#bands from sweden

[copias-juicebox]

[styona]

[vanmec]

THIS IS CARDINAL DOUG

[My Socials] | [Prints]

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Bathory - Woman Of Dark Desires

[bethrnoora]

new night flight orchestra album good

[nightly-sun]

A rare original post from me. I have been reading the works of Jung and his pupils for the past couple of months, and much of it has resonated with me. Since my early years, I have looked at my surroundings through an allegorical and oftentimes mystical lens, and now it's all starting to come together. But that isn't why I'm sharing this. As I was reading it, I recognized the passages I highlighted as the inspiration for the lyrics to Tribulation's song, "Cries from the Underworld".

[atlxolotl]

SWEDISH PEOPLE I NEED YOUR HELP

So there's this song from what I am like 85% was a Swedish punk? band from the 80s? maybe 70s, I don't know.

All I know is it goes

Mentaaaaaaal, meeentaaaal, mental ice ageee

Does anyone know the name of the song/band?

[doueverwonder]

BONEY M IS FROM GERMANY

[toxic-garbage-island]

PUT ON YOUR HAZMAT SUIT AND DANCE FOR ME

COME ON AND DANCE FOR ME

WHY DON'T YOU DANCE FOR ME

I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING IF YOU JUST DANCE FOR ME

COME ON AND DANCE FOR ME

YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD

[seaviewandmaine]

Got Kent tickets! For once luck was on my side.

[exculis]

i also tend to be wary of metal bands just like. from italy in general. a lot of the ones that have found there way into my peripheral vision have been fascist.

[copias-juicebox]

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Cascada - Everytime We Touch 2005

"Everytime We Touch" is a cover song by German Trance and Eurodance trio Cascada, taken from their 2006 debut album of the same name. It was arranged and produced by the band's DJs, Manian and Yanou. The writing and composing credits were given to Maggie Reilly, Stuart MacKilliop, and Peter Risavy, as the song borrows the chorus from Reilly's 1992 single of the same name. Listen to it here!

The song was met with generally positive reviews from critics, with the majority of them praising its dance-pop sound and its potential appeal to the American market. It has enjoyed chart success in many countries, lasting more than twenty-three weeks in different territories. It peaked in the number one position in Ireland and Sweden while attaining top five chart positions in Austria, France, Germany, and the UK. It reached number ten on the US Billboard Hot 100.

"Everytime We Touch" received a total of 89,7% yes votes!

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Arch Enemy - Fields of Desolation

[lovetositinsilence]

drew this adorable scene from hide us in the shadow by @honey-tongued-devil ✨

go check it out, it’s really amazing

[woso-dreamzzz]

Award II

Alexia Putellas x Hardersson!Reader

Aitana Bonmatí x Hardersson!Reader

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You are finally rewarded for being the best

You don't play football for the fame.

You've never played football for fame or money or awards.

You play football because you love it.

It's been apart of your life for as long as you can remember. Your parents still have your first Wolfsburg kit, back when you were a baby and couldn't do anything but cry.

The fame, the money, the trophies all just came along with the sport you love.

The responsibility of carrying your country and your club doesn't weigh on you much, not when you have such passion for the game and your teams.

The first time you felt such responsibility was on your youth team, captaining them to a successful Under-17 Euros. Then, the responsibility was back at Barcelona. You were made the third captain after half a season back from your loan to Lyon.

When you left, the responsibility stayed, being made the sole captain for your country. You've spent a year at Wolfsburg now, the club of your childhood, and the band for your club wraps around your arm in preparation for next season.

Denmark Youth Captain.

Barcelona Third Captain.

Sweden Senior Captain.

Wolfsburg First Captain.

You didn't play football to become a leader but somehow you've become one, moving from yelling orders from your defence to yelling orders at the whole team.

You are an expert keeper. You always have been.

People around you say you've made your mark on the game and you haven't even retired yet. People look at you for what a keeper should be, for how a leader should act.

(People whisper that all keepers coming up the ranks now try to mimic your style, your natural instinct and abilities).

It's only inevitable that you have the trophy cabinet to back up your skill.

Two World Cups sit in your cabinet. Two Golden Gloves as well.

Multiple Keeper of the Year trophies.

An Olympic medal.

A Euros medal.

And then awards for at club level too.

Liga F, Copa de la Reina and Supercopa sit in the apartment you used to share with Natalia with a Première Ligue and Coupe de France medal too.

Your Champion's League medals sit with Natalia's on the wall.

Everything you won at Linköping and Arsenal are at home in Sweden whilst your most recent Bundesliga and DFB-Pokal medals are at your apartment in Germany.

You are the greatest goalkeeper playing in the women's leagues at the moment and, while you cannot see it, everyone else knows it.

You've come to the ceremony to eat some of the bar food and maybe see some of your old Lyon teammates.

Talia has come to the ceremony to see you make history.

Alexia and Aitana are the ones presenting the award and just from the way they're smiling, Talia knows the result.

You've been ranked highly ever since your first nomination. That time, you'd ranked eleventh. Every time after that, you've finished in the top ten.

Your name is called and the world stops.

You suck in a breath, frozen in your seat like you're in the Champion's League final with only a one goal lead and the other team advancing on your goal with lethal efficiency.

You don't know what to do. You don't know what to say.

Your wife allows your tuck your head into her neck, not flinching as your tears drip down onto her suit blazer.

"It's okay, baby," Talia says to you," You deserve this so much."

She helps you to your feet, hiding your face as you wipe your tears where cameras can't see.

You force yourself to walk up the stairs to the stage without stumbling. You suck in a breath.

There it is.

The most prestigious award in football.

It was a few years ago now that Talia won hers. She'd had a standout season during her first as Barcelona's captain. She was lethal on goal for club and country.

There was never any doubt it would be here.

That's the way it always is.

Everyone always expects a striker or a midfielder. Sometimes, it's a defender. It's never been a keeper though, at least for the women's.

Second goalkeeper in history.

First female goalkeeper in history.

Aitana is the one nearest to you.

You're taller than her by a lot, towering over her but she still hugs you like you were little, like you were still the little girl she met when hunting down Pernille's shirt.

One of her hands comes up to cup your cheek.

"You've grown up," She says and you force yourself not to cry," You're so big now."

Alexia is next. You last saw her a few weeks ago when you came back to Spain for the weekend and attended one of Talia's games. Alexia made you come down from the stands and asked about Wolfsburg and how your season was going.

She was all business then and you'd been as vague as possible, in case she remembered something that could be used against you during the next rounds of the Champion's League.

But now, there's no hint of professionalism in her eyes as she pulls you into a hug.

"I told you," She whispers," I told you that you'd get this one day. Remember this feeling, okay? There's nothing better in the world. There's no one better in the world."

She pulls away and hands you the award.

You turn to the cameras, to the audience all on their feet clapping you.

You lift up your Ballon D'or for all to see.