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Hawkwind - 'The Final Fight' + 'Horn of Fate' - Live Chronicles

Niall Stewart

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Hawkwind - 'The Final Fight' + 'Horn of Fate' - Live Chronicles

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Niall Stewart
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250 просмотров · 3 г. назад
From "Live Chronicles," a 1986 album by Hawkwind recorded on the 1985 tour of their "The Chronicle of the Black Sword" concept album, based on the Michael Moorcock character Elric of Melniboné. Moorcock has been a long-standing associate of the group and guest performed with them on their Hammersmith Odeon shows on 3 and 4 December. The Final Fight is performed by Moorcock. The Final Fight lyrics: Ships of Chaos upwards churning From the nightmare realms below Dragons downwards, venom burning Now attack the malformed foe Lords of Hell, all pity spurning Cry "Revenge" and lust for death Their servant Elric's mind is turning To sweet Law's promises of rest Monstrous men and manlike monsters Battle for the end of time Meanwhile heavy metal songsters Cut themselves another line... Speed now! Speed to war and horror Speed to battle - Speed to die Hasten, for there's no tomorrow The future's merely another lie Dragons sigh and dragons soaring Marshall for their Final Fight Chaos creatures in torment roaring Seek the rule of Earth's old night Dragon brothers onward fly Chaos summons all her might Dragon Lord is coming nigh Come to fight the Final Fight Come to fight the Final Fight Writer(s): Michael Moorcock Horn of Fate lyrics: Yet year on year the greedy tide Swelled from the west unsatisfied And ever with impatient fret Gnawed at the human banquet And many with madness in their eyes Stared gibbering at the white hot skies Where foul birds circled overhead Shadowing the living and the dead Southward to where the blood red sun Sickens at noon in vapours dun He stumbles with the fear-tamed herds Of savage beasts... While homeless birds fly overhead Southward Southward Southward Southward Yet year on year the greedy tide Swelled from the west unsatisfied And ever with impatient fret Gnawed at the human banquet And many with madness in their eyes Stared gibbering at the white hot skies Where foul birds circled overhead Shadowing the living and the dead Songwriters: Dave Brock.