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![]() Cauda Draconis ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 1240 Регистриран: 10-February 07 Град: Бургас Потребител N: 1861 ![]() |
Doom:vs- Oblivion upon us
I've tried so hard to become human but all I feel is regret. Inside this empty shell we're all so afraid of what we've become. I myself have built the cross I wear every passing day is filled with despair... I see no end to all this pain this human plague that I pity. The love I feel is shallow and weak, the world is dead through my eyes. I myself have built the cross I wear every passing day is filled with despair. I spit upon humanity, I see the world as dust I feel no compassion neither love or lust. Oblivion upon us... I sink into the coldest of waters to drown my tears of shame. For nothing but the pain of suffering I continue to breath. -------------------- ![]() ![]() |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Sonata Arctica - Replica
I'm home again, I won the war, and now I am behind your door. I tried so hard to obey the law, see the meaning of it all. Remember me? Before the war. I'm the man who lived next door. Long ago... As you can see, when you look at me, I'm pieces of what I used to be. It's easier if you don't see me standing on my own two feet. I'm taller when I sit here still, you ask are all my dreams fulfilled. They made me a heart of steal, the kind them bullets cannot see Nothing's what it seems to be, I'm a replica, I'm a replica Empty shell inside of me I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me... The light is green, my slate is clean, new life to fill the hole in me. I had no name, last December, Christmas Eve I can't remember. I was in a constant pain, I saw your shadow in a rain. I painted all your pigeons red, I wish I had stayed home instead. Nothing's what it seems to be, I'm a replica, I'm a replica Empty shell inside of me I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me... Are you gonna leave me now, when it is all over Are you gonna leave me, is my world now over... Raising from the place I've been, and trying to keep my home base clean. Now I'm here and won't go back believe. I fall asleep and dream a dream, I'm floating in a silent dream. No-one placing blame on me But nothing's what it seems to be, yeah. Nothing's what it seems to be, I'm a replica, I'm a replica Empty shell inside of me I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me... -------------------- Хората ме наричат луд, но все още не е изяснено дали лудостта не е висша форма на интелект и дали всичко славно - всичко задълбочено - не е рожба на болната мисъл, на онези настроения на ума, достигнати за сметка на разума. Сънуващите денем знаят много неща, които убягват на сънуващите единствено нощем. В своите сиви видения те успяват да зърнат вечността и се събуждат разтреперани от мисълта, че са били на прага на голяма тайна. Научават по нещо откъслечно от мъдростта, което е за добро, и повече от обикновеното познание, което е за зло. Едгар Алан По - "Елеонора". Ние сме завинаги нова генерация със кървящи от мъка и болка очи. Знаем, че за нас няма компенсация и повръщаме върху надеждата за по-добрите дни. Keelhauled |
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#1353
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![]() Non Serviam ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 5600 Регистриран: 1-July 07 Град: Плевен / Велико Търново Потребител N: 2189 ![]() |
^ Много яка.
![]() Helloween - Phantoms Of Death There are phantoms here on earth who take away our lives They kill your kids and they rape your wives They rip your flesh tear your heart take you down to hell They don't give a damn on any kind of life Phantoms bring evil, destruction and death Night after night the same old game They all look so harmless but deep in their hearts Satan is lurking, and he will break out Always someone at your back only waiting to attack Phantoms of death, Phantoms of death The empire of deceivers is built upon your fear You'll have to lose it 'cause the end is near Warheads, armies stand to strike I know it isn't right I wanna get out of here I don't wanna die Infernal destruction in fire you'll burn Then you'll be helpless but it's not too late Stand up right now and you'll be the winner Or Satan will get you, take you forever Genocide everywhere, where's the saviour of this world Phantoms of death, Phantoms of death Where is he the promised saviour the one who'll save the earth Perhaps he'll come to bury us but then it'll be too late Who are they who are the phantoms who will end our lives It's you and me, you and me open up your eyes Phantoms bring evil, destruction and death Night after night the same old game They all look so harmless but deep in their hearts Satan is lurking, and he will break out We are all parasites of this world we shall die Phantoms of death, Phantoms of death |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Luciano Pavarotti & Sepultura - Roots bloody roots
Roots bloody roots Roots bloody roots Roots bloody roots Roots bloody roots I believe in our fate We don't need to fake It's all we wanna be Watch me freak !! Luciano Pavarotti: I say We're growing every day Getting stronger in every way I'll take you to a place Where we shall find our Luciano Pavarotti & Sepultura: Roots bloody roots Roots bloody roots Roots bloody roots Roots bloody roots Luciano Pavarotti: Rain Bring me the strength Is breeding me this way To get to another day And all I want to see Set us free Luciano Pavarotti & Sepultura: Why Can't you see Can't you feel This is real Mama mia I pray We don't need to change Our ways to be saved That all we wanna be Watch us freak Luciano Pavarotti: Do ré mi fa sol la si do ré mi Do ré mi fa sol la si do ré mi -------------------- Хората ме наричат луд, но все още не е изяснено дали лудостта не е висша форма на интелект и дали всичко славно - всичко задълбочено - не е рожба на болната мисъл, на онези настроения на ума, достигнати за сметка на разума. Сънуващите денем знаят много неща, които убягват на сънуващите единствено нощем. В своите сиви видения те успяват да зърнат вечността и се събуждат разтреперани от мисълта, че са били на прага на голяма тайна. Научават по нещо откъслечно от мъдростта, което е за добро, и повече от обикновеното познание, което е за зло. Едгар Алан По - "Елеонора". Ние сме завинаги нова генерация със кървящи от мъка и болка очи. Знаем, че за нас няма компенсация и повръщаме върху надеждата за по-добрите дни. Keelhauled |
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![]() Non Serviam ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 5600 Регистриран: 1-July 07 Град: Плевен / Велико Търново Потребител N: 2189 ![]() |
Ripping Corpse - Dreaming With The Dead
Through the iron gates Past the holy graves Down the marble steps Unlock the family crypt My sinister ancestry Have hypnotic holds on me Their spells and incantations I learn with trepidation Within the lurid tomb Their black ideas bloom I spend my nights awake To hear the dead relate Arcane philosophies Nocronomic prophecies Summoning beasts that dwell Deep in the ancient well Ashes to ashes, dust to dust The dead control my living husk Compelled to embrace such an evil trust Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Now I am a somber shell The dead direct my living hell Sometimes they toy with me The horrors they make me see Hideous blasphemies Things that I set free Abominations free to strike This vile curtain shouds my life Както и всички останали от "Dreaming With The Dead". Един от най-добрите дет албуми евър! Цитат A song called "Exhumation Day" was recorded but was not
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Doro & Warlock - All We Are
All we are All we are, we are We are all, all we need All we are All we are, we are We are all, all we need Theres beauty in the heart of the beast Fear behind the eyes of the thief I know you know were all incomplete Lets get together and lets get some relief Chorus Stronger than a mountain of steel Faster than hell on wheels Weve got weve got all the power we need Lets build a playground on this old battelfield Chorus Now were stronger We no longer want you bringin us down Weve got the magic So were gonna spread the magic around yeah! Now were stronger We no longer want you pushin us Chorus All we are We are all, all we need -------------------- Хората ме наричат луд, но все още не е изяснено дали лудостта не е висша форма на интелект и дали всичко славно - всичко задълбочено - не е рожба на болната мисъл, на онези настроения на ума, достигнати за сметка на разума. Сънуващите денем знаят много неща, които убягват на сънуващите единствено нощем. В своите сиви видения те успяват да зърнат вечността и се събуждат разтреперани от мисълта, че са били на прага на голяма тайна. Научават по нещо откъслечно от мъдростта, което е за добро, и повече от обикновеното познание, което е за зло. Едгар Алан По - "Елеонора". Ние сме завинаги нова генерация със кървящи от мъка и болка очи. Знаем, че за нас няма компенсация и повръщаме върху надеждата за по-добрите дни. Keelhauled |
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Демон ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 2148 Регистриран: 26-November 06 Потребител N: 1692 ![]() |
G.G. Allin - Outlaw Scumfuc
Everybody knows that I'm a scumbag They won't come and see me in this dive Everyone's afraid of what might happen to them Or if they'll even get out of there alive Some fuckhead in the corner is getting to me Talkin' about the way I look and smell Well I guess he don't know that I'm the Outlaw Scumfuc Someone aughta' warn him before I knock him straight to Hell Because everybody knows that I'm a scumbag I like sluts and whores and I don't care You can say just what you want to say about me But if I hear you I might just go knock you off your chair 'Cause I like to drink whiskey by the gallon I live on peanut butter sandwiches, I don't care I spent some nights in jail in this old country Everybody hates me and I just don't fucking care 'Cause I can sing all those songs about bitches And I still fuck all the prostitutes that I know They tell me I smell like raw sewage But I'm the man that you'll never know Because everybody knows that I'm a scumbag They won't come and see me in this dive Everyone's afraid of what might happen to them Or if they'll even get out of there alive Some fuckhead in the corner is getting to me Talkin' about the way I look and smell Well I guess he don't know it, but I'm the Outlaw Scumfuc Someone aughta' warn him before I knock him straight to Hell Because everybody knows that I'm a scumbag I like sluts and whores and I don't care You can say just what you want to say about me But if I hear you I might just go knock you off your chair And I can sing all those songs about bitches And I still fuck all those prostitutes that I know They tell me I smell like raw sewage But I'm just the man that you'll never know Because everybody knows that I'm a scumbag They'll never come and see me in this dive You can say just what you want to say about me I'll turn my back on you and I'll stick you from behind 'Cause everybody knows that I'm a scumbag... ВЕЛИК!!! R.I.P. -------------------- |
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Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 179 Регистриран: 20-March 08 Потребител N: 2644 ![]() |
Sonata Arctica - Last Drop Falls
When I'm looking in your eyes Everything seems to fade away After all these years we had do I know you now Have I trusted blindly in your love, too many times You said: "hey, my love, I'm sorry but we can't go on 'cause I'm in love with someone else" Tell me, what do you want me to say When you treat me this way Oh I love you, maybe? And I hope it goes away Oh, how I want you daily I know it's gonna stay You are so self satisfied Always ready for a ride Double crossing, lousy cheat, love you anyway You have warm and tender devils soul, you are so low I can hear you say: "I'm sorry, should we still go on, I'm not in love with that someone else" Tell me, what do you want me to say When you treat me this way Oh I love you, maybe? And I hope it goes away Oh, how I want you daily Tell me now that... I have found the whore in you Why can't I tell you "NO"? Time will show, the last word is for me If you fail to see the problem we have, one room full of walls Jar of love isn't dry until the last drop falls The moment I will step aside, you're ready for another ride Walking in the cool night air without underwear You have red light burning in your soul, I've seen the glow In every dream I have I say: "I'm not in love with you" But every day I say I do You have messed with my head so many times Forced me to love you [spoken] Now that... I have found the whore in you why Can't I tell you "NO"? Time will show, the last word is for me If you fail to see the problem we have, one room full of walls I will cry until the last drop falls.. |
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![]() just a dreamer ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 679 Регистриран: 18-September 06 Град: ...в облаците... Потребител N: 1574 ![]() |
POTF - The Beautiful Ones
Flies with a broken wing, she's ever so graceful, so like an angel, but I see, tears flow quietly. The struggle she's seen this spring, when nothing comes dancing, paying a handsome fee, and still she smiles at me. And I can't take it, no I can't help but wonder... Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones? How do you break a heart of gold? Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls? Heroes of tales unsung, untold. Sweet as an angel sings, she gives though she has none left but the last one, free, unhesitatingly. And I am humbled, I'm a broken mirror, and I can't help but wonder... Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones? How do you break a heart of gold? Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls? Heroes of tales unsung, untold. Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones? Why when they walk with love alone? Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls? Just trying to find their way home. ...невероятен просто ![]() -------------------- Вървях, както понякога ми се присънва в нощните сънища: крача и раздавам наляво и надясно щастие. На всички, без никой да остане пренебрегнат! |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Cinderella - Don't know what you got
I can't tell ya baby what went wrong I can't make you feel what you felt so long ago I'll let it show I can't give you back what's been hurt Heartaches come and go and all that's left are the words I can't let go If we take some time to think it over baby Take some time, let me know If you really want to go Don't know what you got till it's gone Don't know what it is i did so wrong Now i know what i got It's just this song And it ain't easy to get back Takes so long I can't feel the things that cause you pain I can't clear my heart of your love it falls like rain Ain't the same I hear you calling far away Tearing through my soul i just can't take another day Who's to blame If we take some time to think it over baby Take some time let me know If you really wanna go Don't know what you got till it's gone Don't know what it is i did so wrong Now i know what i got It's just this song And it ain't easy to get back Takes so long Do you wanna see me beggin' baby Can't you give me just one more day Can't you see my heart's been draggin' lately I've been lookin' for the words to say Don't know what you got till it's gone Don't know what it is i did so wrong Now i know what i got It's just this song And it ain't easy to get back Takes so long Don't know what you got till it's gone no Don't know what it is i did so wrong Now i know what i got It's just this song And it ain't easy to get back Takes so long -------------------- Хората ме наричат луд, но все още не е изяснено дали лудостта не е висша форма на интелект и дали всичко славно - всичко задълбочено - не е рожба на болната мисъл, на онези настроения на ума, достигнати за сметка на разума. Сънуващите денем знаят много неща, които убягват на сънуващите единствено нощем. В своите сиви видения те успяват да зърнат вечността и се събуждат разтреперани от мисълта, че са били на прага на голяма тайна. Научават по нещо откъслечно от мъдростта, което е за добро, и повече от обикновеното познание, което е за зло. Едгар Алан По - "Елеонора". Ние сме завинаги нова генерация със кървящи от мъка и болка очи. Знаем, че за нас няма компенсация и повръщаме върху надеждата за по-добрите дни. Keelhauled |
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![]() Рицар на върховен дом Сянка ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Metal World Conclave Коментари: 13162 Регистриран: 26-November 05 Град: София Потребител N: 1041 ![]() |
^ тази песен е СТРАХОТНА!
In flames - Satellites and astronauts Since the day of my departure I've been stumbling through reality I play my symphony in reverse as I aim for that special path Be gentle to, to the tear in this eye Lonesome arms, lost its wings again Buy me a trip to the moon So I can laugh at my mistakes You see, I can see the end from here From this perspective it looks kind of silly Satellites and astronauts Tell me there are greater things ahead Make me feel like a man A silent cry from the middle of hell (I - the irony - I promise, I'll be mature So please, please invite me please, invite me, to your shelter again) Been hiding since I heard "never" Take me back to yesterday, I need to grow Buy me a trip to the moon So I can laugh at my mistakes You see, I can see the end from here From this perspective it looks kind of silly Satellites and astronauts Tell me there are greater things ahead Buy me a trip to the moon So I can laugh at my mistakes You see, I can see the end from here From this perspective it looks kind of silly Satellites and astronauts Tell me there are... Steal my mask, and make me pay I need a new skin, I'm going insane. -------------------- |
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![]() Бесен тийн, какъвто отдавна не трябва да е ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 3402 Регистриран: 29-October 03 Потребител N: 317 ![]() |
^ Хехе, този ми беше един от любимите текстове 2002. Умирах си да стигна до тази песен и да слушам с кеф и великолепния текст и маниакалните мелодии.
-------------------- "Hayley, take this piercing off your nose! Your face must be metal-free, just like every good radiostation! Stan Smith
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![]() Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 134 Регистриран: 6-April 06 Потребител N: 1271 ![]() |
Колко жалко, че групата отдавна вече не става за нищо.
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![]() Бесен тийн, какъвто отдавна не трябва да е ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 3402 Регистриран: 29-October 03 Потребител N: 317 ![]() |
Ако е така, то е заради такива като теб.
-------------------- "Hayley, take this piercing off your nose! Your face must be metal-free, just like every good radiostation! Stan Smith
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Enough OffTopic
![]() Cavalera Conspiracy - Sanctuary loaded with dynamite i don’t give a fuck ‘cause everybody die tonight call me negative call me what you want you are nothing never was…never will my hostility my sanctuary my reality my sanctuary…underground coming with the storm you wish you were never born fucked up reality i’ll take your soul and plant my seed my hostility my sanctuary my reality my sanctuary…underground no excuses, no regrets everybody die tonight everybody die tonight no divisions, no turning back everybody die tonight everybody die tonight sanctuary, sanctuary everybody die tonight everybody die tonight -------------------- Хората ме наричат луд, но все още не е изяснено дали лудостта не е висша форма на интелект и дали всичко славно - всичко задълбочено - не е рожба на болната мисъл, на онези настроения на ума, достигнати за сметка на разума. Сънуващите денем знаят много неща, които убягват на сънуващите единствено нощем. В своите сиви видения те успяват да зърнат вечността и се събуждат разтреперани от мисълта, че са били на прага на голяма тайна. Научават по нещо откъслечно от мъдростта, което е за добро, и повече от обикновеното познание, което е за зло. Едгар Алан По - "Елеонора". Ние сме завинаги нова генерация със кървящи от мъка и болка очи. Знаем, че за нас няма компенсация и повръщаме върху надеждата за по-добрите дни. Keelhauled |
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![]() Erased ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 937 Регистриран: 11-February 08 Град: Изгубен Потребител N: 2589 ![]() |
Pain - Shut Your Mouth
The only thing I ever wanted, the only thing I ever needed is my own way - I gotta have it all I don't want your opinion, I don't need your ideas stay the fuck out of my face, stay away from me I am my god - I do as I please just wipe your own ass and - shut your mouth I had enough and you're going down - shut your mouth what comes around you know goes around my mind is playing tricks on me I am not as stable as I used to be pushed and shoved, you know you're going too far I will not break my back for you no more, I am gonna go my way I am gonna take control time to wake up and dig myself out of this hell just wipe your own ass and - shut your mouth I had enough and you're going down - shut your mouth what comes around you know goes around - shut your mouth you're getting what your ego deserves - shut your mouth what comes around you know goes around - shut your mouth shut your mouth I had enough and you're going down - shut your mouth what comes around you know goes around shut your mouth shut your mouth shut your mouth -------------------- The 13 Commandments of the Church of Tiamat:
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Демон ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 2148 Регистриран: 26-November 06 Потребител N: 1692 ![]() |
Triumph Of Death
When you have been down in your grave... alive Your mind decays and you're the coffin's slave And when, at midnight, an uncanny bell tolls Terrible noises, the dark graveyard calls Limbs break through the dirt Decay stinks like hell Dark creatures in the fog Crusted blood on the dead Triumph of death! Triumph of death! Eurynomos sends his souls Buried by horrible mistakes (Let me out) You feel you're eaten by worms And the night's alive again When you have been down in your grave... alive Your mind decays and you're my coffin's slave And when, at midnight, an uncanny bell tolls Terrible noises, the dark graveyard calls... you --Hellhammer-- -------------------- |
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Modify my water pistol, fill it with piss. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 1652 Регистриран: 12-March 05 Град: чувствам как почти пропадам в дълбоката рана. Потребител N: 765 ![]() |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Iron Maiden - Die with your boots on
Another Prophet of Disaster Who says this ship is lost Another Prophet of Disaster Leaving you to count the cost Taunting us with Visions Afflicting us with fear Predicting War for millions In the hope that one appears No point asking when it is No point asking who's to go No point asking what's the game No point asking who's to blame 'cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die 'cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die If you're gonna die, die with your boots on If you're gonna try, just stick around Gonna cry, just move along If you're gonna die, you're gonna die In 13 the Beast is rising The Frenchman did surmise Through earthquakes and starvation The warlord will arise Terror, Death, Destruction Pour from the Eastern Sands But the truth of all predictions Is always in your hands No point asking when it is No point asking who's to go No point asking what's the game No point asking who's to blame 'cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die 'cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die If you're gonna die, die with your boots on If you're gonna try, just stick around Gonna cry, just move along If you're gonna die, you're gonna die Solo: Dave They died with their boots on Yes they died They died they died with their boots on We die WE DIE! WE DIE! WE DIE! WE DIE! WE DIE! Solo: Adrian No point asking when it is No point asking who's to go No point asking what's the game No point asking who's to blame 'cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die 'cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die If you're gonna die, die with your boots on If you're gonna try, just stick around Gonna cry, just move along If you're gonna die, you're gonna die -------------------- Хората ме наричат луд, но все още не е изяснено дали лудостта не е висша форма на интелект и дали всичко славно - всичко задълбочено - не е рожба на болната мисъл, на онези настроения на ума, достигнати за сметка на разума. Сънуващите денем знаят много неща, които убягват на сънуващите единствено нощем. В своите сиви видения те успяват да зърнат вечността и се събуждат разтреперани от мисълта, че са били на прага на голяма тайна. Научават по нещо откъслечно от мъдростта, което е за добро, и повече от обикновеното познание, което е за зло. Едгар Алан По - "Елеонора". Ние сме завинаги нова генерация със кървящи от мъка и болка очи. Знаем, че за нас няма компенсация и повръщаме върху надеждата за по-добрите дни. Keelhauled |
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![]() Рицар на върховен дом Сянка ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Metal World Conclave Коментари: 13162 Регистриран: 26-November 05 Град: София Потребител N: 1041 ![]() |
^ Хехе, този ми беше един от любимите текстове 2002. Умирах си да стигна до тази песен и да слушам с кеф и великолепния текст и маниакалните мелодии. Страшна е. Целият Клеймен нещо тея дни ми е влезнал под кожата и не мърда оттам :Р In Flames - Suburban me The self-inflicted state of mind A one-man struggle beneath the tide I think the clock still exists god just forgot to tap my shoulder I woke up today I wish I felt something The odor of my apathy just might be true I want to be the things I see The pilgrim that is me But I know I ain't that free The suburban, that is me Spirits rise and miss the eye Covered by the stench of judgment As gods reflection tests my pride I serve the failure that's haunting me Twisted visions torturing Who claims to be the one? That filtered smile just might be true "On half-speed, tonight I suffer Satisfaction brings the unheeded" Can you hear the message, as I wrestle with the clouds? I'm on the way to succumb, It just might be true. -------------------- |
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Rancid Bowel Sarcoma
rotting defleshed incarnosia minch liynph excraving hobo stench reek pustulose exploring on peeled pubic pukes I ramming my dick in your hole splitting grabing oesophagist sogs gariliac paenemic chunky cannals consumed on broken faeces your organs melting in my stomach virgin systems of digestion munched clinning waste in my slithering sodomy suprapubical necrotic scrotal suffering remained on pedophiling bizarre pulverize all flesh freezing toracical endo genitallia facial nerves diluyng on pulp deformia gribled wasted unborn grotesque deranged torturing dark putrid tissues menstruoparasites on lepral burst excruciating eruption of severed glibs rectocellia laping splatting sherds dehiscenced broweds rancid buffets the pubic structures pro lapses in rupture smells of desintegrated skulls on purulent lard prunctured retro plasming innards breakage boling on genetical aftermathing wrist carbuncular neo cervyx immerse of urine slurping rectum thrombose in repugnance in disgust y rancid regurgitate violent engorgement blasted on anatomy stiff endo sarcoma grinning bursted lurk of perverse swarming vile recto macerated nausea undinicism breaking on suppure stench vitreobactereology infesting the crabia strangled myo cavernosa purulence uretra completly full of reeking shreds critycal pro indigested gut in rancid fluyds horrid pircing in phallus chewed pus formed bowel of ulcerous fluyds anoplasmical deform saturated of oxidisied ferocious disgorge depraving in your body swollen larynxpurulence cyst raping all porously flesh on dislocated grim peeling your insides on crepitating scrubs i'm your cure in your perverse disease filling you in mastication i'm meeting my real antropophagist desire my climax is totally fulfied and the smell of my creation grubs in perverse ![]() ![]() ![]() -------------------- |
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Kamelot - When the lights are down
Rules without exceptions last eternally Every move you make creates your destiny I've come to soak my Sorrow in Halo Black As black as the seal on my soul Cause when the lights are down There's no more to say Love is the real pain An internal revolution in my mind Cause when the lights are down You're so far away Tell me your real name In the silence of the darkness we unite (Rules without exceptions last eternally Every move you make creates your destiny) What can protect me from the past And all the things that I have done She told me And then she was gone Cause when the lights are down There's no more to say Deep in the shadows Where the last of my delusions made a stand Cause when the lights are down She'll take me away Tell me her real name And in death we'll live the love we never had Oh come all ye faithful Beneath the Moon Beneath the Moon Into the void as one Marching on Cause when the lights are down There's no more to say Love is the real pain An internal revolution in my mind And when the lights are down She'll take me away Tell me her real name And in death we'll live the love we never had |
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![]() Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 192 Регистриран: 4-February 08 Град: софия Потребител N: 2574 ![]() |
SLAYER-Angel of Death
Auschwitz, the meaning of pain The way that I want you to die Slow death, immense decay Showers that cleanse you of your life Forced in Like cattle You run Stripped of Your life's worth Human mice, for the Angel of Death Four hundred thousand more to die Angel of Death Monarch to the kingdom of the dead Sadistic, surgeon of demise Sadist of the noblest blood Destroying, without mercy To benefit the Aryan race Surgery, with no anesthesia Feel the knife pierce you intensely Inferior, no use to mankind Strapped down screaming out to die Angel of Death Monarch to the kingdom of the dead Infamous butcher, Angel of Death Pumped with fluid, inside your brain Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes Burning flesh, drips away Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil Frigid cold, cracks your limbs How long can you last In this frozen water burial? Sewn together, joining heads Just a matter of time 'Til you rip yourselves apart Millions laid out in their Crowded tombs Sickening ways to achieve The holocaust Seas of blood, bury life Smell your death as it burns Deep inside of you Abacinate, eyes that bleed Praying for the end of Your wide awake nightmare Wings of pain, reach out for you His face of death staring down, Your blood running cold Injecting cells, dying eyes Feeding on the screams of The mutants he's creating Pathetic harmless victims Left to die Rancid Angel of Death Flying free Angel of Death Monarch to the kingdom of the dead Infamous butcher, Angel of Death Angel of Death |
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![]() Бесен тийн, какъвто отдавна не трябва да е ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 3402 Регистриран: 29-October 03 Потребител N: 317 ![]() |
^ Ето такива неща слушат непропадналите ненаркоманчета!
-------------------- "Hayley, take this piercing off your nose! Your face must be metal-free, just like every good radiostation! Stan Smith
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Soldier of fortune
I have often told you stories About the way I lived the life of a drifter Waiting for the day When Id take your hand And sing you songs Then maybe you would say Come lay with me love me And I would surely stay But I feel Im growing older And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound Of a windmill goin round I guess Ill always be A soldier of fortune Many times Ive been a traveller I looked for something new In days of old When nights were cold I wandered without you But those days I thougt my eyes Had seen you standing near Though blindness is confusing It shows that youre not here Now I feel Im growing older And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound Of a windmill goin round I guess Ill always be A soldier of fortune Yes, I can hear the sound Of a windmill goin round I guess Ill always be A soldier of fortune -------------------- There are secrets that you keep. There are secrets that you tell to me alone. I can't reach things I can't see. You don't see this strange world. Quite the same as me. Don't deny me what I am. Nothing hidden still you fail to see the truth. These are things you can't reveal! These are things you can't reveal! |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
класика
а,ето един много красив текст King Diamond - So Sad I am sitting in the Dark, I'm with my Love We are looking into each other's eyes I know if THEY take her away, there is no life Take her away and I die "Tell me this is not goodbye" Do you remember the Butterfly "It made me cry" I know...but we dried it's wings so it could fly again I wonder if this is the end, for You and I I know we've got to say goodbye I know that I would change my life.. for You I would die for you "I will always remember the things we used to do All the memories I keep in here, just for me and You With your image in my eyes I take You with me when it's time to go" I swear...I swear I'll find You I'll keep on searching, searching till the end of time "And if I can’t survive without You by my side" Then wait for me, wait for me Wait on the other side.. I'll be there "I can barely see You anymore" You must remember the Butterfly, it did not die "I Love You" ... I Love you Too "I can't see You anymore" Goodbye My Love -------------------- Хората ме наричат луд, но все още не е изяснено дали лудостта не е висша форма на интелект и дали всичко славно - всичко задълбочено - не е рожба на болната мисъл, на онези настроения на ума, достигнати за сметка на разума. Сънуващите денем знаят много неща, които убягват на сънуващите единствено нощем. В своите сиви видения те успяват да зърнат вечността и се събуждат разтреперани от мисълта, че са били на прага на голяма тайна. Научават по нещо откъслечно от мъдростта, което е за добро, и повече от обикновеното познание, което е за зло. Едгар Алан По - "Елеонора". Ние сме завинаги нова генерация със кървящи от мъка и болка очи. Знаем, че за нас няма компенсация и повръщаме върху надеждата за по-добрите дни. Keelhauled |
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![]() Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 203 Регистриран: 20-February 07 Потребител N: 1904 ![]() |
Wuthering heights - The Road Goes Ever On
Now as I'm sitting here My life passing by I recall the things I'he done I watch the sun But this is not the end No the end I'll never see And I'll be moving on A sunbeam heats my chest; it's time to rise again The leaves above whisper to me I feel the land. I feel the air Blowing through my hair Now into the down I'm heading again The hills are calling my name Like a leaf on the ground I'm blown away I wasn't born to stay Living for the roads I see I'm wild, I'm free A stranger from the past But I'm not the last 'Cause the road goes on and on. The road goes on and on The road goes on and on. The road goes on and on Don't know if it's a curse or just another kind of blood But my road goes on and on Yes the road goes ever on Now the sun sinks... The air is growing chill I lie down under just another tree The last grey daylight dies Now as I close my eyes Then the shadows surround me again The cool wind touches my face The empty landscape fills my mind Guess I'm behind my time And yet I'll always be Though my time is done In darkness, in the sun Travel on 'Cause the road goes on and on; The road goes on and on The road goes on oand on; The road goes on and on No I'm not antisocial, I'm of another kind And my road goes on and on Yes the road goes ever on You know me in your dreams Though you hide it well I'm who you'd wish you were The traveller 'Cause the road goes on and on; The road goes on and on The road goes on oand on; The road goes on and on I'he lived my life, fulfilled my dreams, I'm not afraid to die But my road goes on and on The road goes ever on The road goes on and on... |
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![]() Balance Guardian ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Админ Коментари: 28391 Регистриран: 12-January 03 Град: София Потребител N: 3 ![]() |
^ Култ, Танче.
![]() -------------------- Great holes secretly are digged where earth's pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl.
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Metallica - Turn The Page
On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha You can listen to the engines moaning out as one long song You think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through Here I am - on the road again There I am - up on the stage Here I go - playing star again There I go - turn the page So you walk into this restaurant strung out from the road And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can All the same old clichés, "is it woman? is it man?" And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand Make your stand Here I am - on the road again There I am - up on the stage Here I go - playing star again There I go - turn the page Oo-ooh, out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away Every ounce of energy you try to give away As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play, yeah Later in the evening,as you lie awake in bed With the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your head You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said What she said He-ey Yeah And here I am - on the road again There I am - up on a stage Here I go - playing star again There I go - turn the page There I go - turn that page There I go, yeah, yeah There I go, yeah, yeah, yeah There I go, yeah There I go, yeah There I go, oo-oo-ooh There I go And I'm gone -------------------- Хората ме наричат луд, но все още не е изяснено дали лудостта не е висша форма на интелект и дали всичко славно - всичко задълбочено - не е рожба на болната мисъл, на онези настроения на ума, достигнати за сметка на разума. Сънуващите денем знаят много неща, които убягват на сънуващите единствено нощем. В своите сиви видения те успяват да зърнат вечността и се събуждат разтреперани от мисълта, че са били на прага на голяма тайна. Научават по нещо откъслечно от мъдростта, което е за добро, и повече от обикновеното познание, което е за зло. Едгар Алан По - "Елеонора". Ние сме завинаги нова генерация със кървящи от мъка и болка очи. Знаем, че за нас няма компенсация и повръщаме върху надеждата за по-добрите дни. Keelhauled |
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