Era of the Storytellers

Marsh owl is knocking on your doors Just let it in Let it shine up to you Whisper in your ears He gonna wake you up And never leave your homes Until he tells you ‘bout a chorus he heard A new power is rising Rising from the ashes From the ashes of morocco They call it Moroccan power metal Marsh owl is leaving now to look for new ones To tell a chorus from the heart The chorus he heard He gonna wake them up And never leave their homes Until he tells them ‘bout the chorus he heard

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

A call for Coexistence A call for peace A call for greetings and observing kinship ties. A Call for Coexistence A call for peace A call for greetings and feeding the hungry. Even though we are different, we can still coexist. Differences are part of the law of nature HE created you from sounding clay of altered smooth black mud. HE wants me to prostrate to you as a sign of honour and respect. I am better than you, because I’m created from fire while you’re created from clay. Even though we might differ, let us coexist Differences are part of the law of the nature There are some who are trying diligently to drive us all back into wars and strife. Can we start thinking of how we can live in harmony with the others for the sake of peace? A Call for Coexistence A call for spreading peace A call for greetings and observing kinship ties.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Sadly there seems to be violence everywhere Strangely many wars are fought in the name of justice and religion Many Lebanese are wondering when the crisis will end But the others are unable to make peace everywhere Sadly we can not end this chaos everywhere Thousands of innocent lives are taken everyday Many Palestinians are waiting when the war will end The violence has left more than thousands people dead Thousands fled their homes Thousands lost their lives It’s hard to say it I live under my little rock

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

I wish I had seen the rain Falling down in his heart Erasing the loneliness of the pain Haunting the child or driving him insane I will find him, I will bless him, I will save him, Soon it will be The start of his dream Soon he'll be free Promise, I will save him I will I hope I made his memory from mine The angels are forgiving his time Of the lust, one more night His spirit and mine are now so fine What he sees is not illusion All his feelings are holy devotion The foolish poet’s writing his destiny With his own pen, this is his reality

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

When I'm standing here Wondering about the world The oceans and the trees In here I find The shadow of the moon That gives warmth to the sea When you play this merry melody You bring the welfare That takes my soul away from me To the place where we find love and care Take my breath Take my heart Take me to your spark With your song of beauty Take me tonight Carry me to a wonderful dream When hearing your song of beauty That embraces the tear I shade Wanting to share this sound of safety For finding the hope that it made With your song of beauty

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

When we look our way The way that we had taken We see some brightness In the shadows of ourselves When we search the road The road to the beauty We ride right on the boat Saying near is the liberty The day of liberty will return And the ere of darkness will burn and burn Now we know the way The way to the victory Now we have the pencil To write our history We have to take the boat To the side of tranquillity Of the peace and the eternity The world of liberty

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?