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What music are you listening to?
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davef
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DREGLORD STRAGHESS!! Absolutely slaps, skip to five mins in if you don’t want to see the whole thing!! Elden Ring has one of the best gaming soundtracks ever. Really makes you feel like you’re stuck in the darkest depths of the underworld fighting this abombination
davef
Hornet
He’s turning to LAUGH!
SMILES as the FLAME SEARS HIS FLESH
Sadly we won’t ever see this kind of music again, lol. What is 2026 style music these days? Is it just AI hip hop or some crap?
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Don't look back.... a new day is breaking
It's been too long since I felt this way
I don't mind... where I get taken
The road is callin', today is the day
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Wolf of Lusitania
Before Rome carved its empire into stone.
Before legions marched beneath their red banners, there were mountains that refused to kneel.
And in those mountains walked a man who became a myth.
Viriato, the Wolf of Lusitania.
A shepherd who became a warrior.
A warrior who became a storm.
A storm that shook the world.
He fought not for conquest, nor for the crown, but for the right of free men to breathe the air of their homeland.
Tonight his footsteps echo again.
His fire rises and his roar calls out across the ages.
Listen closely for the Wolf still walks.
Across the violet hills he came.
A shadow carved in ancient flame.
The shepherd child who learned the blade, the rebel born unbound, unmade.
The Romans marched with iron pride, but mountain winds were on his side.
And from the cliffs a whisper grew.
The Wolf is here. He's coming through.
Drums in the valley, smoke in the sky.
The legions tremble, though they don't know why.
Fear in their armour, fear in their breath.
They met the hunter who dances with death.
Wolf of Lusitania. Howling to the night .
Light the hills with fury. Set the world alive.
From the stormy shadow, rise again and stand.
Viriato, Viriato, Guardian of the land.
He struck like lightning, then was gone.
A phantom in the breaking dawn.
The forest hid him in their veins.
The rivers whispered out his name.
The legion swore he must be found.
The mountains shift a sacred zone.
And every path that goes defile turn sharp beneath the rebel child.
Steal in the moonlight, breath in the cold.
A tale of fire old poets told.
They thought they conquered all they surveyed.
But not the Wolf the wild had made.
Wolf of Lusitania, burn into the sky.
Let the eagle falter.
Let the empire cry.
From the dust of courage, rise again and roar.
Viriato, Viriato, forever more.
No crown above him, no throne below.
Just wind and will and mountain snow.
A hero forged in struggles breath.
A man who would not bend to death.
And though betrayal cut him deep, the Wolf laid down but did not sleep.
His spirit walks untamed, unbound.
Where Lusitania shakes the ground.
Wolf of Lusitania. Thunder in the dark.
Blade of the forgotten everlasting spark.
Let the ancient heartbeat echo through the land.
Viriato, Viriato.
Still we make our stand.
On the wings of freedom your memory survives.
Wolf of Lusitania forever alive.
Before Rome carved its empire into stone.
Before legions marched beneath their red banners, there were mountains that refused to kneel.
And in those mountains walked a man who became a myth.
Viriato, the Wolf of Lusitania.
A shepherd who became a warrior.
A warrior who became a storm.
A storm that shook the world.
He fought not for conquest, nor for the crown, but for the right of free men to breathe the air of their homeland.
Tonight his footsteps echo again.
His fire rises and his roar calls out across the ages.
Listen closely for the Wolf still walks.
Across the violet hills he came.
A shadow carved in ancient flame.
The shepherd child who learned the blade, the rebel born unbound, unmade.
The Romans marched with iron pride, but mountain winds were on his side.
And from the cliffs a whisper grew.
The Wolf is here. He's coming through.
Drums in the valley, smoke in the sky.
The legions tremble, though they don't know why.
Fear in their armour, fear in their breath.
They met the hunter who dances with death.
Wolf of Lusitania. Howling to the night .
Light the hills with fury. Set the world alive.
From the stormy shadow, rise again and stand.
Viriato, Viriato, Guardian of the land.
He struck like lightning, then was gone.
A phantom in the breaking dawn.
The forest hid him in their veins.
The rivers whispered out his name.
The legion swore he must be found.
The mountains shift a sacred zone.
And every path that goes defile turn sharp beneath the rebel child.
Steal in the moonlight, breath in the cold.
A tale of fire old poets told.
They thought they conquered all they surveyed.
But not the Wolf the wild had made.
Wolf of Lusitania, burn into the sky.
Let the eagle falter.
Let the empire cry.
From the dust of courage, rise again and roar.
Viriato, Viriato, forever more.
No crown above him, no throne below.
Just wind and will and mountain snow.
A hero forged in struggles breath.
A man who would not bend to death.
And though betrayal cut him deep, the Wolf laid down but did not sleep.
His spirit walks untamed, unbound.
Where Lusitania shakes the ground.
Wolf of Lusitania. Thunder in the dark.
Blade of the forgotten everlasting spark.
Let the ancient heartbeat echo through the land.
Viriato, Viriato.
Still we make our stand.
On the wings of freedom your memory survives.
Wolf of Lusitania forever alive.
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