Biografía:
Falconer, grupo de Power Metal sueco. Formado por el guitarrista de Mithotyn Stefan Weinerhall, mezcla el más puro Power metal con instrumentación y melodías folclóricas, creando un característico sonido medieval.
En el año 1999 FALCONER, en ese entonces proyecto solista de Stefan Weinerhall (ex-MITHOTYN), grabó una demo con Mathias Blad a la voz como músico de sesión. Esta demo les significó un contrato con Metal Blade. El antiguo compañero de Stefan en MITHOTYN
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Uh, hi. This is my first ever attempt at writing to the chords to a song. I'm not sure
about the technicalities of it all, but to be in the correct key as the song, I believe
you would need to be dropped down a step. But this is just for funsies. But uh yeah,
here's my attempt.
Criticism accepted and encouraged.
We Sold Our Homesteads, by Falconer
Am Em Am
We sold our homesteads and started on our way
E7 F G D E
Just like the birds will fly when autumn is here to stay
E7 Am Em F C G
One day they will return, come spring again that's when
Dm Am Em Am
But we will never see our native country again
Am Em Am
At first we traveled through the English countryside
E7 F G D E
On tracks and on wagons, as quickly as birds would fly
E7 Am Em F C G
It was a lovely sight to see the land at last
Dm Am Em Am
But all the glorious sights kept flashing by too fast
Dm Am Em Am
The glorious sights kept flashing by too fast
And later when we came to Liverpudlian bay
The tears of regret finally started to have their say
The hearts then started burning in each and everyone
We only talked of Sweden that used to be our home
We all were packed together in one unhealthy cave
It was as if we'd stepped into an open grave
The food that we had brought from blessed Swedish land
Was suddenly for-bi-hi-dden and taken from our hand
It was for-bi-hi-dden and taken from our hand
And when we had been sailing for just a week or two
A horrid kind of darkness was clouding our view
We couldn't see each other and hardly breathe or walk
It was a gruesome anguish for all people aboard
The air was filled with hunger and drenched in wretched cries
The howling and the noises would pierce right through the skies
And death became the ru-hoo-ler that forced us to our knees
The dead were buried in the horrid fathom of the seas
They were buried in the fathom of the seas
about the technicalities of it all, but to be in the correct key as the song, I believe
you would need to be dropped down a step. But this is just for funsies. But uh yeah,
here's my attempt.
Criticism accepted and encouraged.
We Sold Our Homesteads, by Falconer
Am Em Am
We sold our homesteads and started on our way
E7 F G D E
Just like the birds will fly when autumn is here to stay
E7 Am Em F C G
One day they will return, come spring again that's when
Dm Am Em Am
But we will never see our native country again
Am Em Am
At first we traveled through the English countryside
E7 F G D E
On tracks and on wagons, as quickly as birds would fly
E7 Am Em F C G
It was a lovely sight to see the land at last
Dm Am Em Am
But all the glorious sights kept flashing by too fast
Dm Am Em Am
The glorious sights kept flashing by too fast
And later when we came to Liverpudlian bay
The tears of regret finally started to have their say
The hearts then started burning in each and everyone
We only talked of Sweden that used to be our home
We all were packed together in one unhealthy cave
It was as if we'd stepped into an open grave
The food that we had brought from blessed Swedish land
Was suddenly for-bi-hi-dden and taken from our hand
It was for-bi-hi-dden and taken from our hand
And when we had been sailing for just a week or two
A horrid kind of darkness was clouding our view
We couldn't see each other and hardly breathe or walk
It was a gruesome anguish for all people aboard
The air was filled with hunger and drenched in wretched cries
The howling and the noises would pierce right through the skies
And death became the ru-hoo-ler that forced us to our knees
The dead were buried in the horrid fathom of the seas
They were buried in the fathom of the seas
Falling Joys
Fallingsworth
Fallulah
Falsa Cubana
Falsas Suposicio (...)
Family
Family and Frien (...)
Family Church Wo (...)
Family Reunion ( (...)
Family Thief