Cult Of Luna
the great migration
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Heed the capercaillies call. A premonition of an oncoming war. Leave behind all that you hold inside.
The howls gets stronger, they are coming. Wicked is the atmosphere. Ungodly is the swell. Our bodies explode in true emotions.
Let the beacon fires burn. The night is ours. A maternal light illuminates these last moments. Far above the truth, we find and we all return to hell.
- Álbum:
- Vertikal
- Vertikal II
- Eternal Kingdom
- Somewhere Along The Highway
- Salvation
- The Beyond
- Cult Of Luna 7'
- Cult Of Luna
- Beyond
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- Summer Sabbath 2016
- Råångest
- Vertikal I & II
- The Flow Reversed
- Christmas Carnage
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 45
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 65
- Up Sampler 12
- Metal Hammer: Earache Extreme Musick 2004
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 52