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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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The Origin

 

The Origin

(album: Tales Of Ithiria - 2008)


It had already become day as he opened the big wooden door and stepped out of the shadows
The sun had shown behind the Eastern forest. Bright and warm, in a cloudless sky. As his eyes closed, he slowly raised his head
Gently, the morning wind caressed his face, and rustled through his long hair
The chatter of the birds had become one with the whispers of the Black Elders
Melding with the rhythmic babbling of the little brook, which wound its way into the distance behind the humble grange
But, It has not always been like that
1700 years ago, during the celebration of the two moons, the enemy forayed and overpowered the villagers under the cloak of darkness
Brave men were cut down where they stood in the cold crisp autumn night
The ones still who had life in their veins escaped in despair but regathered quickly and formed a resistance
Many among them, women and children, only armed with axes, torches, and pitchforks
And it seemed as if all hope was forsaken...

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