Biografia:
1476 é uma recepção e um ritual. É a reflexão e evolução. É um assassinato e uma expulsão. 1476 é o crescimento e finalidade. É a paixão e o ardor. É a essência e a onipotência. 1476 é uma dualidade e uma trindade. É de extrema e multifacetado. É chuva e introspecção. 1476 é um demônio com muitas faces, uma fome dionisíaca, e uma suspensão da Árvore do Mundo.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
I messed up in the first tabs I made for this song on the chorus so here's the real deal
once again I would like to thank Fitzy!
HA!
A E F#m
F#min
The night is raining, full of trees of dead and drowning leaves
C#m
Like a wilted poem, A decrepit home made up with floors of three
E
And my demon’s in the distance I am scared and so is she
F#m
I follow…
(arpagiate the chords here on the)
F#m
The little ones of coldest stares with their skin ripped off in places
C#m
Bleeding thoughts with mouths agape eyes filled with marble casings
E (go down the scale starting on the 5th fret 1st string high E)
And I feel their lonesome artist he is near and he is pacing
F#m
His heart is hollow…
A E F#m A E F#m E Bmin
F#m E Bmin F#m
I fell into the blackest hole
F#m E Bmin F#m
Lucidity was never know
F#m E Bmin F#m
In the world of half-lit catacombs
E F#m
Reverberating moonlight drones
D
A monitor is shining on three faces
A
Through the crescent glass
C#m
I’ve seen this older place before
E (7th freat
And its life will never pass
D
I move into its half-light
A
And its hold is holding fast
C#m
It’s awake…
E
It's awake... Oh its awake
(solo)
F#m
Tiny, stuffy project place the stove-light glow adorns
C#m
Their faces pass, their skin burnt black they howl like a storm
E
And I see them through the screen it is dirty, it is torn
F#m
They scream and curse and cry…
F#m
There’s an Elm churchyard I watch myself inside
C#m
We’re laughing and we’re talking of how we conduct our lives
E
The north’s brutal daughter seduces raising her hips high
F#m
I open up my eyes…
Whoa!!!
A E F#m A EF#mE Bmin
F#m E Bmin F#m
I fell into the blackest hole
F#m E Bmin F#m
Lucidity was never know
F#m E BminF#m
In the world of half-lit catacombs
E F#m
Reverberating moonlight drones
outro
F#m E F#m E F#m E F#m E F#m
once again I would like to thank Fitzy!
HA!
A E F#m
F#min
The night is raining, full of trees of dead and drowning leaves
C#m
Like a wilted poem, A decrepit home made up with floors of three
E
And my demon’s in the distance I am scared and so is she
F#m
I follow…
(arpagiate the chords here on the)
F#m
The little ones of coldest stares with their skin ripped off in places
C#m
Bleeding thoughts with mouths agape eyes filled with marble casings
E (go down the scale starting on the 5th fret 1st string high E)
And I feel their lonesome artist he is near and he is pacing
F#m
His heart is hollow…
A E F#m A E F#m E Bmin
F#m E Bmin F#m
I fell into the blackest hole
F#m E Bmin F#m
Lucidity was never know
F#m E Bmin F#m
In the world of half-lit catacombs
E F#m
Reverberating moonlight drones
D
A monitor is shining on three faces
A
Through the crescent glass
C#m
I’ve seen this older place before
E (7th freat
And its life will never pass
D
I move into its half-light
A
And its hold is holding fast
C#m
It’s awake…
E
It's awake... Oh its awake
(solo)
F#m
Tiny, stuffy project place the stove-light glow adorns
C#m
Their faces pass, their skin burnt black they howl like a storm
E
And I see them through the screen it is dirty, it is torn
F#m
They scream and curse and cry…
F#m
There’s an Elm churchyard I watch myself inside
C#m
We’re laughing and we’re talking of how we conduct our lives
E
The north’s brutal daughter seduces raising her hips high
F#m
I open up my eyes…
Whoa!!!
A E F#m A EF#mE Bmin
F#m E Bmin F#m
I fell into the blackest hole
F#m E Bmin F#m
Lucidity was never know
F#m E BminF#m
In the world of half-lit catacombs
E F#m
Reverberating moonlight drones
outro
F#m E F#m E F#m E F#m E F#m
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