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#1361
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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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#1362
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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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#1363
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Колко жалко, че групата отдавна вече не става за нищо.
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#1364
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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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#1365
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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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#1366
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![]() Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 134 Регистриран: 6-April 06 Потребител N: 1271 ![]() |
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#1367
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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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#1368
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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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#1369
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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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#1370
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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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#1371
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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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#1375
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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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![]() Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 112 Регистриран: 3-June 08 Град: Brave new world Потребител N: 2775 ![]() |
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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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: 28396 Регистриран: 12-January 03 Град: София Потребител N: 3 ![]() |
^ Култ, Танче.
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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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БТР - Елмаз и Стъкло
Там, на хълма в лъчисти небеса рубинената кула издигаше снага. Там отдавна живеела сама жестока, но прекрасна красивата жена. Нощем в мрака в плен на самота аз чакам да я видя, но не чака тя. Но достатъчно било зад високото стъкло да застане тя, за да я видя аз. Тя със своя странен поглед е могла да превръща хора във вещи със сърца И ето и аз съм тук в рубинената кула Превърнат съм напук в кристално огледало, в безропотно стъкло. Но достатъчно било като елмаз и стъкло да се огледа тя, за да я видя аз. Припев: Без да мога обич да получа аз живея като птица без криле и навярно няма да сполучиш ти, мое сърце. ![]() |
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![]() Рицар на върховен дом Сянка ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Metal World Conclave Коментари: 13162 Регистриран: 26-November 05 Град: София Потребител N: 1041 ![]() |
Cowboys from hell
Ahh come on Under the lights where we stand tall Nobody touches us at all Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without We're gonna take what's ours to have Spread the word throughout the land They say the bad guys wear black We're tagged and can't turn back You see us comin' And you all together run for cover We're takin over this town Here we come reach for your gun And you better listen well my friend, you see It's been slow down below, Aimed at you we're the cowboys from hell Deed is done again, we've won Ain't talking no tall tales friend 'Cause high noon, your doom Comin' for you we're the cowboys from hell Pillage the village, trash the scene But better not take it out on me 'Cause a ghost town is found Where your city used to be So out of the darkness and into the light Sparks fly everywhere in sight From my double barrel, 12 gauge, Can't lock me in your cage You see us comin' And you all together run for cover We're takin over this town Here we come reach for your gun And you better listen well my friend, you see It's been slow down below, Aimed at you we're the cowboys from hell Deed is done again, we've won Ain't talking no tall tales friend 'Cause high noon, your doom Comin' for you we're the cowboys from hell Revolution, IDK the rest Here we come reach for your gun And you better listen well my friend, you see It's been slow down below, Aimed at you we're the cowboys from hell Deed is done again, we've won Ain't talking no tall tales friend 'Cause high noon, your doom Comin' for you we're the cowboys from hell ahhh step aside for the cowboys from hell -------------------- |
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#1383
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
![]() ![]() --------------------------- In Flames - Tilt We all find ourselves, In honour of the good cause. How empty we've become, With our sight to be the true force. Does every instinct say you're right? I think sometimes there is doubt. You're waiting for a re-run, But yesterday won't come. Want to relive the moment, But yesterday is done. Lies and desperation lead us through as we're trying to be heroic, I swept the world (?) to watch you manage. Take a step back, I'll tie you to it. You're waiting for a re-run, But yesterday won't come. Want to relive the moment, But yesterday is done. Hopes and prayers in pursuit of salvation, Take a short cut, it only bends our cause. But as far as I remember, There is nothing that will get back the days you lost. Does every instinct say you're right? I think sometimes there is doubt. You're waiting for a re-run, But yesterday won't come. Want to relive the moment, But yesterday is done. -------------------- 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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#1384
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![]() Non Serviam ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 5600 Регистриран: 1-July 07 Град: Плевен / Велико Търново Потребител N: 2189 ![]() |
Death - Living Monstrosity
Every day blows by in a world of corrupt addiction With life comes pain withdrawals and deformation Breaking the mould human appearance Contorting bodies with chamical interference The guilty one, innocent she now cries A life of hell, better off to die Born without eyes, hands, and a half a brain Being born addicted to cocaine Living monstrosity A freak for life they'll always be Never knowing love or hate Only pain the drug creates Some say she's naive, she's a stupid bitch Some say to forgive, guilty she should die The beginning of the end begins at birth Breeding masses of twisted screaming flesh An example we should make out of theses creators of misfortune A serious crime that should not be forgiven The guilty one, innocent she now cries A life of hell, better off to die Born without eyes, hands, and a half a brain Being born addicted to cocaine |
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#1385
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![]() Not the kind of girl you bring home to mother ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 932 Регистриран: 14-July 07 Град: Elm Street, Transilvania 90210 Потребител N: 2221 ![]() |
Blood Brothers BY Manowar WHEN THE WORLD TURNS YOU AWAY A FRIEND WILL NOT SAY NO THERE IS STRENGTH THAT WE ALL HAVE IT`S NOT THE STRENGTH WE SHOW AND IN YOUR DARKEST HOUR IN YOUR DARKEST NIGHTS WHATEVER LIFE WILL DO I AM HERE FOR YOU THINK OF ME WHEREVER YOU ARE WHEN IT SEEMS LIKE YOU`RE REACHING THE END CALL ON ME, KNOW IN YOUR HEART ON ONE YOU CAN ALWAYS DEPEND I AM THY FRIEND THOUGH WE`RE FAR AWAY THE STARS ABOVE ARE THE SAME AND WHEN YOU FEEL ALONE THERE`S ONE WHO SHARES YOUR PAIN A TRUE FRIEND HAS NO PRICE THERE IS NONE TO PAY I REMEMBER YOU STOOD BY ME I`M WITH YOU ALL THE WAY THINK OF ME WHEREVER YOU ARE WHEN IT SEEMS LIKE YOU`RE REACHING THE END CALL ON ME, KNOW IN YOUR HEART ONE WHO WILL ALWAYS DEFEND I AM THY FRIEND THINK OF ME WHEREVER YOU ARE WHEN IT SEEMS LIKE YOU`RE REACHING THE END CALL ON ME, KNOW IN YOUR HEART ON ONE YOU CAN ALWAYS DEPEND I AM THY FRIEND THINK OF ME WHEREVER YOU ARE WHEN IT SEEMS LIKE YOU`RE REACHING THE END CALL ON ME, KNOW IN YOUR HEART ONE WHO WILL ALWAYS DEFEND I AM THY FRIEND Мн ме развълнува тая песен значи... ![]() -------------------- ![]() |
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#1386
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![]() Non Serviam ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 5600 Регистриран: 1-July 07 Град: Плевен / Велико Търново Потребител N: 2189 ![]() |
Требе си извъртя главата наопаки, за да видя тази емотикона. :О :О :О
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Under the Bridge
Sometimes I feel Like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel Like my only friend Is the city I live in The city of angels Lonely as I am Together we cry I drive on her streets 'Cause she's my companion I walk through her hills 'Cause she knows who I am She sees my good deeds And she kisses me windy I never worry Now that is a lie I don't ever want to feel Like I did that day Take me to the place I love Take me all the way It's hard to believe That there's nobody out there It's hard to believe That I'm all alone At least I have her love The city she loves me Lonely as I am Together we cry I don't ever want to feel Like I did that day Take me to the place I love Take me all that way Under the bridge downtown Is where I drew some blood Under the bridge downtown I could not get enough Under the bridge downtown Forgot about my love Under the bridge downtown I gave my life away -------------------- 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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![]() analizator ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 3004 Регистриран: 1-April 08 Град: WorthlessPieceofShitVille, Population:You Потребител N: 2681 ![]() |
Twilight Ophera - Born of Brimstone Womb - наистина ми е от най-любимит песни!
Raped was the land Burning seed in barren soil Smoldering Sibilant throb to once boil Ablaze in rage Brimstone child... You burn like sun Glowing pyrogenous one All waste lay in white When darkness gone Eternity in purest light Charred, blind, alone Brimstone child To feed on fragile fear Purged ashes cremated flesh Whre your fingers sear Brimstone child A пък колко съм си я изпълнявал тая песен, макар и вкъщи... изключително удоволствие! -------------------- |
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![]() Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 192 Регистриран: 4-February 08 Град: софия Потребител N: 2574 ![]() |
SLAYER- Serenity In Murder
Let me take you down without a sound Dead before you hit the ground Blood washes my hand can't understand Sterilizing my pain Washed away with crimson tide By my hand I keep testing time Quench the fire that drives my soul Soothing me as death takes hold Peaceful and serene slowly bleeding Eyes once bright are now fading Pallid ashen face against my skin Staring blindly at some distant place Washed away by crimson tide By my hand I keep testing time Straight flesh lace adorns your neck Spilling your blood all over my flesh Quench the fire that drives my soul Soothing me as death takes hold Divine godsend enveloping me Spiritual ecstasy sets me free |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
DragonForce - Trail of Broken Hearts
Here we are far beyond the distant sky Seen all the world and how the story will be over Through the snow and tainted mountains we have climbed Now we have found the light that guides us over Through the fallen rain we travelled far and wide And through the blackest darkness Stars above shining bright Through the sun and winter rain we'll fall All our lives we all were waiting for a sign to call We're walking hand in hand in dreams and endless time How do we know when we will leave this life behind? Stare at life through eyes of mine the hate the fear and the pain There's a feeling held deep inside - when life you live is in vain [Chorus] Fly away down the lonely roads of yesterday We close our eyes to see the light of brighter days And all alone we'll be where time can never heal With the trail of broken hearts flying free Once again we walk this lonely road There are times that we were wading through the rain and cold We're lost in memories of what we left behind Relive the dreams, the endless screams of pain inside Lives are filled with emptiness The fear returns once again Searching endlessly, now we will see Drown your mind in the pain (Drown your mind in the pain) [Chorus] Fly away down the lonely roads of yesterday We close our eyes to see the light of brighter days And all alone we'll be where time can never heal With the trail of broken hearts flying free The last temptation will be all that's left for me When I see those tears you cry When I hear those lies you lie When I see your creation now falling down on me Is this the reason to be? [Solos: Sam/Herman/Sam] [Chorus] Fly away down the lonely roads of yesterday We close our eyes to see the light of brighter days And all alone we'll be where time can never heal With the trail of broken hearts flying free The trail of broken hearts flying free -------------------- 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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