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![]() Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 65 Регистриран: 29-September 08 Град: SGC, Cheyenne Mountain Complex Потребител N: 3015 ![]() |
Thyrfing - Jag Spar Fordarv
En sjukdom obotlig, en pest otyglad Detta ar allt vad vi ger dig Forlеt oss icke for vеra synder, Ty vi kanner dem Forgat ej vad vi gor, ty vi ska minnas val vad vi gjort [Chorus:] Slе oss ned pе bojda knan Lеt din dom falla over oss Lеt det regna over oss i еrtusenden Drank oss i dina tеrar Vi ar blеtt en cysta, blott en svulst pе din kropp Vi ar blott еngest, blott kvalm pе din sjal Ett skammens arv vi skapar Ett skammens arv vi lamnar Vеr avkomma avslutar vеrt verk [Repeat Chorus:] Generation efter generation fostras till hemgеng i ditt hus Sе som din dom har forseglats - forseglas ocksе vеr ------------------------------------------------------------------- [English translation:] Thyrfing - I Foresee Ruin A disease incurable, a plague rampant This is all we give you Forgive us not our sins, for we know them well Forget not what we do, for we shall remember what we did [Chorus:] Force us on our knees Let your judgment fall on us Let it rain on us for a thousand years Drown us in your tears We are but a cyst, but a growth on your body We are but anguish, but calamity on your soul A shameful legacy we spawn A shameful legacy we leave Our offspring finish our work [Repeat Chorus:] Generation after generation born into apathy As your condemnation was sealed – so is ours sealed |
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#1562
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![]() Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 83 Регистриран: 1-October 08 Град: Варна Потребител N: 3023 ![]() |
Hedon
Enter suicidal angels; How hungry have we become; Like animals naked in shame Fed with the hooves of apocalypse That galloped down, disordered Worlds behind From word to a word I was led to A word That spanned over cultures in rage Crimson masses, steeped in decadence Holding our tongues to the thirsty Sun So, is the future still open? Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark Hearts To draw down the end from within We need not the horns That emanate from our warty, haunted Bodies Nihilist, hedon The priceless art of their lives Sorrow is a wing laid atop their Heads. Skin deep, we carve our immeasurable Sorrow In the fold of your shivering arms Hedon, Your children wild And filled with death Jupiter in our unforgiving eyes; A pandemonium of bodies and gold Eager, as a part of your face And the sickness attached to your Skin (stone) As the wine-rush, Chargin from androgynous wombs To open free the lid of pain Hedon, Rinsed in post-human shadows A monument scorned by the teeth Of time Stale-faced keeper of secrets, Leaded with implosive fire The whore that carried the apostle To the mating point on the graves Of giants We look at you, afraid To see what we really are. Учудвам се на себе си ама за мен това е мнооого смислен и уместен текст ![]() -------------------- Where are the plastic doves ready to kill
The inspiration I try to fulfill Cry for me sister on Valentine`s day You`ll find me lying on Hollywood Hills |
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#1563
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![]() Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 201 Регистриран: 28-September 08 Град: In the Land of Rape and Honey Потребител N: 3011 ![]() |
Soundgarden - Jesus Christ Pose
And you stare at me In the Jesus Christ pose Arms held out Like you've been carryin' a load And you swear to me You don't want to be my slave But you're staring at me Like I, like I need to be saved, saved Like I need to be saved, saved In the Jesus Christ pose In the Jesus Christ pose Arms held out In the Jesus Christ pose Thorns and shroud Like it's the coming of the Lord I swear to you, I would never feed you pain But you're staring at me Like I, like I'm driving the nails, nails Like I'm driving the nails, nails Like I'm driving the nails, nails, nails Like I'm driving the nails, nails In the Jesus Christ pose In the Jesus Christ pose Arms held out In your Jesus Christ pose Thorns and shroud Like it's the coming of the Lord Would it pain you more to walk on water Than to wear a crown of thorns? It wouldn't pain me more to bury you rich Than to bury you poor In the Jesus Christ pose In the Jesus Christ pose -------------------- ![]() I'm on a mission to never forget 3,000 people that I've never met We want some answers and all that we get Some kind of shit about a terrorist threat Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies SUPRISE, SUPRISE!!! |
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#1564
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![]() Balance Guardian ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Админ Коментари: 28391 Регистриран: 12-January 03 Град: София Потребител N: 3 ![]() |
Dark Tranquillity - Hours Passed In Exile
What if: A) some things are destined to failure B) some things are never meant to be C) someone never sees D) someone never opens E) somehow we are different Though I never claimed to be right Give to me the benefit of doubt I brought you fires That you put out I brought you fires For I cannot be without I came with sadness But this my shattered heart can't bear What of the times in exile What of the hours passed What if touches seem too trivial You can never tell me I'm wrong A song I've heard so long So what if healing takes forever So what if time is meant for others So what is left is but a shatter And what is broken can't be whole -------------------- 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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#1565
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![]() Просветен ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 455 Регистриран: 30-July 08 Град: там където има бира.. Потребител N: 2903 ![]() |
Limp Bizkit - Take A Look Around
all the tension in the world today all the little girls fillin up the world today when the good comes to bad the bad comes to good but im a live my life like i should (like i should) now all the critics wanna hit it shit can ever did it just because they dont get it but ill stay fitted knew there commited now this red cap gets a wrap from these critics do we always gotta cry (gotta cry) do we always gotta live inside a lie (live inside a lie) lifes just a blast its movin really fast better stay on top or life will kick you in the ass follow me into a solo remember that,kid so what you wanna do and where you gonna run when your starin down the cable of my might put it at your grill like gun Limp Bizkit is rockin the set its like russian roulette when your placin your bet so dont be upset when your broke and your done cuz im a be the one til i jet(im a be the one til i jet) i know why you wanna hate me i know why you wanna hate me i know why you wanna hate me cause hate is all the world has even seen lately i know why you wanna hate me i know why you wanna hate me now i know why you wanna hate me cause hate is all the world has even seen lately why you wanna hate me cause hate is all the world has even seen lately why you wanna hate me cause hate is all the world has even seen lately does anybody really know the secret or the combination for this life and where they keep it its kinda sad when u dont know the meanin but everything happens for a reason (everything happens for a reason) i dont even know what i should say cause im an idiot a loser, microphone abuser i analyze every second i exist beatin on my mind every second with my fists and everybody wanna run (wanna run) everybody wanna hide from the gun (hide from the gun) you can take a ride through this life if you want but you cant take the edge off the knife (no sir) and now you want your money back (money back) but your denied cause your brains fried from the sack and there aint nothin i can do cause life is a lesson you learn it when your through i know why you wanna hate me (wanna hate me) i know why you wanna hate me (know why you wanna hate me) i know why you wanna hate me (know why you wanna hate me) cause hate is all the world has even seen lately i know why you wanna hate me (why you wanna hate me) i know why you wanna hate me (you wanna hate me) now i know why you wanna hate me (wanna hate me) cause hate is all the world has even seen lately know why you wanna hate me cause hate is all the world has even seen lately know you wanna hate me cause hate is all the world has even seen lately now i know why now i know why now i know why now i know why now i know why you wanna hate me now i know why you wanna hate me now i know why you wanna hate me cause hate is all the world has even seen lately cause hate is all the world has even seen lately cause hate is all the world has even seen lately -------------------- "One German is a philosopher, two Germans are a beer pub,
three Germans are a heavy industry, four Germans are a world war, five Germans are ATROCITY!" ![]() |
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#1566
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Children of Bodom - Angels Don't Kill
(I want no one to escape) I hear the footsteps walking by, Watching myself slowly die, Sharp pains impaling through my heart, Slowly tearing me apart... One minute you're an angel fallen from grace. Next, the fears that I hate. Pick me up from the gutter with a gentle kiss, Then rips off my heart to show me, how black it is! No... Yet again... it feels so cold... Yet I won't turn back. I’ll die alone. I hear the footsteps walking by. Watching myself slowly die. Sharp pains impaling through my heart, Slowly tearing me apart... When you appear as an angel, Knocking me down, looking my way. Could you ever kill the pain in my heart? Even though they say angels don’t kill. Fuck no... Yet again... it feels so cold... Yet I won't turn back. I’ll die alone. No... Yet again... it feels so cold... Yet I won't turn back. I’ll die alone. -------------------- 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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Blind Guardian-The Bard's Song - In The Forest
Now you all know The bards and their songs When hours have gone by I'll close my eyes In a world far away We may meet again But now hear my song About the dawn of the night Let's sing the bards' song Tomorrow will take us away Far from home No one will ever know our names But the bards' songs will remain Tomorrow will take it away The fear of today It will be gone Due to our magic songs There's only one song Left in my mind Tales of a brave man Who lived far from here Now the bard songs are over And it's time to leave No one should ask you for the name Of the one Who tells the story Tomorrow will take us away Far from home No one will ever know our names But the bards' songs will remain Tomorrow all will be known And you're not alone So don't be afraid In the dark and cold 'Cause the bards' songs will remain They all will remain In my thoughts and in my dreams They're always in my mind These songs of hobbits, dwarfs and men And elves Come close your eyes You can see them too |
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KREATOR-Violent Revolution
Society failed to tolerate me And I have failed to tolerate society Still I can’t find what you adore Inside I hear the echoes of an inner war Nothing can take the horror from me Your sick world the loss of all morality My hate has grown as strong as my confusion My only hope my only solution is a Violent Revolution Violent Revolution, Violent Revolution Reason for the people to destroy I do not need a cause for my rage I just despise the nature of the human race When all I see is repulsion and hate Violence becomes my only friend, my saving grace When love is lost beyond your control A pale shadow of lust can not enlight your soul So keep your ice cold bitter illusions I don’t need your empty world my only solution is a Violent Revolution Violent Revolution, Violent Revolution Reason for the people to destroy Beauty is no more it’s all gone And utopia will not come Trust I can not feel, only pain And my burning mind has gone insane |
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#1569
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Bullet for my valentine - Tears don't fall
Let's go! With blood shot eyes I watch you sleeping The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame? There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better? Your tears don't fall They crash around me Her conscience calls the guilty to come home Your tears don't fall They crash around me Her conscience calls the guilty to come home The moments died, I hear no screaming The visions left inside me are slowly fading Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame? There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better? Your tears don't fall They crash around me Her conscience calls the guilty to come home Your tears don't fall They crash around me Her conscience calls the guilty to come home Oh! Yeah! This battered room I've seen before The broken bones they heal no more, no more With my last breath I'm choking Will this ever end I'm hoping My world is over one more time Lets go Would she hear me if i called her name? Would she hold me, if she knew my shame? There's always something to be going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better? Your tears don't fall They crash around me Her conscience calls the guilty to come home Your tears don't fall [tears don't fall] They crash around me Her conscience calls the guilty to come BACK! Your tears dont fall they crash around me Her conscience calls the guilty to come home. -------------------- |
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Katatonia - Day
Grey park look the same And the days are pale I never thought it would rain this way I should be knowing this It used to be me Let's stay here for a while Is something gonna happen Today your smile has decayed It will never be the same I never thought I would laugh again I should be knowing this It used to be me Let's stay here for a while Is something gonna happen Today now it's dark And you're colder now It's dark and i'm older now It's dark and you're colder And you tell me that my parks are grey Let's stay here for a while Is something gonna happen Today grey park look the same All the days are pale I never thought it would rain this way I should be knowing that It used to be me Let's stay here for a while Is something gonna happen Today -------------------- And if I don't,
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EVILE-Schizophrenia
Frantic personality Twisted dance of despair No grasp on reality Of the voices beware Grotesque mental images Burning in the mind Breaking down, shattered pieces Chains of madness bind Hellish voices multiply Distort and report to the mind Schizophrenia Splitting of the mind Psychotic delusional Beliefs are not your own Violent harsh illusions Affliction unknown Extreme paranoia Irrational distrust Merciless destroyer Existence starts to rust Hellish voices multiply Distort and report to the mind Schizophrenia Splitting of the mind No end to paranoia Disorder, Disease Schizophrenia Trapped in psychosis At you they stare Trusting no one But none’s there Thoughts of persecution Everyone’s out to kill They want your execution Your skull they want to drill Destructive phobia Suspicion tears you apart Fragmented poisoned view Your decline they start Hellish voices multiply Distort and report to the mind Schizophrenia Splitting of the mind No end to paranoia Disorder, Disease Schizophrenia |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
един наистина страхотен текст
Metallica - My friend of misery You just stood there screaming fearing no one was listening to you they say the empty can rattles the most the sound of your voice must soothe you hearing only what you want to hear and knowing only what you've heard you you're smothered in tragedy and you're out to save the world misery you insist that the weight of the world should be on your shoulders misery there's much more to life than what you see my friend of misery you still stood there screaming no one caring about these words you tell my friend before your voice is gone one man's fun is another's hell these times are sent to try men's souls but something's wrong with all you see you you'll take it on all yourself remember, misery loves company misery you insist that the weight of the world should be on your shoulders misery there's much more to life than what you see my friend of misery you just stood there screaming my friend of misery -------------------- 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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![]() But what I thought I could control took hold of me instead... ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 957 Регистриран: 20-February 08 Град: София Потребител N: 2604 ![]() |
^ Невероятен е.
И от мен едно: Misanthrope From above and around, observations are collected Knowledge is taken in by curious life forms That may bring hope from beyond Beneath the giver of life, our sun An examination of another kind is done A view from those who stood high And breathed the sky An opinion from below and from above Some were decided, some wer not A few looked away, but none forgot Misanthrope Hater of all mankind There is some hope For those who own their mind They came, they saw and acknowledged Some good, some bad Opinion: Dangerous Stay where you are, don't get consumed By what they created from sheer neglect In denial of years and years of shattered souls That were lost to the power of Fragile, frightful minds A view from those who stood high And breathed the sky An opinion from below and from above Some were decided, some wer not A few looked away, but none forgot Misanthrope Hater of all mankind There is some hope For those who own their mind They came, they saw and acknowledged Some good, some bad Opinion: Dangerous -------------------- |
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My Dying Wish
On the day I die Don't pray for me Soulstealer In the place I lye Set me free Soulstealer Take your crosses from my grave All the tokens of your faith Far from me When the voices of the saints Call to send me on my way Don't you let them speak for me Like the ocean turns to rain I will come back to reclaim My space of love Where I will rise again Take me to the place where I belong Take me to the grace we've fallen from On the day I die Don't you let them pray for me |
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Нещо, което ще се утвърди като въздух.
Kingdom Of Sorrow - Free The Fallen I'm still living, searching and questioning I'm still hoping, bleeding and wandering Searching for something to ease the agony Questioning all of this life lost in front of me Trying not to let the hopelessness engulf me Wishing for the realization to give me something, someone to help me feel again Something, someone to let me heal again How can we free the fallen? How can we free the fallen? Free them from themselves I'm still living, searching and questioning I'm still hoping, bleeding and wandering I'm still living, searching and questioning I'm still hoping for this world to give me something, someone to help me feel again Something, someone to help me live again How can we free the fallen? How can we free the fallen? Free them from themselves Searching for something to ease this agony Questioning all of this life lost in front of me Trying not to let the hopelessness engulf me Wishing for the realization to come to me Ressurect me I'm still searching for something in this life Anyone or anything to give me peace inside. -------------------- |
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PIGSTY-THREE LITTLE PIGS
THREE LITTLE PIGS WALKED ON THEIR WAY SUDDENLY THEY GOT ANGRY THEY READ ABOUT PORK FEAST IN NEAR VILLAGE THEY LOADED THEIR GUNS AND WENT THERE CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH PORK MEAT, BEER, BREAD AND SMILE - THE MORTAL SIN NOBODY KNOWS THAT THEY WILL DIE - THE MORTAL SIN SHOTS SOUNDED ONLY VERY SHORTLY THREE LITTLE PIGS ARE EXPERIENCED ASSASINS MANY PEOPLE DIED IN THE MOMENT CAUSE TO EAT PORK IS THE SIN THERE`S CHANGE OUTSIDE TOO THERE ISN`T A PIG ON THE HOOK THERE`S BUTCHERS TORSO IT`S NOT A NICE LOOK |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
The Offspring - The Kids Aren't Alright
When we were young the future was so bright (whoa) the whole neighborhood was so alive (whoa) and every kid on the whole damn street (whoa) was gonna make it big on every beat. now the neighborhood's cracked and torn (whoa) the kids are grown up but their lives are worn (whoa) how can one little street swallow so many lives Chorus: Chances thrown nothing's free longing for what used to be still it's hard hard to see fragile lives shattered dreams GO!! Jamie had a chance, well she really did Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job Just plays guitar, smokes a lot of pot Jay commited suicide Brandon OD'd and died What the hell is going on? Cruellest dream, reality Chorus (x2) Chances thrown nothing's free longing for what used to be still it's hard hard to see fragile lives shattered dreams GO!! -------------------- 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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Lamb Of God - Omerta
Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot take care of themself without that law is both. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, "If I Live, I will kill you, If I Die, You are forgiven." Such is the Rule of Honor. Broken the paradigm an example must be set. Invoke the Siren's song and sign the death warrant. This is what has been wrought for 30 pieces of silver. The tongues of men and angels bought by a beloved betrayer. I am the result, what's better left unspoken. Violence begins to mend what was broken. You've been talking, I've been all ears. Words meant to dwell in darkness shall never see the light of day. Words can be broken so can bones, execute the mandate. Mouth full of dirt your name is removed from the registry. St. Peter greets with empty eyes then turns and locks the gate. I am the result, what's better left unspoken. Violence begins to mend what was broken. You've been talking, I've been all ears. Omerta. Cheaply venal, stupidly verbose. A slip of the tongue, a slit of the throat. Six feet under with no marker. Keep my name from your mouth forever. Free speech for the living, dead men tell no tales. Your laughing finger will never point again. Omerta. Omerta. Sing for me now. -------------------- |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Lordi - Evilyn
She cannot help herself The voices tell her so All sinners go to hell She's gotta help them go She knows it - it ain't just her fantasy That drives her Deep in her - the killer rose Evilyn, you've gone too far Nothing saves your putrid heart There's no room in heaven anymore Evilyn, you chose to fall You shall fall forevermore Evilyn, you've gone too far 'Cause your heart is made in hell Oh she means well but who could tell That it was all for love Her love is twisted, bred in hell She thinks it's from above -------------------- 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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Midnight - Lost Reflection
Audio Locked in this attic; been here so many years Shanna won't set me free She says I'm evil, but then she doesn't know I'm not pretending - no, not me Full moon's reflecting a face in the mirror Twisted and bleeding No, you can't be real, no you're all in my mind Shades of insanity - you're not me Life in the attic - I like my rocking chair Staring in shadows Crouched in the corner, waiting for something Laughing at nothing - no one there And on and on I wonder is there more What is life beyond the attic door? The full moon in my eyes is all that's real The mirror's lost reflection is in me Life in the attic Cobwebs and dusty dreams; sharp knives and hollow screams Wide eyes of terror; ha, ha Clawing the attic door; I can't take it anymore You'd better go away! Hey! Ha, ha, ha Who's there? No one there You're not me! |
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Swallow The Sun - Too Cold For Tears
Sweet fall, come and take me away from this pain Towards the dark womb of winter Beautiful fall, kill the light of summer And bless us with your shades Sweet fall, chase the sun away And lay down the veil of leaves Beautiful fall, come and take me away from this pain Towards the dark womb of November "To them you are the bringer of grief But you will lead me to hope Into the arms of winter frost Will you release me And silence those fears I wait for your arrival And soon it will be too cold for the tears" The great clouds, I welcome your shields My old friend, will you lay me back to rest I've been suffering so long without you Come and take me away from this pain |
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![]() Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 83 Регистриран: 1-October 08 Град: Варна Потребител N: 3023 ![]() |
Amorphis - Against Widows
The Devils weds a widow Death another's leftovers Better to lie on a willows Rest on alder boughs Then upon a widow's bed On a used woman's pillow Sweeter the side of a fence Then a widow's flank Softer the side of a grove Than a widow's beside is The Devil weds a widow The grave one twice wed A widow's hand is rougher Than a dry spruce bough With which she strikes the playful Grabs the one who laughs A widow has had her games And spent a merry evening и Forefather - When Our England Died [Music Traditional] [Lyrics Wulfstan] Wearily to the last battle they strode Onward through day and through night To death they did go but they let them know the power of Angelisc might Together they walked and together they'd fall Under the Autumn sky With victory song behind shield-wall strong They slashed and they battered with pride Over river and stream and through forest and field They marched with fire in their eyes Wiping the sweat from their brows For miles they had fared and no effort was spared On the day when our England died Over river and stream and through forest and field We'll march with fire in our eyes Like the forefathers of old For miles we shall fare and no effort we'll spare Till the day when our England's revived -------------------- Where are the plastic doves ready to kill
The inspiration I try to fulfill Cry for me sister on Valentine`s day You`ll find me lying on Hollywood Hills |
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![]() Просветен ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 491 Регистриран: 15-June 08 Град: From the deepest depts of human mind Потребител N: 2797 ![]() |
Lamb of God - Laid To Rest
If there was a single day I could live... a single breath I could take I'd trade all the others away. The blood's on the wall, so you'd might as well just admit it And bleach out the stains, commit to forgetting it. You're better off empty and blank, than left with a single pathetic trace of this Smother another failure, lay this to rest. Console yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck Absorb yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself. I'll chain you to the truth, for the truth shall set you free I'll turn the screws of vengeance and bury you with honesty I'll make all your dreams come to life, then slay them as quickly as they came Smother another failure, lay this to rest. Console yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck Absorb yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck. Failure. If there was a day I could live, if there was a single breath I could take I'd trade all the others away. Много силен според мене текст! -------------------- Only the foolish believe that suffering is just wages for being different.
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Autopsy - Disembowel
Here I sit surrounded by white My arms wrapped around my back real tight What did I do that was so worng that I had to pay I don't think anyones gonna miss her anyway I just couldn't take anymore shit So with a swing of my knife her stomach was split Putrid bile and guts al over the floor Couldn't help but laugh at this vision of gore Severed flesh began to expel blood The stench of defecation as I cut Shoved my hand into the gaping slice As you tried to emit gurgling cries Intestines on the ground Guts removed Disebowel Twitching... Violently Dying... In agony Blood... Comes flowing forth Eyes... No longer see Severed flesh began to expel blood The stench of defecation as I cut Shoved my hand into the gaping slice As you tried to emit gurgling cries Intestines on the ground Guts removed Disebowel ...кенибъл корпс да ми лапат уя! -------------------- |
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SLAYER-War Ensemble
Propaganda death ensemble Burial to be Corpses rotting through the night In blood laced misery Scorched earth the policy The reason for the siege The pendulum it shaves the blade The strafing air blood raid Infiltration push reserves Encircle the front lines Supreme art of strategy Playing on the minds Bombard till submission Take all to their graves Indication of triumph The number that are dead [CHORUS] Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war When victory's a massacre The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill [CHORUS] Be dead friend from above When darkness falls Descend into my sights Your fallen walls Spearhead break through the lines Flanked all around Soldiers of attriction Forward their ground Regime prophetic age Old in its time Flowing veins run on through Deep in the Rhine Center of the web All battles scored What is our war crimes (Era forever more...war) Propaganda war ensemble Burial to be Bones shining in the night In blood laced misery Campaign of elimination Twisted psychology When victory is to survive And death is defeat [CHORUS] Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war When the end is a slaughter The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill |
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Ето една от най-любимите
Tarot - Tides Oh, I see your face as if in a dream. Eyes where the shadows drown. Frozen in a frown. And I feel like paper burning free. The wind is shattering me. I'm the sky, I'm the sea. Walk for now. Endless days alive somehow. Staring, dreaming, cold rain, skin steaming. Just some fog in my eyes. Tides in my blood follow the pale moon drawing my soul to the skies. Standing here, where a dream once had a home. Emptiness now calls, where hope crumbled with the walls. And I feel like dust, lighter than air. Winged by the smallest prayer. Destination anywhere. Walk for now. Endless days alive somehow. Keeping pace. Staring, dreaming, cold rain, skin steaming. Just some fog in my eyes. Tides in my blood follow the pale moon drawing my soul to the skies. Stars, they're skywide, forever burn. Scars, you carve deep, but never learn. |
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-------------------- Мракът , който се опитвам да отблъсна, е най-добрият ми приятел.
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![]() 卐 Misantr☣p☣lis 卐 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 2524 Регистриран: 4-November 08 Град: Valhall Потребител N: 3087 ![]() |
Wolfchant - A Pagan Storm
With power and might this storm wind blows Tear down the christian monuments this night Take hold of our trembling enemies bodies Fear the force of the pagan storm Since 2000 years we hear these lies every day and every night since the time of our infancy All these invented stories The peoples' mind poisoned by wrong promises A heart full of fear to suffer to suffer purgatory With power and might this storm wind blows Tear down the christian monuments this night Take hold of our trembling enemies bodies Fear the force of the pagan storm But time is coming and the first free thought is running trough your head But deep in you heart you can feel something is wrong with this story In ancient times this wind was born grows up again, to a storm We ride on its wings and fly through the night together we stand and we fight With power and might this storm wind blows Tear down the christian monuments this night Take hold of our trembling enemies bodies Fear the force of the pagan storm -------------------- |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Pain - Dancing with the dead
I can still hear their laughter echo And the taste of blood in my mouth How much more can you ask for You know I already died once before Can not give away anymore It's getting to the point where I want nothing at all Everything I see just burns my eyes Dancing with the dead I don't want to remember, but I can not forget Dancing with the dead Because too much was never enough You got me right where you want me And it's creeping down my spine All I wanted was nothing Why don't you step aside I don't wanna give away anymore Its getting to the point where I want nothing at all It's scary and twisting my mind I can not hide Dancing with the dead I don't want to remember, but I can not forget Dancing with the dead Because too much was never enough Dancing with the dead Fear was all that was left when everything turned black Dancing with the dead Because too much was never enough Too much is never enough I've been dancing with the dead I don't want to remember, but I can not forget Dancing with the dead Because too much was never enough Dancing with the dead Fear was all that was left when everything turned black Dancing with the dead Because too much was never enough Dancing with the dead I've been dancing with the dead Dancing with the dead It's never enough Dancing with the dead I've been dancing with the dead Dancing with the dead It's never enough -------------------- 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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Scar Symmetry - The Illusionist
As an outcast I paced defeat Seeking comfort in this painful retreat Made an oracle against my will Word spread of miraculous skills Premonitions call my name I once doubted them all when they came Now I embrace it and I'll never be the same Transfixed in the desert sands Take a look at my once empty hand See the rose that appears so real Just like the one you saw in your dreams Those who call me avatar Know not what they're looking for They just feed their flames with miracles Just so you know If you bathe within my light You diminish your own might The illusionist in everyone As an outcast I faced defeat Seeking comfort in this painful retreat Made an oracle against my will Word spread of miraculous skills What I say and what I do was once potential Sprung from the infinite place that dictates the seen -------------------- We live to fight the hand of doom,
We got the pride to strike a fool, Vain glory be my wicked guide... |
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