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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 - The UnNamed Feeling
Been here before, Been here before Been here before couldn't say I liked it Do I start writing all this down? Just let me plug you into my world Can't you help me be uncrazy? Name this for me, heat the cold air Take the chill off my life And if I could I'd turn my eyes To look inside to see what's comin' It comes alive And I die a little more It comes alive Each moment here I die a little more Then the unnamed feeling It comes alive Then the unnamed feeling Takes me away Been here before, Been here before I'm frantic in your shoothing arms I can not sleep in this down filled world I've found safety in this lonelines But I can not stand it anymore Cross my heart hope not to die Shallow evil, ride the sky Lose myself in a crowded room You fool, you fool, it will be here soon It comes alive And I die a little more It comes alive Each moment here I die a little more Then the unnamed feeling It comes alive Then the unnamed feeling Treats me this way And I wait for for this train Toes over the line And then the unnamed feeling Takes me away, It takes me! Get the fuck out of here I just wanna get the fuck away from me I rage, I glaze, I hurt, I hate I hate it all Why? Why? Why me? I cannot sleep with a head like this I wanna cry, I wanna scream I rage, I glaze, I hurt, I hate I wanna hate it all away Then the unnamed feeling It comes alive Then the unnamed feeling Treats me this way And I wait for for this train Toes over the line And then the unnamed feeling Takes me away, It takes me away Then the unnamed feeling It comes alive Then theunnamed feeling It takes me 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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#1422
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![]() draugr ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 1516 Регистриран: 24-December 07 Град: Нейде из мрака на Витошкия лес... Потребител N: 2495 ![]() |
Бях забравил The Suicide Song, мисля че знаете на кого...
Come on dead man You have slit your wrist Bow down dead man And slit your wrist again Cut!!! Cut!!! Razorblade baby Kill yourself girl You Christian women You can't live like this No!!! No!!! He's flung high, he's flung low But he still loves the purgatory glow This long road leads to you Feel the anger feel the rush Search your heart And get out before all heaven breaks loose The blood hunger The addiction Night, cold night The stars are not lit tonight Ice bound river banks Cold murky waters The treacherous devilry Coldest thoughts Suicide!!! The blood hunger The addiction Night cold night Suicide!!! Suicide!!! -------------------- Аз съм това, което ще бъдеш, което си, аз бях преди. — Sum, quod eris, quod es,ante fui.
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
W.A.S.P. - The Idol
Will I be alone this morning Will I need my friends? Something just to ease away my pain No one ever sees the loneliness behind my face I am just a prisoner of my fame If I could only stand And stare in the mirror What could I see? One fallen hero with a face Like me And if I scream would anybody hear me If I smash the silence, you'll see what fame Has done to me Kiss away the pain and leave me lonely I'll never know if love's a lie, ooh Being crazy in paradise is easy Do you see the prisoners in my eyes? Where is the love to shelter me? Give me love, come set me free Where is the love to shelter me? Only love, love set me free Set me free Where is the love, to shelter me Only love, love set me free Set me 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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![]() Рицар на върховен дом Сянка ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Metal World Conclave Коментари: 13162 Регистриран: 26-November 05 Град: София Потребител N: 1041 ![]() |
My Dying Bride - Thy Raven Wings
In fiery flight we would leave this hall The Holy house, House of God will fall To death they go with music and song But our dread simply must go on I feel our need to feed goes on For our greed, watch them bleeding on This hour's ours, with open arms go on Crowned with thorns and pain was he Raised our hands and slew him utterly Crimson waves of the tears of war This is what we were put here for Eden falls, Mercy for life I hear their calls Stood and watched them die Heaven crawls. Wings burn on high Beauty falls. Beg unto me why? Fold thy raven wings 'Tis our duty, darkness brings If this day be our last Our victims await For they are vast In fiery death we will crawl away Content we lived for each and every day Black and burned with a stench of decay. --- някой друг път - този на I am the bloody earth. -------------------- |
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Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 179 Регистриран: 20-March 08 Потребител N: 2644 ![]() |
A Perfect Circle - Pet
Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window and go back to sleep Lay your head down child I won't let the boogeymen come Count their bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums Pay no mind to the rebel Pay no mind to the rabble Head down, go to sleep To the rhythm of the war drums Pay no mind what other voices say They don't care about you, like I do, (like I do) Safe from pain, and truth, and choice, and other poison devils, See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do. Just stay with me, safe and ignorant, go, back to sleep, go back to sleep Lay your head down child I won't let the boogeymen come Count their bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums Pay no mind to the rebel Pay no mind to the rabble Head down, go to sleep To the rhythm of the war drums I'll be the one to protect you from Your enemies and all your demons I'll be the one to protect you from A will to survive and a voice of reason I'll be the one to protect you from Your enemies and your choices son They're one and the same I must isolate you Isolate and save you from yourself Swayin' to the rhythm of the new world order and Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums The boogeymen are coming The boogeymen are coming Keep your head down, go to sleep To the rhythm of the war drums Stay with me Safe and ignorant Just stay with me I'll hold you and protect you from the other ones, The evil ones, don't love you son, Go back to sleep. |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Motorhead - Kill The World
Out of the way, you're in the lost and found Been a long time waiting 'til we hit the ground See the fool, loose it all, Ain't no lifetime long enough to use it all You say it's here tomorrow, gone today, Tell the judge its my way or the highway. And in the end it's all the same. [CHORUS] You got to move, momma didn't raise no fools, You got to fight, live or die shoot out the lights, Pass the word, Save yourself and kill the world, Save yourself and kill the world We got to get you home because you're burned out, Didn't take too long before we found it out, See the drowned, drink it all, Ain't no ocean deep enough to sink it all, You say it's here right now and gone before, Tell the hand we're harder than a hardcore, And in the end it's all a game. [CHORUS] So now your back, I hope you know your place, Didn't take too long to get in your face, See the burned, light your fire, Ain't no Hell that burns enough for my desire, You say its blasphemy, that's too bad, Could be the best time that you ever had, And in the end, the hungry flames. [CHORUS] -------------------- 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 ![]() |
Debauchery - Faith And Fire
I will cut you fucking up I will beat you fucking down I will fuck you fucking up Then let you fucking drown I kill your friends and Kin and cut you up I hang you high then Let you fucking drop You will get a hammerblow To your spine That's what you deserve You fucked up swine I cut your legs off Feed them to the maggots All the while you pray To your false god I rip the eyes out of Your fucked up skull That's your rewarded for Plotting my downfall Come over here And i will kill you Your mother, all your Kin and friends too Your wife anal Raped and fucked After that i want My dick sucked Your suffering Gives me pleasure It will not be as funny As some teenie slasher You will scream And sob and cry But in the end You will just die Пък и останалите в албума... :Д |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
U.D.O. - The Wrong Side of Midnight
Heroes in the shadows Just behind the scenes Hiding in the alleys Catch their silent screams Ressurected faces Passing on in time Touch the ancient races Memories in mind Never hear their voices Don’t deny the proof Always in the darkness Never see them move Heroes – shadows Taking you apart Heroes – shadows They want you tonight To heal you tonight The wrong side of midnight The beast walks alone No time for the hour There’s blood on the bone Secrets on papyrus Bodies in the crypt Don’t release the virus Kiss the poisen lips Mystic apparatus Changing space and time Cosmic revelation Long forgotten signs -------------------- 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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![]() just a dreamer ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 679 Регистриран: 18-September 06 Град: ...в облаците... Потребител N: 1574 ![]() |
Pink Floyd - On The Turning Away
On the turning away From the pale and downtrodden And the words they say Which we won't understand Don't accept that what's happening Is just a case of others' suffering Or you'll find that you're joining in The turning away It's a sin that somehow Light is changing to shadow And casting it's shroud Over all we have known Unaware how the ranks have grown Driven on by a heart of stone We could find that we're all alone In the dream of the proud On the wings of the night As the daytime is stirring Where the speechless unite In a silent accord Using words you will find are strange mesmerized as they light the flame Feel the new wind of change On the wings of the night No more turning away From the weak and the weary No more turning away From the coldness inside Just a world that we all must share It's not enough just to stand and stare Is it only a dream that there'll be No more turning away? Невероятна песен ![]() ![]() ![]() -------------------- 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 ![]() |
Pink Floyd - The final cut
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes I can barely define the shape of this moment in time And far from flying high in clear blue skies I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide. If you negotiate the minefield in the drive And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall, Dial the combination, open the priesthole And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall. There's a kid who had a big hallucination Making love to girls in magazines. He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith. Could anybody love him Or is it just a crazy dream? And if I show you my dark side Will you still hold me tonight? And if I open my heart to you And show you my weak side What would you do? Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone? Would you take the children away And leave me alone? And smile in reassurance As you whisper down the phone? Would you send me packing? Or would you take me home? Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings, Thought I oughta tear the curtain down. I held the blade in trembling hands Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang I never had the nerve to make the final cut. -------------------- 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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![]() just a dreamer ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 679 Регистриран: 18-September 06 Град: ...в облаците... Потребител N: 1574 ![]() |
^ Обожавам и тази песен! Тук бих пуснала всички текстове на Pink Floyd, не ще стане яко флууд.
И за да не е спам --> Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears. Wish you were here П.п. Щях да пусна Hey You, но видях, че е пускана вече тук ![]() -------------------- 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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![]() draugr ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 1516 Регистриран: 24-December 07 Град: Нейде из мрака на Витошкия лес... Потребител N: 2495 ![]() |
Не знам дали е давано вече, ама дори и да е, си заслужава пак да се даде:
Знаменитата, идеална за (пиратски) запой Wenches & Mead When I come back from a mighty quest I have no need for sleep or rest I head to a tavern for a drink And get so drunk I cannot think A wench by my side and a jug of mead These are the things that I most need So I sit back and sing this song And drink and party all night long Hey! Hey! I want more wenches Hey! Hey! More wenches and mead Hey! Hey! I want more wenches Lots of wenches is what I need When I come back from a mighty quest I have no need for sleep or rest I head to a tavern for a drink And get so drunk I cannot think A wench by my side and a jug of mead These are the things that I most need So I sit back and sing this song And drink and party all night long Hey! Hey! I want more wenches Hey! Hey! More wenches and mead Hey! Hey! I want more wenches Lots of wenches is what I need Ярррррггг!!! ![]() ![]() -------------------- Аз съм това, което ще бъдеш, което си, аз бях преди. — Sum, quod eris, quod es,ante fui.
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![]() Истинска измамница ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 2917 Регистриран: 25-April 05 Град: Under the Northern Star Потребител N: 795 ![]() |
Аркона - Русь
О, Русь - земля великая, Ворогом разбитая, Встань и пробудись! О, воины бессмертные, Ваши стяги верные Подымутся ввысь. В поле окровавленном Воины наши падали На сыру землю. За детей, за Родину Жизнь свою вложили вы В светлую зарю. Русь моя не покорна, силою огромна, Чтоб разбить врага! И придет наше время, сбросим вражье Бремя Мы навсегда! О, Боги наши древние! Просим о победе мы, Супротив врага. О, Бог ты наш, Перунушка, В битве не покинь Ты нас! Содрогнись земля! Э - эй, нас услышьте, братья! На земле проклятье Черной пеленой. И силы соберите, Да на врага идите вы, Братскою стеной! Русь моя не покорна, силою огромна, Чтоб разбить врага! И придет наше время, сбросим вражье бремя Мы навсегда! -------------------- First wish for this night:
Let me be your delight. |
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Непросветен ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4 Регистриран: 1-July 08 Град: sofia Потребител N: 2833 ![]() |
az si padam po Helloween
HELLOWEEN - FOREVER AND ONE (NEVERLAND) Will I be getting through? Now that I must try to leave it all behind Did you see what you have done to me? So hard to justify Slowly it's passing by Forever and one I will miss you However, I kiss you yet again Way down in Neverland So hard I was trying Tomorrow I'll still be crying How could you hide your lies Your lies Here I am Seeing you once again My mind's so far away My heart's so close to stay Too proud to fight I'm walking back into night Will I ever find someone to believe? Forever and one I will miss you However, I kiss you yet again Way down in Neverland So hard I was trying Tomorrow I'll still be crying How could you hide your lies Your lies ![]() ![]() |
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![]() Cauda Draconis ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 1240 Регистриран: 10-February 07 Град: Бургас Потребител N: 1861 ![]() |
Аркона - Русь Русь моя не покорна, силою огромна, Чтоб разбить врага! И придет наше время, сбросим вражье Бремя Мы навсегда! ![]() -------------------- ![]() ![]() |
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![]() Истинска измамница ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 2917 Регистриран: 25-April 05 Град: Under the Northern Star Потребител N: 795 ![]() |
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Let me be your delight. |
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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 (Original song by Black Sabbath) - Sabbra Cadabra
Feel so good, I feel so fine Love that little lady always on my mind She gives me loving every night and day Never gonna leave her, never going away Someone to love me You know she makes me feel all right, yeah (all right) Someone to need me Love me every single night, yeah Feel so happy since I met that girl When we're making love It's something out of this world Feels so good to know that she's all mine Gonna love that woman 'til the end of time Someone to live for Love me 'til the end of time, hey, hey-yeah She makes me feel happy It's good to know that she's all mine (A National Acrobat) I am the world that hides The universal secret of all time Destruction of the empty spaces Is my one and only crime I've lived a thousand times I found out what it means to be believed The thoughts and images The unborn child that never was conceived You gotta believe me Hey, I'm talking to you Well, I know, it's hard for you To know the reason why And I know you'll understand More when it's time to die Don't believe the life you have Will be the only one You have to let your body sleep To let your soul live on, haha Wo-ooh Feel so happy since I met that girl When we're making love It's something out of this world Feels so good to know that she's all mine Gonna love that woman 'til the end of time Someone to live for Love me 'til the end of time, yeah, ooh, oh She makes me feel happy It's good to know that she's all mine She's all mine, yeah Yo, ooh, yeah -------------------- 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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![]() 空の叫び 真夜中の ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 1128 Регистриран: 2-January 06 Град: под слънцето(на сянка) София! Потребител N: 1102 ![]() |
Ицо Петров е Ицо Петров! Ицо Петров е Ицо Петров! - Хиподил
I got my head but my head is unraveling cant keep control can't keep track of where it's traveling I got my heart but my heart's no good you're the only one that's understood I come along but I don't know where you're taking me I shouldn't go but you're wrenching dragging shaking me turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky the more I give to you the more I die and I want you you are the perfect drug the perfect drug the perfect drug the perfect drug you make me hard when i'm all soft inside I see the truth when i'm all stupid-eyed the arrow goes straight through my heart without you everything just falls apart my blood just wants to say hello to you my fear is warm to get inside of you my soul is so afraid to realize how every little bit is left of me take me with you without you everything just falls apart it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces -------------------- |
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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 ![]() |
GG Allin - In This Room
Sitting in this room, dark and gloom Four walls look to me to be Hell Sitting in this room sucks so bad And I might as well be off in jail Everybody outside these walls to me seem so plastic They seem so phony and so unreal They tell you do this, don't do that Do this, don't do that Do this, don't do that Do this, don't do that Do this, don't do that It makes me sick In this room, dark and gloom Four walls of Hell, I'd rather be inside a tomb Oh, in this room with my needle and my spoon, all by myself I'm making love to myself inside this room Sitting in this room I want to die I want to die, I want to die Death is in this room And you know death is often these days on my mind I'm sick, I'm sick I'm sick, I'm sick I'm sick, I'm sick I'm sick, I'm sick I'm sick and all things must pass away some day But in this room, all dark and gloom Four walls of Hell, I'd rather be inside my tomb Oh, in this room, with my needle and my spoon, by myself I'm making love to myself inside this room Oh, in this room, with my needle and my spoon And a bottle in my arm, pills in my mouth in this room Oh, in this room, four walls of Hell inside this room I'm making love to myself inside this room Sitting in this room, I want to die I want to die, I want to die |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Motorhead - In The Year of the Wolf
![]() In The Year Of The Wolf, all the world smelled good, In the snow and the ice, all the rest was blood, In the time of the tribe, we took a thousand lives, When I ran with the wolves, and the hunting was good, See me now, I was another, Not like me, when the wolves were brothers, See me now, you cannot know, The kind of food that made me grow, It was the wolf in me, Body and soul on fire, In the cold, full moon, Blood, red, desire, It was the wolf in me, You know it felt so true, The night I ran with the wolves, Tonight I come for you, In The Year Of The Wolf, how could you ever know, There in the forest, I had teeth to show, In a different time, when the world was mine, When I ran as a wolf, and the sun burned low, See me now, I was another, Mean and vicious, fast and clever, see me now, you would not dream, The food I ate, the food that screamed, It was the wolf in me, And all my soul was fire, By the cold, dull moon, Blood, red, desire, It was the wolf in me, I howled the cold night through, The year I ran as a wolf, Tonight the food is you, In The Year Of The Wolf, all the tribe ran mad, On the frozen lake, and I felt so glad, With tooth and claw, all your blood and more, When I ran with the wolves, and the hunt turned bad, See me now, this is not me, Not like the one, I used to be, See me now, you would not guess, A different heart raving in my chest, It was the wolf in me, When the world was cold, It was the life I lived, In the dark world below, It was the wolf in me, Crying and howling too, I was crying for the hunt, But I was hunting for you -------------------- 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 ![]() |
Blood Red Throne - Affiliated With The Suffering
Terror and chaos A new world order Reign in fear The grip of clawed hands Like a plague Sweeping across the land The human race Is erased like writings In the sand A new leader Will rise from The ashes of the weak A reign of hate And sovereignty Blood spill or not Hate they breed All human life Will seize to be A scream for death A cry for pity Deaf is the ear Of those weak Terror! Chaos! Reign! Fear! Terror and chaos The new world order They reign in fear With a taste for blood Like a plague Sweeping across the land The human race Is erased like writings In the sand Affiliated with the suffering They will dominate Affiliated with the suffering They are here to stay Affiliated with the suffering Weak are they who pray Affiliated with the suffering There will be no second day! |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Visceral Bleeding - Rip the Flesh
The rotten body lies before me Blood still dripping from the wounds Can't have this fucker looking at me Eyes wide open, intense gaze Force my thumbs into the eyes, press them back into the head See them burst open wide, covering my hands as it smears Grab the skull. It's slippery, hard to find a real good grip Hard to find the perfect grip Insert a hook in the back of the head Elevate the body a few feet of the ground Remove all clothes, expose the cadaver Swirling and rocking from side to side Tearing from the body, removing all the skin Rotten flesh and tissue has been revealed Glance across the tools, need something sharp to open him Hacking in the flesh with a pair of gleaming scissors Inserting them into the abdomen and cut it up Out spills the entrails, falling to the floor Cleaning him out, nothing stays inside Scrape up his waste, put them in a bucket I seek to find redemption, salvation for my mind Succumb to my aggression, redeem the ill treated I find my stimulation in pain beyond control I have to push on harder to maintain this feeling Covet the pain - Covet the kill Demanding pain - Demanding kill Grab my pliers and cut the spine The nerve chords are pouring out into his chest cavity Moving up onto his skull, crack it open even more Clutch the brain firm and steady, start to pull It gives in easily, the head is emptied, brain put in a jar With a jigsaw I open up the torso The heart and lungs now lay exposed The scissors release them from their attachments The body's now been emptied and all has been taken out Leave the butchered carcass hanging from a shining hook Turn off the lights and leave the room, yet still I'm not fullfilled I seek to find redemption, salvation for my mind Succumb to my aggression, redeem the ill treated I find my stimulation in pain beyond control I have to push on harder to maintain this feeling Covet the pain - Covet the kill Demanding pain - Demanding kill -------------------- 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 ![]() |
In Flames - Colony
In your world, the day is no threat In my world, there is an absence of light "Genetic superior cell" controlled By the fathomless and unbearable A radical new form of plastic and rage Biologically optimized But with a strangling pulse In your world, you find me worthy In my world, I "parashoot" my life A virtual drugstore populated By the fathomless and unbearable Machine, meat and blood In an intimate relationship The new - superior - More effective than all the preceding When we can no longer Cry and reality is torn Then it's easy to forget That the responsibility lies on us all When we can no longer Cry and reality is torn Then it's easy to forget That the responsibility lies on us all In your world, the night is no threat In my world, the darkness Transforms to a vision of hell Populated by fathomless and unbearable. -------------------- |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Stormrider да се чуства поздравен с таз песен
Vader - Predator My father is not some fiery prince I wear no fangs or red eyes Mirrors and daylight are silly lies In all those stories you spread about me . No magic, no covens and terror I walk among you as one of you Never kill your food Violence is a mark of the Dump I live for the sting and the cascades That wash the back of my throat I live for the flood of the red Flowing down and quenching the thirst To pass the aeons of solitary fate I sometimes write the stories That tell more about your lazy minds Than about the predator like me. I live for the sting and the cascades That wash the back of my throat I live for the flood of the red Flowing down and quenching the thirst -------------------- 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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![]() draugr ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 1516 Регистриран: 24-December 07 Град: Нейде из мрака на Витошкия лес... Потребител N: 2495 ![]() |
Един от любимите ми от Жизнь Во Славу и Лепта :
Аркона - По звериным тропам По звериным тропам, по дремучим следам Я пройду по снегам и приду в никуда. Я приду в никуда, перед древом склонюсь, Разведу яр - огонь и к богам помолюсь. Темна - ноченька, ты укутай меня! Яр - огонь, обогрей на закате дня. На закате дня колени преклоню, Предкам о беде я поведаю. Теплую кровинушкой сердце обливалось И языческим богам, что люблю, призналась. Макошь, судьбы ты сплети с молодцем навечно! Требу малую прими и поклон сердечный. По звериным тропам, средь деревьев густых, Пробегу, пролечу, заметая следы. Заметая следы неведомых зверей. Мое сердце стучит с каждым шагом сильней. Темна - ноченька, ты укутай меня! Яр - огонь, обогрей на закате дня. На закате дня колени преклоню, Предкам о беде я поведаю. Я приворожу ясна - сокола, Прилетит ко мне ясно - сокол мой. Кем бы не был ты, черным вороном, По звериным тропам уведу за собой. ![]() -------------------- Аз съм това, което ще бъдеш, което си, аз бях преди. — Sum, quod eris, quod es,ante fui.
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![]() Рицар на върховен дом Сянка ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Metal World Conclave Коментари: 13162 Регистриран: 26-November 05 Град: София Потребител N: 1041 ![]() |
In Flames - Come clarity
Rushing through 30, getting older every day By two, drawing pictures of innocent times Can you add.. colour.. inside these lines?! I want you to lead me Take me somewhere Don’t want to live in a dream one more day I want you to lead me Take me somewhere Don’t want to live in a dream one more day Sure, if we change our perspective I'm certain, I would change today I'm certain, it will change our ways Will things fall into place? I want you to lead me Take me somewhere Don’t want to live in a dream one more day I want you to lead me Take me somewhere Don’t want to live in a dream one more day I want you to lead me Take me somewhere Don’t want to live in a dream one more day I want you to lead me Take me somewhere Don’t want to live in a dream one more day Take me somewhere Don’t want to live in a dream one more day Take me somewhere Don’t want to live in a dream one more day -------------------- |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
SoaD - Lost In Hollywood
"Lost In Hollywood" [Daron moans a little bit] I'll wait here, You're crazy, Those viscious streets are filled with strays, You should have never gone to Hollywood. They find you, Two time you, Say your the best they've ever seen, You should have never trusted Hollywood. I wrote you, And told you, You were the biggest fish out here, You should have never gone to Hollywood. They take you, And make you, They look at you in disgusting ways, You should never trusted Hollywood. [Serj moans now] I was standing on the wall, Feeling ten feet tall, All you maggots smoking fags on Santa Monica Boulevard, This is my front page, This is my new age, All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care. All you maggots smoking fags out there on Sunset Boulevard. All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care. Phoney people come to pray, Look at all of them beg to stay, Phoney people come to pray. [Serj and Daron Harmonize] (The lines in the letter said, "We have gone to Hackensack") Look at all of them beg to stay Phoney people come to pray. All you maggots smoking fags on Santa Monica Boulevard, All you maggots smoking fags out there on Sunset Boulevard. All you maggots smoking fags out there on Hollywood Boulevard. You should have never trusted Hollywood. You should have never gone to Hollywood. All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care. You should have never trusted Hollywood -------------------- 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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![]() 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 ![]() |
Хиподил "Момичето"
Колко ти струва да разплачеш момиче особено ако не си го обичал и колко ти струва билета за нощния влак. Нищо не струва, ако си отива солените сълзи в земята попиват и няма да върне то поглед назад Колко ти струва да разкрачиш момиче, особено ако не си го събличал и колко ти струва да праснеш момиче отзад Нищо не струва, а то се съблича солената течост във земята потича и няма да върне то поглед назад -------------------- ![]() |
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Sonata Arctica - The Power Of One “My father’s land, my mother’s tongue
Misleading me so shamelessly For many years I misbelieved The hatred is the path for me..” Father I have killed many angels, I think I will now walk to the sea. I hope I will someday forgive me Please moor my empty boat on a pier I can blame for the blue blood that runs in my veins. But I seem to forget that we are all the same. In your own blaze of hate you've spawned the fear in many lives You've taken action thinking it was all said on the signs. You cannot heal the feeling burning deep inside this mind You now collapse, cave-in revealing scabby marks of life Mother I've seen too much, I hate to live my life. Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life) I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind. But the pain will remain. No power to gain. Now I have time to dwell on, self awareness, dreadful crime. I saw the colors too bright, not knowing that I was blind. I slayed a man who took a chance and drank the forbidden wine. The map I draw reveals that I have been complete, machine, in team. Father I've seen too much, I hate to live my life. Forgot every word you told me. Stubborn little child, (angel of your life) I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind. The pain will remain. No power to gain. No! Mother where's your son. When has this begun? Who has been the fool? No one was born to be a servant or a slave. Who can tell me the color of the rain? In the world that we live in, the things said and done They can well overrun The power of one! (solo guitar) No one was born to be a servant or a slave. Can you tell me the color of the rain? In the world that we live in, the things said and done They can well overrun The power of one. To live and let die To give hope and take life Is that what you're here for? To think that you are right To make sure it won't fly Is the making of a hate crime In the lands of the brave, In the homes of the land slaves, We are all the same I need to believe. There's more than the eye can see All colors of rainbow. No one was born to be a slave Seek the past and place the blame Tell me the color of the rain No one was born to be a master In the land we live, we die praise the oneness, praise the lie To bind a web around the faker We will need a true Rainmaker No one was born to be a slave Seek the past and place the blame Tell me the color of the rain No one was born to be a master "Children of Abel, Children of Cain Can live in harmony, without shame The keys that I grant thee, The Sacred Land Are dry desert sand on the palm of your hand Without the water, the wisdom of past Will run through your fingers, forgotten so fast Thus now when I leave you, I'm truly blind This blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind..." |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Manowar - Blood Brothers
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 -------------------- 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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