FLASH OF THE BLADE
Bueno, en este blog evidentemente también tienen cabida los clásicos, y quien mejor que los Britanicos Iron Maiden para representarlos. No diré nada para descubrirlos por supuesto, que podria decir que ya no sepais, en fin una banda con 15 discos de estudio a sus espaldas y un recorrido desde 1975 hasta nuestros dias y con más de 85 millones de discos vendidos hasta el año 2010 no necesita más avales. He querido rescatar uno de sus disco insignia, el powerslave de 1984, uno de mis favoritos y os aconsejaré una de sus canciones no tan recurrentes, es le Flash of the blade, un tema en el que Bruce Dickinson se muestra impresionante para mi humilde opinión y que para mi es uno de mis temas favoritos dentro de la discografía de los Maiden. Todo el disco es una obra maestra que contribuyo a la revolución que se produjo a principios de los ochenta en esta nuestra sagrada musica. Una joya para rescatar de cuando en cuando pues es de esos discos que nunca me cansa. Dejo un enlace a youtube.
As a young boy chasing Dragons
with your wooden sword so mighty
You’re St. George or you’re David
and you always killed the beast
Times change very quickly
and you had to grow up early
A house in smoking ruins
and the bodies at your feet
You’ll die as you lived in a flash of a blade
In a corner forgotten by no-one
You lived for the touch, for the feel of the steel
One man and his honour
The smell of resined leather
The steely iron mask
As you cut and thrust and parried
at the fencing master’s call
He taught you all he never knew
To fear no mortal man
And now you’ll wreak your vengeance
in the screams of evil men
You’ll die as you lived in a flash of a blade
In a corner forgotten by no-one
You lived for the touch, for the feel of the steel
One man and his honour
with your wooden sword so mighty
You’re St. George or you’re David
and you always killed the beast
Times change very quickly
and you had to grow up early
A house in smoking ruins
and the bodies at your feet
You’ll die as you lived in a flash of a blade
In a corner forgotten by no-one
You lived for the touch, for the feel of the steel
One man and his honour
The smell of resined leather
The steely iron mask
As you cut and thrust and parried
at the fencing master’s call
He taught you all he never knew
To fear no mortal man
And now you’ll wreak your vengeance
in the screams of evil men
You’ll die as you lived in a flash of a blade
In a corner forgotten by no-one
You lived for the touch, for the feel of the steel
One man and his honour
By Nash
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