Volbeat es una banda danesa con un sonido inconfundible que fusiona el metal, punk rock, rockabilly y el hard rock. Fundada en Copenhague en 2001, Volbeat es el resultado de la visión del talento de Michael Poulsen, el carismático líder y vocalista del grupo. Antes de Volbeat, Poulsen formaba parte de Dominus, una banda de death metal que alcanzó cierto éxito en los años 90. Sin embargo, Poulsen anhelaba explorar nuevas fronteras musicales, dando origen así a Volbeat.
La formación original de la banda incluía a Michael Poulsen en la voz y guitarra, Franz Gottschalk en la guitarra, Anders Kjølholm en el bajo y Jon Larsen en la batería. En 2005, lanzaron su álbum debut “The Strength/The Sound/The Songs”, que rápidamente capturó la atención de críticos y fans por igual, posicionándose como una de las revelaciones del momento.
El segundo álbum, “Rock the Rebel/Metal the Devil”, lanzado en 2007, consolidó su reputación. Este trabajo alcanzó el número uno en las listas danesas y fue certificado con discos de oro. Canciones como "Sad Man’s Tongue" y "The Garden's Tale" se convirtieron en clásicos instantáneos, demostrando la capacidad de la banda para mezclar energía cruda con melodías pegajosas.
Con su tercer álbum, “Guitar Gangsters & Cadillac Blood” (2008), Volbeat no solo reafirmó su popularidad en Europa, sino que también comenzó a ganar una base de seguidores en Estados Unidos y otras partes del mundo. Un
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Black Rose (feat. Danko Jones) Song Lyrics
Black Rose (feat. Danko Jones) by Volbeat Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'til it's over, my friends, count along
Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more
Self destructive on a roller coaster fireball
Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking, cooking, cooking misery
Left my heart on a shelf for way too long
Sick and tired picking up from the dirty floor
I saw the line of snakes that came to me
So innocent was the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
No more broken dreams
I feel like a loaded gun
Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control
Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking, cooking, cooking misery
Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right
Can't call the doctor, he's as sick as you and I
I saw the lines of snakes that came to me
So innocent was the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
So innocent was the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'til it's over my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'til it's over that thing called love
So innocent was the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
Please let it grow, where it belongs
There in the dark where the shadows are born
Leave it alone
I'm sure it will find its way to redeem and blossom
'Cause I know, the black rose will find its home