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#1511
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Uriah Heep - July Morning
There I was on a July morning Looking for love With the strength Of a new day dawning And the beautiful sun At the sound Of the first bird singing I was leaving for home With the storm And the night behind me And a road of my own With the day came the resolution I'll be looking for you La la la la … I was looking for love In the strangest places Wasn't a stone That I left unturned Must have tried more Than a thousand faces But not one was aware Of the fire that burned In my heart, in my mind, in my soul La la la la … In my heart, in my mind, in my soul La la la la … There I was on a July morning I was looking for love With the strength Of a new day dawning And the beautiful sun And at the sound Of the first bird singing I was leaving for home With the storm And the night behind me Yeah, and a road of my own With the day came the resolution I'll be looking for you La la la la … един от най - великите текстове може би -------------------- 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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#1512
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![]() Просветен ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 484 Регистриран: 10-March 07 Град: Into the ghost lake Потребител N: 1947 ![]() |
^^ а така, бати
![]() My Dying Bride - The Songless Bird The very deepest of your wishes. Climb up high, take my hand. Tread carefully through these sickening angels. Look at your god. look at the way he stands. The uterine murderess dies herself. Let me show you all my pain. Sardonyx lays waste to your eyes and leaves you blind. Gone is the day. They that did feed, delicately. Feed on me. The call has come, from bird and beast. Insect and serpent, and all that lives in the sea. And cities of fire, rip through me. My life a widower sad. On your knees, smell your disease. If i live you will be sorry. I have a thousand forms. Uninjured by your tongue. I'm working to ensnare you. Couple your name with cruelty. The mother of dying children. My hatred is unnumbered. It rises in my breast. We've lived with our suffering. But now...? -------------------- Save yourself. Where now? Which way? Dear god, show me.
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![]() Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 80 Регистриран: 19-January 08 Град: Пловдив Потребител N: 2547 ![]() |
Alice in chains - Nutshell
We chase misprinted lies We face the path of time And yet I fight And yet I fight This battle all alone No one to cry to No place to call home Oooh...Oooh... Oooh...Oooh... My gift of self is raped My privacy is raked And yet I find And yet I find Repeating in my head If I can't be my own I'd feel better dead Oooh...Oooh... Oooh...Oooh... Alice in chains - Rotten apple Hey Ah Na Na Innocence is over Hey Ah Na Na Over Hey Ah Na Na Ignorance is spoken Hey Ah Na Na Spoken Hey Ah Na Na Confidence is broken Hey Ah Na Na Broken Hey Ah Na Na Sustenance is stolen Hey Ah Na Na Stolen Hey Ah Na Na Arrogance is potent Hey Ah Na Na Potent, yeah What I see is unreal I've written my own part Eat of the apple, so young I'm crawling back to start Hey Ah Na Na I repent tomorrow Hey Ah Na Na Tomorrow Hey Ah Na Na I suspend my sorrow Hey Ah Na Na Sorrow, yeah What I see is unreal I've written my own part Eat of the apple, so young I'm crawling back to start Hey Ah Na Na A romance is fallen Hey Ah Na Na Fallen Hey Ah Na Na Recommend you borrow Hey Ah Na Na Borrow, yeah What I see is unreal I've written my own part Eat of the apple, so young I'm crawling back to start Hey Ah Na Na (4x) Evans blue - Over You better crawl on your knees The next time you say that you love me Fall on your knees, because this time I won't be so kind Can't you see that this is life and life is killing me Is it yours? is it mine? Our sky fell down tonight, to wash away our pain Tell me, over and over and over and over and over again It never was time for us, it never was time to let me in Show me, over and over and over and over and over again It never was time for us, it never was time to let me in You better see how evil you can be When you see my evil smile It's the one that you'll remember when I am not so kind Can't you see that this is death and death is saving me I say burn all your bridges while you still have control of the flame I know it's hard but you... Tell me, over and over and over and over and over again It never was time for us, it never was time to let me in Show me, over and over and over and over and over again It never was time for us, it never was time to let me in You've hardened to the point You're hard and to the point Tell me, over and over and over and over and over again It never was time for us, it never was time to let me in (hardened to the point) Show me, over and over and over and over and over again (hard and to the point) It never was time for us, it never was time to let me in |
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#1514
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Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 89 Регистриран: 9-August 08 Град: София Потребител N: 2913 ![]() |
Nightwish - sleeping sun
The sun is sleeping quietly Once upon a century Wistful oceans calm and red Ardent caresses laid to rest For my dreams I hold my life For wishes I behold my night The truth at the end of time Losing faith makes a crime I wish for this night-time to last for a lifetime The darkness around me Shores of a solar sea Oh how I wish to go down with the sun Sleeping Weeping With you Sorrow has a human heart From my god it will depart I'd sail before a thousand moons Never finding where to go Two hundred twenty-two days of light Will be desired by a night A moment for the poet's play Until there's nothing left to say I wish for this night-time... I wish for this night-time... |
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#1515
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![]() свиня ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 3379 Регистриран: 10-April 07 Потребител N: 2010 ![]() |
ГЕОРГИ МИНЧЕВ и Милена - Нека се обичаме ВТФ!! Иначе тук Slayer-War Esemble 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 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 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 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 Дъ файнъл суинг из нот а дрил, итс хау мени пийпъл ай кен киъъъл!! ![]() -------------------- A moment of remembrance of all the one who died. These brave and loyal warriors with hearts so full of pride. They´re gone but not forgotten, in our hearts they still live on. For them we will keep up the fight until our war is won. Sleep well our brothers - we will never forget We promise you to carry on Sleep well our brothers and rest in peace Your sacrifies make us marching on...... |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Scars on Broadway - They Say
I walk the line The line I choose I see the people In front of me I climb the wall The wall of news I watch them show The tragedy If you were me Could you defend The given rights To all of man Let's fuck the world With all it's trend They say it's all About to end They say it's all About to end They say… They say… There's a prison that's gone But the fear lives on I want you walking On the dotted line Maybe you don't see Whats in front of me Maybe you won't stand The test of time For we live in sin For we will win I watch the president Kiss his family For we live in sin For we will win I watch the president Fuck society If you were me Could you defend The given rights To all of man Let's fuck the world With all it's trend They say it's all About to end They say it's all About to end They say… They say… I fall in love with the old times I never mention My own line Let's fuck the world With all it's trend Thank god it's all About to end They say it's all About to end They say… They say… They say… They say… They say its all About to end -------------------- 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 ![]() |
Lenny Kravitz - Are you gonna go my way
I was born long ago I am the chosen, I'm the one I have come to save the day And I won't leave until I'm done So that's why we've got to try We've got to breathe and have some fun Though I'm not paid I play this game And I won't stop until I'm done (But what I really want to know is) Are you gonna go my way (Please baby) and I got to (please) got to know (I got to know) yeah I don't know why we always cry This we must leave and get undone We must engage and rearrange And turn this planet back to one So tell me why we got to die And kill each other one by one We've got to hug and rub-a-dub We've got to dance and be in love (But what I really wanna know is) Are you gonna go my way (Please baby) and I got to, got to know (I got to know) Are you gonna go my way 'Cause baby I got to know, yeah оо, да ![]() ![]() -------------------- |
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![]() Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 192 Регистриран: 4-February 08 Град: софия Потребител N: 2574 ![]() |
DESTRUCTION-Creations Of The Underworld
They hate my ass 'Cause I try to oppose I'm hooked and ready to die Sacrifice - I'm in pain I use my fists To smash their might A brutal way of progression Destruction is my mental release Creations of the underworld Sonic mayhem of damnation Creations of the underworld Tortured minds - sacrifice The battlefield of grief Brings up my anger My brain is a dark cave Full of evil breeding thoughts! Die! I'm the punk of the abandoned Die! I'm hooked and ready to kill Die! I bring you a hell of a mess Die! An eye for an eye Die! Under siege of madness Die! I bring you a hell of a mess Die! Discipline is my weapon Die! Sentence of death Creations of the underworld Creations of the underworld |
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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
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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![]() Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 192 Регистриран: 4-February 08 Град: софия Потребител N: 2574 ![]() |
ISACAARUM-Climacterium Pleasure
Your best days are far away Sickness you feel is fine No way to be pregnant Reproduction is finally down Looking for the youngest greenhorn It should be enough For your lecherous mutant pussy So wet, hungry, wide Menses is the thing you're snickering about You are horny decalcified old scumbag Finally you can make love all the nights and days Possessed with huge cocks in your holes Spermacerated you sigh As prick whips cheeks you cry Drinking the cumshot of mine That pleasures you waited whole life Climacterium! More young dicks are all you want to fuck No bloodfall will stop licking your old twat Climacterium! |
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![]() Просветен ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 484 Регистриран: 10-March 07 Град: Into the ghost lake Потребител N: 1947 ![]() |
My Dying Bride - Under Your Wings And Into Your Arms
I need to see a sign Will you take me away? They come. They go. Will you stay here? I need to see a sign You need me Who wants more? I need him Find my way Be there now Feel them Be my call You sing the songs Of one hundred nights Bring them to me Because I know I'm right and I will Take them all away Never to be seen again I'll take them to the sea Leave it all to me because I'm Feverish, devilish and irrelevant You need me I want you I need, I need, I need Are you there with me Be there now Feel me now All my world -------------------- Save yourself. Where now? Which way? Dear god, show me.
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Mercy Drive - Burn in my light
The Nebulas rises up out from the black of the decieving lies A new star is born now he brings you the light with his hands untied They tried so hard to follow, But no one can Inside you're all so hollow, You understand? Hey! Nothing you can say! Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me Now, its time to shine! I'm gonna take what's mine while you're burning inside my light I gave and you take and I waited for you But, I made a mistake It’s clear that your fear is so near Because I see the look on your face You tried to hold me under I held my breath Alone and now you wonder What I possess Hey! Nothing you can say! Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me (hey!) Now its time to shine! (shine) You're gonna burn in the light Hey! Nothing you can say Nothings gonna change what you’ve done to me Now its time to shine I’m gonna take what’s mine while you're burning inside my light [Guitar Solo] Hey! Nothing you can say! Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me (hey!) Now, its time to shine! (shine!) I'm gonna' take what's mine Take whats mine... Hey! (hey!) Nothing you can say! (say!) Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me (hey!) Now, its time to shine! (shine!) I'm gonna take what's mine You're gonna burn in the light Burn in the light! -------------------- 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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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Cradle of Filth - The Foetus of a new day kicking
I'm chaos international The writing on the wall A Lazarus in parable A dark and sullen lullaby Whispered softly as you die Promising torments are nigh Danger warning levels hissed out loud I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud Now I'm reeling from the shock at ground zero If yesterday you would have stood up proud Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I'll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking... The foetus of a new day kicking It's true that Jesus cannot save I'm rising from the grave To put my double cross to shame A poison rush, a heart attack A white assassin painted black You'll fear this reaper coming back Danger warning levels hissed out loud I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud Now I'm reeling from the shock at ground zero If yesterday you would have stood up proud Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I'll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking... On a night like this You laid the serpent's kiss In this garden of Gethsemane You played the traitor well... In a dawn to come I will blind the sun To grant you pardon as my enemy Before damning you to hell... EVIL Danger warning levels hissed out loud I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud Now I'm reeling from the shock at ground zero If yesterday you would have stood up proud Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I'll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. -------------------- 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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SODOM-Jabba The Hut
Your life is not worth a days purchase Malodorous flatulence wherever you go Obese, sweaty and fattened Like a swine in a prime of grease Jabba the hut Jabba the hut Jabba the hut Jabba the hut You try to find a well shaped woman But your body is a deterrence This greedy boy escapes from reality The girl takes the bull by the horns Jabba the hut Jabba the hut Jabba the hut Jabba the hut Wobbling paleface, physical weakness Smell of perspiration Disgusting frame, overweight Dreams of dissipation Infamous deeds, you can't give up But she is just a child Tears of pain that drive you mad Act of infanticide Jabba the hut Jabba the hut Jabba the hut Jabba the hut Untouched victims decoyed with sweets Reduced to silence or on the run Too many lives passed your hand Your life will pass my hand with the gun Jabba the hut Jabba the hut Jabba the hut Jabba the hut |
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![]() Non Serviam ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 5600 Регистриран: 1-July 07 Град: Плевен / Велико Търново Потребител N: 2189 ![]() |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Pantera - I'm Broken
I wonder if we'll smile in our coffins while loved ones mourn the day, the absence of our faces, living, laughing, eyes awake. Is this too much for them to take? Too young for one's conclusion, the lifestyle won. Such values you taught your son. (That's how! That's how! That's how!) Look at me now. I'm broken. Inherit my life. I'm broken. One day we all will die, a cliched fact of life. Force fed to make us heed. Inbred to sponge our bleed. Every warning, a leaking rubber, a poison apple for mingled blood. Too young for ones delusion the lifestyle cost Venereal Mother embrace the loss. (That's how! That's how! That's how!) Look at you now. You're broken Inherit your life. You're broken. Thats how! Look at us now. I`m Broken Inherit my life. I`m Broken Thats how! Look at me Now. I`m Broken. -------------------- 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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I'm infected with AIDS
I fuck every day I kill everything I fuck I'm infected with AIDS I fuck every day I kill everything I fuck I fill you up with my disease Contaminate you with deadly needs My loaded cock is like a gun I'm a walking time bomb killing everyone DIE! I'm infected with AIDS I fuck everyday I kill everything I fuck I'm infected with AIDS I fuck everyday I kill everything I fuck Let me be your stiff hard fuck Cram your cunt with poisonous cock Your hairy cunt will be my aim Deadly penetration is my game DIE! I'm infected with AIDS I fuck everyday Drenched in my fluids you'll never know I plant the seed of death untold Before I die, I hope I do Kill many more, as I've killed you DIE! I'm infected with AIDS I fuck everyday I'm infected with AIDS I fuck everyday I'm infected with AIDS I fuck everyday I'm infected with AIDS !!! -------------------- |
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#1528
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
горкия човечец ;д
Metallica - The Day That Never Comes Born to push you around You better just stay down You pull away He hits the flesh You hit the ground Mouth so full of lies Tend to black your eyes Just keep them close Keep praying Just keep a-waiting Waiting for the one The day that never comes When you stand up and feel the warmth But the sunshine never comes, no No, the sunshine never comes Push you cross that line Just stay down this time Hiding yourself Crawl in yourself You’ll have your time God I’ll make them pay Take it back one day I’ll end this day I'll splatter colour on this grave Waiting for the one The day that never comes When you stand up and feel the warmth But the sunshine never comes Love is a four letter word And never spoken here Love is a four letter word Here in the prison I suffer this no longer I put it into This I swear! This I swear! The sun will shine This I swear! This I swear! This I swear! най - добрата песен от албума според мен -------------------- Хората ме наричат луд, но все още не е изяснено дали лудостта не е висша форма на интелект и дали всичко славно - всичко задълбочено - не е рожба на болната мисъл, на онези настроения на ума, достигнати за сметка на разума. Сънуващите денем знаят много неща, които убягват на сънуващите единствено нощем. В своите сиви видения те успяват да зърнат вечността и се събуждат разтреперани от мисълта, че са били на прага на голяма тайна. Научават по нещо откъслечно от мъдростта, което е за добро, и повече от обикновеното познание, което е за зло. Едгар Алан По - "Елеонора". Ние сме завинаги нова генерация със кървящи от мъка и болка очи. Знаем, че за нас няма компенсация и повръщаме върху надеждата за по-добрите дни. Keelhauled |
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![]() Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 192 Регистриран: 4-February 08 Град: софия Потребител N: 2574 ![]() |
VADER-The World Made Flesh
Most often a trap and a deception, a word can also be an act of creation and the careful repetition may bring into being new modes of existence. This is my litany Against things small and dumb And the gods of Stasis and Hubris But for the Word that Makes This is my word made flesh, my cry and rage My endless speech that strives to create This is my recitation The stubborn logos that pulsates and grinds Here is my repetition Of insult, filth, fantasy and love That calls into being the trigger The transcendence that'll reveal itself out of the roar This is my word made flesh, my cry and rage My kingdom of words that always fail This is my invocation My statues carved from stone of silence My secret whisper in the dark Which I'll lay waste to with my tongue My hieroglyphic prayer and chant For all that is true and high and bright |
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#1530
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![]() Рицар на върховен дом Сянка ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Metal World Conclave Коментари: 13162 Регистриран: 26-November 05 Град: София Потребител N: 1041 ![]() |
А малко КЛАСИЧЕСКИ In Flames, a?
Geology is digging through my brain A manta engulfing the world To throw it up once again To a guild of lifted daggers Neo-wolf, but older again Than the Lupus itself Linked its fur to the Gyro-scope of time A collection of failures A diabolical sequence of stabs Written in cutting stone From the fossilized den of thieves Our lives die Neo-wolf, but older again Than the Lupus itself Linked its fur to the gyro-scope of time A collection of failures I see the nursing all mother Spitting out a trail of termites In the mouth of her first.. born hope Breasts ripe with smog filled rebellion Apathy dressed in violence White insectoid legs Curse her lips and her mouth Receptive, only to pain Neo-wolf, but older again Than the Lupus itself Linked its fur to the gyro-scope of time A collection of failures -------------------- |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
А,малко нови In Flames,а ?
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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#1532
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![]() Cauda Draconis ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 1240 Регистриран: 10-February 07 Град: Бургас Потребител N: 1861 ![]() |
А малко от Сестрите
![]() Nine While Nine by The Sisters of Mercy And it's passing strange And I'm waiting for the train Caught up on this line again And it's passing slowly Killing time but it's Better than living in what will come and I've Still got some of your letters with me and I Thought sometimes or I read too much And I think you know let's Drink to the dead lying under the water and the Cost of the blood on the driven snow and the Lipstick on my cigarettes Frost upon the window pane Nine while nine and I'm waiting For the train..... She said do you remember a time when angels Do you remember a time when fear In the days when I was stronger In the days when you were here she said When days had no beginning While days had no end when Shadows grew no longer I Knew no other friend but you Were wild You were wild..... Frost upon these cigarettes Lipstick on the window pane and I've Lost all sense of the world outside but I Can't forget so I call your name and I'm Looking for a life for me and I'm Looking for a life for you and I'm Talking to myself again and it's So damn cold it's just not true and I'm Walking through the rain Trying to hold on waiting for the train and I'm Only looking for what you want but it's Lonely here and I think you knew and I'm And I'm waiting And I wait in vain Nine while nine and I'm waiting For the train..... -------------------- ![]() ![]() |
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#1533
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![]() Erased ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 937 Регистриран: 11-February 08 Град: Изгубен Потребител N: 2589 ![]() |
... and I need more...
I hear the roar of a big machine Two worlds and in between Hot metal and methedrine I hear empire down I hear empire down I hear the roar of a big machine Two worlds and in between Love lost, fire at will Dum-dum bullets and shoot to kill, I hear Dive, bombers and Empire down Empire down I hear the sons of the city and dispossessed Get down, get undressed Get pretty, but you and me We got the kingdom, we got the key We got the empire, now as then We don't doubt, we don't take direction Lucretia, my reflection, dance the ghost with me We look hard We look through We look hard to see for real Such things I hear, they don't make sense I don't see much evidence I don't feel I don't feel I don't feel A long train held up by page on page A hard reign held up by rage Once a railroad Now it's done I hear the roar of a big machine Two worlds and in between Hot metal and methedrine I hear empire down We got the empire, now as then We don't doubt, we don't take direction Lucretia, my reflection, dance the ghost with me Some people get by With a little understanding Some people get by With a whole lot more I don't know Why you gotta be so undemanding One thing I know I want more I want more (And I need all the love that I can't get to) (And I need all the love I can get) (And I need all the love that I can't get to) D'you get scared to feel so much? To let somebody touch you? So hot, so cold, so far so out of control Hard to come by, and harder to hold Some people get by With a little understanding Some people get by With a whole lot more I don't know Why you gotta be so undemanding I want more (And I need all the love I can get) (And I need all the love that I can't get to) (And I need all the love I can get) (And I need all the love that I can't get to) There are parts of me that don't get nervous Not the parts that shake You won't get what you deserve You are what you take Learning to cry for fun and profit I'm not done yet Counterfeit dollars or the English zloty Anything I can get Some people get by With a little understanding Some people get by With a whole lot more I don't know Why you gotta be so undemanding One thing I know I want more (And I need all the love I can get) (And I need all the love that I can't get to) (And I need all the love I can get) (And I need all the love that I can't get to) All the love that you can get All the love That I can't get to -------------------- The 13 Commandments of the Church of Tiamat:
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Ахат - Монолог
Век жесток студен, пълен с омраза тиха Моите мечти, твойте години скриха Аз се превръщам вече в прах и падам сам със своят грях Няма го трепета красив, младежки в мен... Студ суров шепти, тиха бяла песен Всичко се върти в някакъв ритъм Песен е не нищо не виждам аз сега бял или черен е снега Във самотата аз съм само с теб тъга Припев: /2x/ Аз съм човек ти време си сиви са в тебе моите следи Все пак се радвам, че сам ги оставил сам Десет години се върни виж ги с тъга се усмихни Времето всичко друго ще изпепели Времето лети безпощадно бързо остаряваш ти А миг след това замръзваш и в някой прекрасен слънчев ден земята грабва те в плен Леден полъх и безкрайна тъмнина Ти си живял щастлив или не всичко било е в твои ръце Дали успял си да постигнеш нещо ти Дните ти са отминали няма ги твойте младини, но безрезервно вярвам в живота си-и-и! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() -------------------- 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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Непросветен ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 1 Регистриран: 5-September 08 Град: Стругарево Потребител N: 2969 ![]() |
Reflect The Storm - In Flames
Shot for shot Many bullets penetrate me Embrace me Tell me stories of golden gods The precision in your voice Pierce the walls that I've built Your eyes reach deep in me Take a chance They don't come much bigger than this Dark star spend another day with me A dead surface that doesn't reflect The storm underneath Take the chance Bring me the calm ...And it leaves nothing Expose the dark side, Aching and emotional, Expose the dark side, Impossible to tame Away from the light of the sun Away I find what is really me Throw yourself into the eye of chaos Infiltrate me, Sneak out before I awake Take out the trash and burn it Try and find a beautiful place to lay These fragile bones of mine Away from the light of the sun Away I find what is really... Away from the light of the sun Away I find what is really me ... And it leaves nothing Expose the dark side, aching and emotional Expose the dark side, impossible to tame Away from the light of the sun Away I find what is really... Away from the light of the sun Away I find what is really... Away from the light of the sun Away I find what is really me |
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![]() Post Mortem ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 4321 Регистриран: 22-September 07 Град: In my own portrait of Sorrow Потребител N: 2345 ![]() |
Are you a man of peace
Or man of holy war Too many sides to you Don't know which anymore So many full of life But also filled with pain Don't know just how many Will live to breathe again A life that's made to breathe Destruction or defense A mind that's vain corruption Bad or good intent A wolf in sheep's clothing Or saintly or sinner Or some that would believe A holy war winner They fire off many shots And many parting blows Their actions beyond a reasoning Only God would know And as he lies in heaven Or it could be in hell I feel he's somewhere here Or looking from below But I don't know, I don't know Please tell me now what life is Please tell me now what love is Well tell me now what war is Again tell me what life is More pain and misery in the history of mankind Sometimes it seems more like the blind leading the blind It brings upon us more of famine, death and war [ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/6Fo ] You know religion has a lot of answer for Please tell me now what life is Please tell me now what love is Well tell me now what war is Again tell me what life is And as they search to find the bodies in the sand They find it's ashes that are scattered across the land And as their spirits seem to whistle on the wind A shot is fired somewhere another war begins And all because of it you'd think that we would learn But still the body count the city fires burn Somewhere there's someone dying in a foreign land Meanwhile the world is crying stupidity of man Tell me why, tell me why Please tell me now what life is Please tell me now what love is Well tell me now what war is Again tell me what life is Please tell me now what life is Please tell me now what love is Well tell me now what war is Again tell me what life is For the greater good of God [ x8 ] Please tell me now what life is Please tell me now what love is Well tell me now what war is Again tell me what life is Please tell me now what life is Please tell me now what love is Well tell me now what war is Again tell me what life is For the greater good of God [ x8 ] He gave his life for us he fell upon the cross To die for all of those who never mourn his loss It wasn't meant for us to feel the pain again Tell me why, tell me why поредния велик текст на Maiden ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() -------------------- 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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#1537
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![]() Прослушващ метъл ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 192 Регистриран: 4-February 08 Град: софия Потребител N: 2574 ![]() |
SODOM-Fuck The Police
New age rebellion - anarchy Intoxicated with injustice of law Sneaking lives - mental decay Practicise subversive dirty needs No acts of grace - stand up and fight You are their slave but never questioned why Born on your knees - don't give a shit You are remote controlled but who is to blame Fuck the police Blaze of anger - deaf and blind The enemy that overshadows us all Out of control - disrooted minds The final judgement and the final day will come Too much pressure - to much power Until the point of no return Interwar period - martial games To find out what they try to ignore Eternal lies - visions of change When the dreams of freedom awake Methods of greed - bleeding hearts An easy target for the one with the gun Empty promises - better left unsaid Illusions shattered by mendacity and hate Supremacy - hungry to kill No more effectual fervent supplication |
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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 - Only the good die young
The demon in your mind will rape you in your bed at night The wisdom of ages, the lies and outrages concealed Time it waits for no man My future it is revealed Time it waits for no man My fate is sealed If I cancel tomorrow the undead will thank me today Fly in the face of your prophets I mock your morality plays The moon is red and bleeding The sun is burned and black The book of life is silent No turning back Only the good die young All the evil seem to live forever Only the good die young All the evil seem to live forever Only the good die young Only the good die young Mystery madman a victim of cruel charade Some innocent pawn in an end game one more stalemate Is death another birthday? A way to kiss your dreams goodbye? Do the undead live within us And look through our eyes? Walking on water are miracles all you can trust Measure your coffin does it measure up to your lust? So I think I'll leave you With your bishops and your guilt So until the next time Have a good sin Only the good die young All the evil seem to live forever Only the good die young All the evil seem to live forever Only the good die young Only the good die young Seven deadly sins Seven ways to win Seven holy paths to hell Seven downward slopes Seven bloodied hopes Seven are your burning fires Seven your desires... -------------------- 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 ![]() |
Proud and hateful - iron youths, harvesters of death
Seeders of detestation, abhorers of wretchedness We are the plague decimating the floods of god We are the spear in the nazarene bastard's ribs Agitators of abomination, inquisitors of hate Rapacious percestors of Satan, atistocrats of nature's creation We're crown of thorns on the head of the jewish king We are the nails in your redeemer's limbs Spill the dirty blood of jesus! Execute the pig in one thousand ways Spill the dirty blood of jesus! Crucify... stone, decapitate! Behold the holy disciples Fucking lambs masturbating Upon the corpse of the jewish whore Thoking with holy excrements We are the blade to cut his throat Destroy his cult! Execute the trinity! Crucified messiah, thy kingdom fall! We'll burn the place where he was born Deny him, mortify him, spit in his face! Deny him, crucify him, erase his fucking race! DIE! DIE! DIE SON OF GOD! Abuse you christian fuckers I'll piss upon your graves You'r idol's dead and rotting His temples shall end in flames |
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TANKARD-Space Beer
Read in the morning paper They're shooting up another satellite Experiment on the final frontier To create the ultimate beer Precious yeast spinning in orbit Unrestrained gravity fades Nobody knows what this brew will be A magic potion? Chemistry? Everybody loves the new beer So good you want to drink it day in night It's better that and Pils, any Ex Makes you feel like really good sex If you're sick, don't fear the doctor 'Cos he has wonderful news: a case of Beer will replace the pills A drink of healing cures your ills A new idea - great innovation Future beer - it's a sensation Chuck it down, tap another barrel Magic potion out of space Chuck it down, it's a drinker's heaven Live it up and drink this beer Space beer! Space beer! Space beer - this is what I like Space beer - it tastes alright If you stick to drinking Space beer Hangovers - headaches will be in the past The Sci-Fi-booze makes you healthy and wise Your dick and brain will grow in size If you're bald, it'll make your hair grow If you're not, drink it for fun Your liver wants more and more of it It keeps your stomach strong and fit We love it - a beermaniac Utopia We want it - oktobertest comucopia Future beer is so fantastic There is no end to what this stuff can do It multiplied - it's no trick of the light Empty bottles fill overnight It's the best nothing can match it Number one - galaxy wide The aliens from all over space Will come to earth to get a taste A new idea - great innovation Future beer - it's a sensation |
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