaires Donc l’Univers a préféré se satisfaire Ma soirée vomit café fichu boulot et potins des idiots Voilà pourquoi j’respire mes légendes médiévales Où l’ennemi se réfléchit sur mon métal mais L’tourbillon de mon esprit si résigné hélas Me lance ailleurs tout loin du temps et de l’espace France siècle 19ème c’est pas le reve que je revais d’rever Au lieu d’l’épée j’ai le mousquet Cette uniforme ne peut pas me protéger Mais l’général me dit “Pas mal T’es pret pour faire la guerre à Waterloo!” Comme Dante je vais défaillir je connais bien l’histoire Aux français rien que merde et aux anglais la gloire Route vers la Belgique j’ai un brouillard aux yeux C’est pur cela qu’à l’arrivée j’me sens comme Hulk Déjà vaincu t’as pas d’idées seulement ton sang qui bouille comme la marée Au lieu d’un chef j’ai ma colère Qui grince mes dents et tourbillonne mes bras trop raides Au lieu d’la peur j’ai la folie Qui fait danser mes pieds... à Waterloo! France souveraine, fierté d’l’empereur, viens! Admire ton soldat qui bataille de coeur Proud sons of England let’s roll up and see Through Wellington’s armies he sings “C’est la vie” C’est depuis lors. Q’je lutte encore Contre l’déni Et l’ignorance. L’hypocrisie. Et la malchance L’exploitation. La religion. Et le governement Et ça c’est tous les jours ma Waterloo! A Waterloo!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
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