Biografía:
Lyriel es un grupo de folk metal con influencias medievales y del gothic metal creado
en Gummersbach en octubre de 2003.
Sus integrantes son siete:
Jessica Thierjung (cantante principal)
Oliver Thierjung (guitarrista)
Linda Laukamp (chelista y vocalista)
Sven Engelmann (bajista)
Daniel de Beer (batería)
Martin Ahmann (teclista)
Joon Laukamp (violinista)
Estilo
La banda define sus canciones como una mezcla de melodías que contienen desde oníricas baladas, a veces medievales, hasta canciones llenas de energía con toques folk.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Dm A# F C
Dm A# Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
F C Dm Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
Dm A# F C
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
Dm A# Am
One morning last July
Dm A# F C
From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
Dm A# C Dm
And she smiled as she passed me by.
F C
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
Dm Am
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Dm A# F C
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
Dm A# C Dm
Just to see I was really there.
F C
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
Dm Am
And from Galway to Dublin town
Dm A# F C
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
Dm A# C Dm
That I met in the County Down.
Dm A# F C
Dm A# Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
Dm A# F C
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head
Dm A# Am
And I looked with a feeling rare
Dm A# F C
And I says, says I, to a passerby
Dm A# C Dm
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
F C
He smiled at me and he says, says he
Dm Am
"That’s the gem of Ireland’s crown.
Dm A# F C
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
Dm A# C Dm
She’s the star of the County Down."
F C
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
Dm Am
And from Galway to Dublin town
Dm A# F C
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
Dm A# C Dm
That I met in the County Down.
Dm A# F C
Dm A# Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
F C Dm Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
Dm A# F C
At the Harvest Fair she’ll be surely there
Dm A# Am
And I’ll dress in my Sunday clothes
Dm A# F C
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
Dm A# C Dm
For a smile from my nut-brown rose
F C
No pipe I’ll smoke, no horse I’ll yoke
Dm Am
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown
Dm A# F C
Till my smiling bride by my own fireside
Dm A# C Dm
Sits the star of the County Down
F C
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
Dm Am
And from Galway to Dublin town
Dm A# F C
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
Dm A# C Dm
That I met in the County Down.
Dm A# F C
Dm A# Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
F C Dm Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
Em C G D
Em C Bm
Em C G D
Em C-D-Em
G D Em Bm
Em C G D
Em C-D-Em
Em… C… Em… Em…
Dm A# Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
F C Dm Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
Dm A# F C
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
Dm A# Am
One morning last July
Dm A# F C
From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
Dm A# C Dm
And she smiled as she passed me by.
F C
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
Dm Am
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Dm A# F C
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
Dm A# C Dm
Just to see I was really there.
F C
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
Dm Am
And from Galway to Dublin town
Dm A# F C
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
Dm A# C Dm
That I met in the County Down.
Dm A# F C
Dm A# Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
Dm A# F C
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head
Dm A# Am
And I looked with a feeling rare
Dm A# F C
And I says, says I, to a passerby
Dm A# C Dm
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
F C
He smiled at me and he says, says he
Dm Am
"That’s the gem of Ireland’s crown.
Dm A# F C
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
Dm A# C Dm
She’s the star of the County Down."
F C
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
Dm Am
And from Galway to Dublin town
Dm A# F C
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
Dm A# C Dm
That I met in the County Down.
Dm A# F C
Dm A# Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
F C Dm Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
Dm A# F C
At the Harvest Fair she’ll be surely there
Dm A# Am
And I’ll dress in my Sunday clothes
Dm A# F C
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
Dm A# C Dm
For a smile from my nut-brown rose
F C
No pipe I’ll smoke, no horse I’ll yoke
Dm Am
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown
Dm A# F C
Till my smiling bride by my own fireside
Dm A# C Dm
Sits the star of the County Down
F C
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
Dm Am
And from Galway to Dublin town
Dm A# F C
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
Dm A# C Dm
That I met in the County Down.
Dm A# F C
Dm A# Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
F C Dm Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
Em C G D
Em C Bm
Em C G D
Em C-D-Em
G D Em Bm
Em C G D
Em C-D-Em
Em… C… Em… Em…
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M Pokora
M. Craft
M. Nasir
M. Ross Perkins
Ma Pauvre Lucett (...)
Ma Rainey
Ma$e
Maa Vidal
Maa Vue