Approach the Summit (Gothic Orchestra)

(MALE ) In the cradle of dawn, where the river's song flows, A child sits in her garden, where the marigold grows. Her dreams are like stars, untouched by night, Her laughter like birds, in their innocent flight. Yet the wind whispers tales, of a shadowed fate, A bride in the bud, her childhood's gate. The bindis, the bangles, the red of her veil, Cover the spark that no words can unveil. Why must the bloom be plucked from its stem, Before the morning has whispered to them? Why must the anklet, so heavy and cold, Bind the young feet, before they are old? O Mother, O Father, why hasten the day, When the blossoms of youth are stolen away? Let the river of time in its own course flow, Let the child in her garden, in her innocence, grow. And one day, the world will be hers to embrace, And the shadows of the past, she will then erase. But for now, let her be, in her garden so wild, Let her live, let her breathe, for she is still a child.

आज का दिन है खास, सोनुभैया का है जन्मदिन बास, बाहर का खाना, उनका प्यार, लैब का काम उन्हें करता परेशान, हैप्पी बर्थडे सोनु भैया, आपकी हंसी है हमारी जान, तट्टी देख कर आपकी हंसी, बन जाती हमारी शान। को मरगाओ, आपकी बात , सबको है रहती याद, संस्कार से भरा आपका दिल, हमेशा सबको भाता है, हैप्पी बर्थडे सोनु भैया, आपकी खुशी है हमारी मांग, आपके बिना ये दुनिया, लगती है बिल्कुल सूनसान

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Oedipus, our king, look around you at the desperate faces of both young and old gathered at your altar. Our people crowd the city’s sacred places, pleading for relief as our city suffers under a terrible plague. The gods have struck our land with blight, destroying our crops, livestock, and families. The God of Plague has ravaged Thebes, filling the underworld with our sorrow. We sit before you, not as gods, but as your people, remembering how you once saved us from the curse of the Sphinx, guided by divine inspiration. We now beseech you to save us again, whether by heavenly guidance or your wisdom. Restore Thebes, Oedipus, as you once did, for your legacy as a savior must not turn to despair. The city needs its people to survive; help us, king, and let your rule be remembered for salvation, not ruin.

He could hear a knock on the door, As the nails of ripper drilling a bore, On the door with a peeping hole, Through which there never came a soul. The tap striking more and more, “Here I come”, he ventured to explore, Looking through the hole on the door, He heard a tone, evil as days of yore. The tone of sadness, the tone of fear. Tone of all the pains he’s had to hear. The sound of nails rapping on veneer. Sound of curses no one dared to hear. shattered and battered at the sound. his feet ran quick as they could pound. through the first room that he found. bumping the door, he turned around. he turned around hearing no tone. there, nothing to worry or to atone . then came the knock as rapping a stone. burning the webs of peace he had sewn. the peace ablaze, he thought of the locker, the room no safe, he made the run rougher in locker was peace and nothing to suffer. inside was the dark yet the knock was tougher. his ears and eyes fazed but wary. in dark, heard no tune and felt merry. thought of it a dream he had to burry. just then came the knocks more scary. He heard a knock on the locker door, As the nails of ripper drilling a bore, On the door was no peeping hole, Out the locker never came a soul.

ईवलेसे कान अन ईवलेसे नाक! टपोरे डोळे अन गोबरेगोबरे गाल! फाल्गुनीचा कान्हा कि तुषार ची परी येणार ग..... कोणीतरी येणार ग.... खुदुखुदू हसुन घरभर फिरणारा कि लक्ष्मीच्या पावलांनी दुङुदुङु पळणारी फाल्गुनीचा कान्हा कि तुषार ची परी येणार ग .... कुणीतरी येणार ग... नाजूक स्पर्श हाताचा कोमल कान्हा कि बोबडे नाजूक बोल बोलणारी परी फाल्गुनीचा कान्हा कि तुषार ची परी येणार ग .... कुणीतरी येणार ग... कान्हा येवो कि येऊदे परी सुस्वागत आहे बाळाचे आपल्या घरी

The snow is softly falling, A blanket pure and white, The world is gently calling, To welcome Christmas night. With hearts so full of wonder, And voices raised in song, We gather close together, Where love will guide us on. (Chorus) Oh, Christmas light, shine in our hearts, Fill the night with your warmth, never to part. Through the cold and the dark, you're always near, A star that will guide us, year after year. The tree stands tall with splendor, Its branches bright and green, Each ornament, a story, Of all that we have seen. From every joyful moment, A new hope comes to life, And peace falls gently over The world, in soft delight. Oh, Christmas light, shine in our hearts, Fill the night with your warmth, never to part. Through the cold and the dark, you're always near, A star that will guide us, year after year. Let the bells ring clearly, Let the voices soar, Let us be the light, And share it evermore. Through the joy and sorrow, Through the storms that may come, The light of Christmas calls us, To be one. Oh, Christmas light, shine in our hearts, Fill the night with your warmth, never to part. Through the cold and the dark, you're always near, A star that will guide us, year after year. So let the light keep shining, In every heart tonight, For Christmas brings the promise, Of everlasting light.

A Billion Years, You've Cheated Death. O’ Muse of Tears, There's Nothing Left, Save the Path, That Leads to Pain, You spilled their Blood, I'll bring the Rain. ... Reap what you sow I hope they know Reap what you sow The lengths I'll go ... Hark... and Despair! ... All are Heading To the Summit, They Can't Escape, My Rising Tides, Storm Ascends On Angel Wings, Here to End, You, Wicked, Things! ... Here again Ascend The Hang-ing Tree, Heath once promised That You'd all join Me, All the Gods you've made Will build a Pyre, Gather Stars To End The Old Empire, Court of Falling Stars - Will Fall Again, Court of Lost Shadows - Ink Will Blend, Court of Binding Thread - Shall Fray Before, Those who rose from my Unchosen Core.

[Chorus] पल-पल दिल के पास तुम रहती हो पल-पल दिल के पास तुम रहती हो जीवन मीठी प्यास यह कहती हो पल-पल दिल के पास तुम रहती हो [Verse 1] हर शाम आँखों पर तेरा आँचल लहराए हर रात यादों की बारात ले आए मैं साँस लेता हूँ, तेरी खुशबू आती है इक महका-महका सा पैगाम लाती है मेरे दिल की धड़कन भी तेरे गीत गाती है [Verse 2] कल तुझको देखा था, मैंने अपने आँगन में जैसे कह रही थी तुम, मुझे बाँध लो बंधन में यह कैसा रिश्ता है, ये कैसे सपने हैं बेगाने हो कर भी, क्यों लगते अपने हैं मैं सोच में रहता हूँ, डर-डर के कहता हूँ [Chorus] पल-पल दिल के पास तुम रहती हो [Verse 3] तुम सोचोगी क्यों इतना, मैं तुमसे प्यार करूँ तुम समझोगी दीवाना मैं भी इकरार करूँ दीवानों की ये बातें दीवाने जानते हैं जलने में क्या मज़ा है परवाने जानते हैं तुम यूँ ही जलाते रहना, आ-आ कर ख्वाबों में [Chorus] पल-पल दिल के पास तुम रहती हो जीवन मीठी प्यास ये कहती हो [Outro] पल-पल दिल के पास तुम रहती हो

Teri Meri Galan Ho Gayi Mashoor, Kar Na Kabhi Tu Mujhe Najron Se Door, Kithe Chali Ae Tu Kithe Chali Ae Tu, Kithe Chali Ae Kithe Chali Ae, Janda Ae Dil Ye To Jandi Ae Tu, Tere Bin Main Na Rahun, Mere Bina Tu, Kithe Chaliye Tu, Kithe Chaliye Tu, Kithe Chaliye Jan Chaliye, Katun Kaise Ratan O Sawre, Jiya Nahi Jata Sun Bawre, Ke Ratan Lambiyan Lambiyan Re, Kate Tere Sangeyan Sangeyan Re, Ke Ratan Lambiyan Lambiyan Re, Kate Tere Sangeyan Sangeyan Re...

[Verse] Бьет крепко молот рабочий Солнце светлое ясно горит И понимает каждый человек живущий Это будущее социализма нам светит [Chorus] Гудят заводы и льется сталь Строятся школы и дома И ложится дорога в даль Это дорога Социалистического торжества [Verse 2] Пусть крепко бьет наш рабочий молот И сеются наши поля Сильнее становится народный оплот Это строится наша великая страна [Chorus] Гудят заводы и льется сталь Строятся школы и дома И ложится дорога в даль Это дорога нашего торжества [Bridge] Каждый новый день нам дает надежду Вместе мы сильны как никогда Завтра будет ярче даже чем сегодня Песню нашу споет вся земля [Chorus] Гудят заводы и льется сталь Строятся школы и дома И ложится дорога в даль Это дорога нашего торжества