Stratovarius is in the studio!

[Empathica1928]

They put a short video up the other day showing Rolf drumming in the studio. I hope the album comes out this year, or at the start of 2019! My birthday is at the end of January so that would be pretty cool timing

I'm so excited. Stratovarius has been on fire since the 'new era' began.

[SentineLEX]

Has to be! The pattern has always been Stratovarius -> Sonata Arctica -> Kamelot -> repeat so now that The Shadow Theory is out, it's time for another album.

[Empathica1928]

And Rolf just shared a status update on Facebook, he recorded 4 new songs last Friday. It's happening!

[mocobhc]

Yay Will still take ages until they're done with it of course, but hey - it's happening, hooray :banana1: :banana2: :banana1: :banana2: :banana1: :banana2:

[AAAAAAAAAA]

No Lassila No Stratovarius

[NeverendingAbyss]

I can finally jerk off again.

[SentineLEX]

No Lassila No Stratovarius

No Avalon 3

[AAAAAAAAAA]

No Lassila No Stratovarius

No Avalon 3

No Saana Foundation

[Hubble86]

Thanks for that! I am staying at the top. Always! Haha and pfffff...

[AAAAAAAAAA]

Thanks for that! I am staying at the top. Always! Haha and pfffff...

Now that i'm back upon my throne,
I thought it best to cast the first stone,
In recent years, verse has been few,
And missing in action have been the A-crew,

Yes- this humble man balks from his shabby brown box,
Just ten minutes away from the man quite gay,
(You know who he is but i'd rather not say- no names, no flames is the word of the day)

From the feathered quill pen of the humble baker,
To the flocculent ears of the hirsute rhyme-taker,
I grant thee this offering to do as you may,
A pfff pastry of rhythm served with a lexical bouquet

But now the night calls, that's the hand i've been dealt,
The burden of time zones can clearly be felt
I can feel it clearly, I tell you no lies,
As I struggle to keep open..........my fucking eyes.

[Hubble86]

Thanks for that! I am staying at the top. Always! Haha and pfffff...

Now that i'm back upon my throne,
I thought it best to cast the first stone,
In recent years, verse has been few,
And missing in action have been the A-crew,

Yes- this humble man balks from his shabby brown box,
Just ten minutes away from the man quite gay,
(You know who he is but i'd rather not say- no names, no flames is the word of the day)

From the feathered quill pen of the humble baker,
To the flocculent ears of the hirsute rhyme-taker,
I grant thee this offering to do as you may,
A pfff pastry of rhythm served with a lexical bouquet

But now the night calls, that's the hand i've been dealt,
The burden of time zones can clearly be felt
I can feel it clearly, I tell you no lies,
As I struggle to keep open..........my fucking eyes.

You think you are sitting on some rhyme-throne,
But I am the first to throw a big stone,
And soon I throw more and not few,
Since I like to be the rhyme-thief, in the A-fam-crew.

Yes, this thief, is far from the shabby brown box,
Where the baker rhymes, when he bakes cake-locks,
In his bakery, where all had to be gay,
to suit the owner, at least, that's what he say,
We all know what he wants, but no names from me today.

Some flocculent ears, on the humble baker,
can be offended, he is after all a muffinmaker,
That bakes the best Pffffrhymes ever were served.
And then he has, most of all, not to be nerved.


But, as soon as the sun goes down in the west,
He feels how his fucking eyes have it best,
Under his bed, without any quest...