Тексты песен

[Boma Kuro]

Эшелон - Наш Марш (В. В. Маяковский)

Концерт с Г.О., 2001 (1917)

 

Бейте в площади бунтов топот!

Выше, гордых голов гряда!

Мы разливом второго потопа

Перемоем миров города.

 

Дней бык пег.

Медленна лет арба.

Наш бог бег.

Сердце наш барабан.

 

Есть ли наших з́олот небесней?

Нас ли сжалит пули оса?

Наше оружие – наши песни.

Наше золото – звенящие голоса.

 

Зеленью ляг, луг,

Выстели дно дням.

Радуга, дай дуг

Лет быстролётным коням.

 

Видите, скушно звезд небу!

Без него наши песни вьем.

Эй, Большая Медведица! требуй,

Чтоб на небо нас взяли живьем.

 

Радости пей! Пой!

В жилах весна разлита.

Сердце, бей бой!

Грудь наша – медь литавр.

[Winterkalte]

Belphegor - Lucifer Incestus

 

The goat of fukk

With cock of fire

 

Converte linguam tuam

In natibus meis

 

Lucifer Incestus

Praise the evilchurch

 

An occult hellride

Triumph of sin

 

Converte linguam tuam

In natibus meis

 

Lucifer Incestus

Praise the evilchurch

 

Мда) Текст гениален, но музыка всё искупает))

[deedj]

Pussy

 

Too big, too small

Size does matter after all

Zu groß zu klein

Er konnte etwas größer sein

Mercedes-Benz und Autobahn

Alleine in das Ausland fahren

Reise reise Fahr vergnügen

Ich will nur Spaß mich nicht verlieben

 

Just a little bit

Just a little bitch

 

You've got a pussy

I have a dick

So what's the problem

Let's do it quick

So take me now before it's too late

Life's too short, so I can't wait

Take me now oh don't you see

I can't get laid in Germany

 

Too short too tall

Doesn't matter one size fits all

Zu groß zu klein

Der Schlagbaum sollte oben sein

 

Schönes Fraulein lüst auf mehr

Blitzkrieg mit dem Fleischgewehr

Schnaps im Kopf du holde Braut

Steck Bratwurst in dein Sauerkraut

 

Just a little bit

Be my little bitch

 

You've got a pussy

I have a dick

So what's the problem

Let's do it quick

So take me now before it's too late

Life's too short, so I can't wait

Take me now oh don't you see

I can't get laid in Germany

 

Перевод

 

Пи*да

 

-

 

Слишком большой, слишком маленький,

Размер всё же имеет значение.

Слишком большой, слишком маленький.

Он мог бы быть немного больше.

 

Мерседес-Бенц и автострада,

Один еду за границу.

Путешествия, путешествия, еду веселиться,

Хочу лишь удовольствий, без любви.

 

Еще немного...

Просто маленькая сучка!

 

У тебя есть пи*да,

У меня есть х*й.

Так в чем проблема?

Давай сделаем это быстро.

Так возьми меня сейчас, пока не поздно.

Жизнь коротка, я не могу ждать.

Возьми меня сейчас, ах ты не знаешь,

Я не могу трахаться в Германии.

 

Слишком короткий, слишком длинный,

Для всех нет одного размера.

Слишком большой, слишком маленький,

Шлагбаум должен быть поднят.

 

Прекрасная девушка, хотите больше?

Блицкриг с ружьями из плоти,

Водка в голове, ты — милая невеста,

Вставляю жареную колбаску в твою квашеную капусту.

 

Еще чуть-чуть...

Будь моей маленькой сучкой!

 

У тебя есть пи*да,

У меня есть х*й.

Так в чем проблема?

Давай сделаем это быстро.

Так возьми меня сейчас, пока не поздно.

Жизнь коротка, я не могу ждать.

Возьми меня сейчас, ах ты не знаешь,

Я не могу трахаться в Германии.

[Winterkalte]

Slayer - Cult

 

Oppression is the holy law

In God I distrust

In time His monuments will fall

Like ashes to dust

It's war and greed the master plan?

The bible's where it all began

It's propaganda sells despair

And spreads the virus everywhere

 

Refrain:

 

Religion is hate

Religion is fear

Religion is war

Religion is rape

Religion is obscene

Religion is a whore

 

The pestilence of Jesus Christ

There never was a sacrifice

No man who hung the crucifix

Beware the cult of purity

Infectious imbecility

I've made my choice

666!

 

Corruption breeds pedophile

Don't pray for the priest

Confession finds the lonely child

God preys on the weak

You think your soul can still be saved

I think you're fucking miles away

Scream out loud, heres where you begin

Forgive me Father for I have sinned!

 

Refrain:

 

Religion is hate

Religion is fear

Religion is war

Religion is rape

Religion is obscene

Religion is a whore

 

The target's fucking Jesus Christ

I would've lead the sacrifice

And nailed him to the crucifix

Beware the cult of purity

Infectious imbecility

I've made my choice

666!

 

Jesus is pain

Jesus is gore

Jesus is the blood

that's spilled in war

He's everything

He's all things dead

He's pulling on the trigger

pointed at your head!

 

Through fear your sold into the fraud

Revelation, Revolution,

I see through your Christ illusion!

 

The war on terror just drags along

My war with God is growing strong

His propaganda sells despair

And spreads the violence everywhere!

 

Refrain:

 

Religion is hate

Religion is fear

Religion is war

Religion is rape

Religion is obscene

Religion is a whore

 

There is no fuckin' Jesus Christ

There never was a sacrifice

No man upon the crucifix

Beware the cult of purity

Infectious their imbecility

I've made my choice

666!

[Pikles]

Ultra Vomit - Poil Pubien

 

Poil pubien Poil Pubien

Poil Poil Pubien ¨

Poil Pubien

 

PoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoil Pubien

PoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoil Pubien

PoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoil Pubien

PoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoil Pubien

 

Poil Pubien

 

Poil Pubien

 

Poil pubien Poil Pubien

Poil Poil Pubien ¨

Poil Pubien

 

PoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoil Pubien

PoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoil Pubien

PoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoiPoil Pubien

Poil Poil Poil Poil Pubien

 

[Re-Animator]

Mayhem - De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas

 

Welcome!

To the elder ruins again.

The wind wispers beside the deep forest.

Darkness will show us the way

"Heic noenum pax."

Here is no peace.

The sky has darkened thirteen as

we are collected woeful around a book

made of human flesh.

"De grandaevus antiquus mulum tristis,

arcanas mysteria scriptum".

The books bloodwritten pages open.

"Invoco crentus domini de daemonium"

We follow with our whit eyes

The cermonials proceeding.

"Heic noenum pax".

Bring us the goat.

"Rex sacriticulus mortifer".

In the circle of stone coffins.

We are standing with our black robes on,

holding the bowl with unholy wather.

"Psychomantum et prec'r exito annos major".

"Ferus netandus sacerdos magus. Mortem animalium"

Изменено 9 октября, 2009 пользователем Re-Animator

[Арг]

Ultra Vomit - Poil Pubien

Ачо, Нормальна, ящитаю.

[Winterkalte]

Summoning - The Glory Disappears

 

Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves

That break against the shore, shall lull my mind

And scorn against all enemies prepared

And with the food of pride sustained my soul

In solitude

 

Sad was I, to pain depressed

Importunate and heavy load

My destiny has found me here

Upon this lonely road

 

And many thousands now are sad

Wait the fulfilment of their fear

For I must die who is their stay

Their glory disappears

 

Now I am dead and gone, my friend

Life's pain has come to end

Your star will guide my soul

To ride the winds above

 

Мда, а тот самый зу тру Mayhem как то совсем мимо меня прошел. Как и ТемностулЪ

[Re-Animator]

Mayhem - Funeral Fog

Every time this year

this dark fog will appear

up from the tombs it comes

to take one more life that

can be near.

In the middle of transylvania

All natural life has for a long

time ago gone, its thin and so

beautyful but also so dark and

mysterious.

 

Once again the priest is messing

may the god bless us all.

The fog is here again

that'll complete this funeral.

From a place empty of life.

Only dead trees are growing hear

as it comes from a far

Only dead treas are growing hear

 

............Funeral Fog

............Funeral Fog

............Funeral Fog

............Funeral Fog

 

Мейхем достойны уважения. Без них блэк был бы другим.

[Pikles]

Municipal Waste - Sadistic Magician

 

Unraveling the gruesome nest of tales

Sadistic Magician

A crime scene set left to resemble hell

Sadistic Magician

A brain consumed obsessed within itself

Sadistic Magician

Lives left wreaked to cast the perfect spell

 

I cannot run, I cannot see

All I know is death is surrounding me

Tied down and trapped

Someone set me free

No chance to escape, nowhere to flee

 

The smell of burning flesh fills up the lungs

The sound of chanting ringing through your ears

Your voice is lost from screaming out for help

It feels like you have been here trapped for years

 

Convinced that this will be the final outcome

You're pleading for it now so you can rest

Instead he's trapped here in the hands of a maniac

Who's convinced he's a sorcerer of death

 

Thick smoke completely filled up his enclosure

The blade is getting closer to the throat

Your life begins to flash before your own very eyes

And slips away as you begin to choke

 

:prigskok:

качума, качума... Меня вообще прет от трека. Плюс к тому, клип тоже классный))

Изменено 10 октября, 2009 пользователем Pikles

[Арг]

TriORE - The Missing Hour

 

The castle deflated, created of air

A kingdom forsaken, from lover’s despair

The queen has departed, yet loving and fair

 

When I was lost you told me that blood would heal my wounds

When I was found you told me to face the ugly truth

When I was young you loved me and all the lies I told

But now our dream is over and we are spurned and cold

 

My land has expired; the court it has died

But please don’t resent me; believe I have tried

Love is still likely, when hatred has died

[Денстагмер]

Olivia inspi Reira - A little pain

 

 

Travel to the moon kimi wa nemuri yume wo toku

Daremo inai hoshi no hikari ayatsuri nagara

 

Tsuyoku naru tame wasureta egao

Kitto futari nara torimodosu

 

Kizuite

I'm here waiting for you

Ima to wa chigau mirai ga atte mo

I'm here waiting for you

Sakebi tsuzukete

Kitto kokoro wa tsunagu ito wo tagutteru

Ano koro no watashi me wo samasu you ni

No need to cry

 

Travel in silence te wo nobaseba fureru no ni

Kimi wa tooi sore wa omoide no naka no koto

 

Koe ga kikoeru me wo tojireba

Chiisa na itami sae itoshikute

 

Mitsumete

I'm here waiting for you

Kaze ni fukare hitori mayotte mo

I'm here waiting for you

Sora wo miagete

Zutto kokoro wa te wo hirogete mamotteru

Ano koro no kimi ga furikaeru made

No need to cry

 

(feel something feel nothing

Listen closely listen closely)

Wide open ears

Disarm the dream tickler

In the constant moment

(you will find me where it's quiet

Listen closely listen closely)

Let the blood flow

Through all the spaces

Of the universe

 

Kizuite

I'm here waiting for you

Ima to wa chigau mirai ga atte mo

I'm here waiting for you

Sakebi tsuzukete

Kitto kokoro wa tsunagu ito wo tagutteru

Ano koro no watashi me wo samasu you ni

No need to cry

[Pikles]

Carcass R-k The Vote

 

Hands in another's pocket

The bed they make

Is not the one in which they lie

The same old faces

The same old establishment

The same old lies

Cross your 'x'

It's your only voice

Do as you're told

Stay in line

Don't rock the boat

And buy what you're sold

 

Believe the lie

The line that you toe

Doing fine

If you just do as you're told

 

No dissident voices

The faces merge

Are one, absolute

A comfortable, privileged

White over belly

Revolution

No threat, no change

No gain, just pain

The same old scheme

No hope, no choice

No future, no voice

This is no pipe dream

All is not what it seems

 

Believe the lie

The line that you toe

You'll do just fine

If you just do as you're told

You believe the lie

The line you toe

Doing fine

If you just do as you're told

Is this rock'n'roll or a form of state control?

 

Is this really rock'n'roll?

Or a form of state control?

 

(lead)

 

Believe the lie

The line that you toe

Doing fine

If you just do as you're told

 

Believe the lie

The line that you toe

You'll do just fine

If you just do as you're told

 

You believe the lie

The line you toe

Doing fine

If you just do as you're told

Is this rock'n'roll or a form of state control

[sheid]

Porcupine Tree - The Blind House

The Incident, 2009 [02/14]

 

If you wanna stay

Always here

All these years

The last frontier

It's no concern of theirs

The world outside

Corrupts my child

So trust these eyes

 

Faith is in your soul

But in these walls

Hormones stall

Dogs will crawl

The vices and the doubt

We resist

All this shit

So kneel submit

 

Free love

Free love

Feel love in all my sisters

Breathe out

Blind house

You don't need to know their secrets

Believe me

 

Pray and violate

Abuse your trust

False gods must

Purge their lust

A family that lies

To seal your fate

To take the weight

Of their self-hate

 

Free love

Free love

Bring love to all my sisters

Breathe out

Blind house

You don't need to know their secrets

Believe me

 

Breathe out

Blind house

Free love

Feel loved

[Арг]

Muse - Time Is Running Out

 

I think I'm drowning

Asphyxiated

I wanna break this spell

That you've created

 

You're something beautiful

A contradiction

I wanna play the game

I want the friction

 

You will be the death of me

You will be the death of me

 

Bury it

I won't let you bury it

I won't let you smother it

I won't let you murder it

 

Our time is running out

Our time is running out

You can't push it underground

You can't stop it screaming out

 

I wanted freedom

Bound and restricted

I tried to give you up

But I'm addicted

 

Now that you know I'm trapped sense of elation

You'd never dream of

Breaking this fixation

 

You will squeeze the life out of me

 

Bury it

I won't let you bury it

I won't let you smother it

I won't let you murder it

 

Our time is running out

Our time is running out

You can't push it underground

You can't stop it screaming out

How did it come to this?

Oh

 

You will suck the life out of me...

[Арг]

Muse - Uprising

 

The paranoia is in bloom, the PR

The transmissions will resume

They'll try to push drugs

Keep us all dumbed down and hope that

We will never see the truth around

 

Another promise, another scene, another

A package not to keep us trapped in greed

With all the green belts wrapped around our minds

...and endless red tape to keep the truth confined

 

They will not force us

They will stop degrading us

They will not control us

We will be victorious

 

Interchanging mind-control, come let the

Revolution take it's toll if you could

Flick the switch and open your third eye, you'd see that

We should never be afraid to die

 

Rise up and take the power back, it's time that

The fat cats had a heart attack, you know that

Their time is coming to an end, we have to

Unify and watch our flag ascend

 

У этих ребят в высшей степени странные, для поп-музыки, тексты...

[GKalian]

Агата Кристи - А мы не ангелы, парень

 

Ты открывал ночь

Всё что могли позволить

Маски срывал прочь

Душу держал в неволе

Пусть на щеке кровь

Ты свалишь на помаду

К черту барьер слов

Ангелу слов не надо

 

А мы не ангелы, парень

Нет, мы не ангелы

Темные твари

И сорваны планки нам

Если нас спросят

Чего мы хотели бы

Мы бы взлетели

Мы бы взлетели

Мы не ангелы, парень

Нет, мы не ангелы

Там на пожаре

Утратили ранги мы

Нету к таким ни любви не доверия

Люди глядят на наличие перьев

Мы не ангелы, парень

 

Сотни чужих крыш

Что ты там искал, парень?

Ты так давно спишь

Слишком давно для твари

Может пора вниз

Там где ты дышишь телом

Брось свой пустой лист

Твари не ходят в белом

 

А мы не ангелы, парень

Нет, мы не ангелы

Темные твари

И сорваны планки нам

Если нас спросят

Чего мы хотели бы

Мы бы взлетели

Мы бы взлетели

Мы не ангелы, парень

Нет, мы не ангелы

Там на пожаре

Утратили ранги мы

Нету к таким ни любви не доверия

Люди глядят на наличие перьев

Мы не ангелы, парень

[Boma Kuro]

Bann - Der Geiger

Æschatologia, 2009

 

Und der Geiger spielt ein Wiegenlied,

Wozu sich der Tod im Rhythmus wiegt.

Kaum erglommen lässt das Leben seinen Glanz,

Denn der Schnitter reicht ihm die Hand zum Tanz.

 

Und der Geiger spielt ein Wiegenlied,

Wozu sich der Tod im Rhythmus wiegt.

Kaum erglommen lässt das Leben seinen Glanz,

Denn der Schnitter reicht ihm die Hand zum Tanz.

 

Und der Geiger spielt ein Wiegenlied,

Wozu sich der Tod im Rhythmus wiegt.

Kaum erglommen lässt das Leben seinen Glanz,

Denn der Schnitter reicht ihm die Hand zum Tanz.

 

Peinvoll ward es ausgeworfen,

Ein warmes Bad ihm eingefüllt,

Mit Rosenwasser eingesalbt,

Schnell in Lumpen eingehüllt.

 

Ließ die Wöchnerin ihr Leben,

War es dem Heiland hingegeben.

Starb ihr des Vaters Kind,

Dem Leib wuchs neue Frucht geschwind.

 

Was niederkam bar Sakrament,

Was Gottvater nicht anerkennt,

Durch der Mutter mächt'ge Hand

Den frühen Tod im Wasser fand.

 

Von Fünfen Zwei hinweggerafft,

Bleiben Drei den Pocken,

Von Dreien noch Eins fortgeschafft,

Kann Zwei der Schnitter locken.

Von Fünfen Zwei hinweggerafft,

Bleiben Drei den Pocken,

Von Dreien noch Eins fortgeschafft,

Kann Zwei der Schnitter locken.

Von Fünfen Zwei hinweggerafft,

Bleiben Drei den Pocken,

Von Dreien noch Eins fortgeschafft,

Kann Zwei der Schnitter locken.

Von Fünfen Zwei hinweggerafft,

Bleiben Drei den Pocken,

Von Dreien noch Eins fortgeschafft,

Kann Zwei der Schnitter locken.

 

"Der Mond ist aufgegangen,

die goldnen Sternlein prangen

am Himmel hell und klar.

Der Wald steht schwarz und schweiget,

und aus den Wiesen steiget

der weiße Nebel wunderbar."

 

Und's Kindchen findet bald, fürwahr,

Sein Grab noch vor dem vierten Jahr.

 

Und's Kindchen findet, sonderbar,

Sein Grab im Bett der Eltern gar.

 

Und's Kindchen findet, teufelsnah,

Sein Grab im tiefsten Brunnen da.

 

Und's Kindchen findet, heissassa,

Sein Grab, wo einst nur Asche war.

 

- Æschatologia -

 

Und unter Decken warm verborgen

Sieht's ihn den Geigenbogen biegen

Und wird am nächsten Morgen

Klamm in der Wiege liegen.

[Winterkalte]

Austere - Just for a Moment...

 

I've given and taken and given,

Now in my world of only your vision.

Faces of white wrapped in delicate decay,

Oh please, why won't you take me away?

 

Reaching toward a pale illusion,

One which will never become real.

Just suppose for a moment,

It was not just a dream...

 

Блин, чистый вокал офигенен T_T Дебильный шрайк после него выглядит совершенно нелепо

Изменено 21 октября, 2009 пользователем Winterkalte

[Boma Kuro]

Bann - Schwarze Bulle

Æschatologia, 2009

 

Im Palast aus Wachs ...

 

"Summis desiderantes affectibus, prout pastoralis sollicitudinis cura requirit, ut fides catholica nostris potissime temporibus ubique augeatur et floreat ac omnis haeretica pravitas de finibus fidelium procul pellatur, es libenter declaramus ac etiam de novo concedimus per quae hujusmodi pium desiderium nostrum votivum sortiatur effectum; cunctisque propterea, per nostrae operationis ministerium, quasi per providi operationis saeculum erroribus exstirpatis, eiusdem fidei zelus et observantia in ipsorum corda fidelium fortium imprimatur."

 

In stummen Zügen wohnet Würde,

Hart' Antlitz malt Vierfaltigkeit,

Von Gottes Gnaden todgeweiht

Zu unerträglich heil'ger Bürde.

 

Wo Litanei der Liturgie

Lethargie ins Herz gepflanzt,

Sich Lüge hinter Prunk verschanzt,

Sprießt der Keim der Simonie.

 

Kathedra Petri fasst den Leib

Leblos von Ferula gestützt.

Durch die Fenster San Giovannis

Quält sich kalt gestäubtes Licht.

 

Gleißend schlägt es sein Gesicht,

Doch schwarzer Schatten nicht zerbricht.

 

Häutig grau schimmernde Hände

Knöchrig zum Gebet verschränkt,

Das schmale kronbestohl'ne Haupt

Auf krankend schmächtig' Brust gesenkt,

 

Ist jeglich' Zweifel flugs verdrängt,

Verachtung hoher Herr geschenkt.

 

Dem's an Mut und Macht gebricht,

Ist Leben wertverdrehtes Gut,

Labt sich an wertlos' Knaben Blut,

Fürchtet nichts wie's Weltgericht.

 

Den Dekalog des Throns enthoben,

Instytor Recht auf Mord verlieh'n,

Sich keines Unrechts je gezieh'n,

Æschatologia Halt geboten.

 

Gier und Geifer nach Ewigleben;

List und Tücke schafft Tausendtod.

 

Obschon tausend Weber weben,

Das Segel weht am Totenboot.

 

Und Gott sprach: Es werde Licht!

Doch das Licht ertrug ihn nicht.

So sprach das Licht: Es werde Nacht!

Und Finsternis ward jäh entfacht.

[Roht]

Nikolo Kotzev's Nostradamus (2001) - Plague

 

Inquisition:

Bring out your dead and pray to God that he will save you...

Paint a cross upon the door and pray to God to spare you

 

Nostradamus:

Pestilence disease, a plague of mass destruction,

Struck down with fever for all his powers he could not save them...

He watched them day and night, waiting on the call,

To lead them to the holy light...

Shed a million tears and cried into the night...

 

God, please, let them live, (Inquisitor: Tell me how he cures the crowd)

More, there's so much more to give, (Inquisitor: Is prayer his medicine ?)

Lord, you're taking everything, (Inquisitor: If he has the power to heal)

Please, please, Lord, let them live... (Inquisitor: He should not beg the Lord)

 

Inquisitor:

Our Father knows what's right or wrong (Nostradamus: Live ........)

Why don't he read the signs ?

 

Inquisition:

Watch your tongue Nostradamus we may hurt you, burn you .....

 

Inquisitor:

You said the words and someone heard you screaming -

This talk of devils in the same breath as the Virgin...

For this heresy you know the price is pain,

No words you say can help you now!

Flee and take you work to help the poor and pray!

 

Nostradamus:

God please let me live, (Inquisitor: Tell me all you heard him say!?)

God, let them live,

I've been so misunderstood (Inquisitor: He's got it all wrong)

More, much more to give

Lord will you forgive ? (Inquisitor: Cause Satan is his Lord)

Taking everything,

Please, please Lord, let me live, (Inquisitor: Oh, what a waste of words)

Please, let them live, (Inquisitor: There'll be no mercy)

 

Inquisition:

Bring out your dead and pray to God (Inquisitor: God won't help us here my friend)

That he will save you (Inquisitor: His anger is upon us)

Paint a cross upon the door (Inquisitor: It's all been caused by someone's deeds)

And pray to God to spare you (Inquisitor: Can't you see who is the reason ?)

 

Bring out your dead and pray to God (Inquisitor: Don't pray to God that he will save you)

That he will save you (Inquisitor: There's no cure for this disease)

Paint a cross upon the door... (Inquisitor: Spreading by the waters)

And pray to God to spare you...

You'd better run, you'd better hide (Inquisitor: You'd better run, you'd better hide)

And pray to God that he will save you

(Inquisitor: Don't pray to God

We're being punished by our God

And I'm sure I know the reason)

 

Inquisitor:

All around me rotten corpses

We must burn the dead

Someone must be brought to justice

And I think I know the man

 

Nostradamus and Inquisitor:

Would you let them live ? (Crowd: God, let them live)

They've got so much more to give (Crowd:More, much more to give)

Oh, you've got to let them live (Crowd:Taking everything)

(Crowd:Please let them live)

 

Nostradamus:

Let them live, you see the cure (Crowd and Inquisitor: God, let them live)

Let them lonely, lonely live (Crowd and Inquisitor: More, much more to give)

You know, I know you know ... (Crowd and Inquisitor: Taking everything)

Oh Lord, are you going to let them live (Crowd and Inquisitor: Please let them live)

 

Inquisitor:

I don't want to die .....

 

Notradamus:

You're taking everything, yeah ..

 

Inquisitor:

Oh, Lord let me live .......

[Boma Kuro]

Bann - Narrenschyff

Æschatologia, 2009

 

Visionen Mutter Gottes

Und Glaubens ohne Zwang,

Absolution gefeiert

Mit Pauken und Gesang.

 

Zur Wallfahrt aufgerufen,

Zehntausendfach erhört,

Ein Jüngling noch,

Ein Kind beinah,

Kuhhirt und Prophet.

 

Klirrend-klerikale Kälte

Kriecht uns durch nimmermüde Knochen.

Auf ewig währt der stumpfe Krieg,

Freien Geist zu unterjochen.

 

Folge uns voll Überschwang

Aufs Narrenschiff, Kurs Untergang!

 

Angetan mit bunten Bändern.

Die Herzen schlagen in schwarz-weiß,

Und unter unsren Amtsgewändern

Sind wir Narren gehau'n aus Eis.

 

Folge uns voll Überschwang

Aufs Narrenschiff, Kurs Untergang!

 

Seines reinen Glaubens Kraft

Rüttelt an unsrer abstrakten Macht.

Drum wird sein Licht entleibt geschwind,

Obgleich wir wissen, dass wir die wahren Narren sind.

 

Wir sind die wahren Narren!

Wir sind alle Narren!

 

Durch die Zeit ein Aufschrei schallt,

Tut herzzerissne Klage,

Seine Mörder sind verfemt

Bis auf alle Tage.

[Владимир]

Nikolo Kotzev's Nostradamus (2001) - Plague

......

 

 

Nikolo Kotzev's Nostradamus (2001) - 10. Inquisition

Joe Lynn Turner (vocals) - Nostradamus

Jorn Lande (vocals) - The Inquisitor

 

Let's find him, defame him

He'll kill the King

Let's blind him and blame him

For everything

 

I'm on the run, no time to rest

No one must know where I am

But I have the power to open every door

Out in the cold alone in the dark

Why am I a wanted man ?

Don't they know heaven is my guiding force ?

 

Only witches and warlocks can see through time

I want to know what he sees

Tell me, can he change the water into wine ?

I want that man brought to me, brought to me

Bring that fraud here, he must stand trial

 

Let us burn him, let's destroy him (Destroy him)

We know he must die (He must die)

 

You are hereby on trial

For all your words and deeds

 

I regret, I stand falsely accused

But I'll tell you what you need

 

I say that it's all black magic

You can't make a fool out of me

 

I speak the truth in every word that I say

You're so full of hate, you're to blind to see

 

Burn ! Let's find him, defame him

He'll kill the King

 

A seeker of truth, a mon of God

I've been condemned by your hand

Surely his words should be in every tongue

Spending my nights, gazing into the stars

I dream what you can't understand

God gave me this gift to give to everyone

 

By order of the Holy Inquisition

You bear the burden of proof

You surely give those lies to the people

But you better give me the truth, give me the truth !

Bring that man here, he must stand on trial

 

Let us burn him, (Destroy him, he must die)

Let's destroy him

We know he must die

 

Truth is something you'll never understand

And honestly - neither can I

You've got the question in the palm of your hand

The answer we will never find,

We will never find ......

 

You sold your soul to the Devil

 

No .....

 

If you kiss the cross you'll burn

 

It's because of ignorant people like you

Will the world never learn ?

 

You're just a wolf in sheep's clothing

 

yeah, sure ......

 

You only intend to deceive

 

I've had enough of your fear and loathing

Some day the World will believe, will believe ..

 

Let us burn him, let's destroy him

We know he must, he must die!

[Арг]

Алексин — Шалавы

 

Малолетние шалавы

Hа тyсовкy собpались

Мнyться на ногах костлявых

Все изpядно нажpались

 

В yгол бpосили тетpадки

Было к вечеpy y них

Две дешёвых шоколадки,

Пять бyтылок на тpоих

 

У подpyг заняли шмоток

И напyдpили носы

А одна из них надела

Даже чистые тpyсы

 

А на центpе иномаpки

Тyт идёт вечеpний съём

И подpyжки завалили

Пpямо в тачкy все в тpоём

 

И поехали кататься

Hеизвестно даже с кем,

Девкам главное догнаться,

остальное без пpоблем

 

Где-то в загpоpодной бане

Тёлки водкy бyдyт жpать,

Hа столе стyча ногами

Танцы для бpатвы плясать

 

Вот такая вот пpогyлка

Hа машине с ветеpком

А к yтpy косяк задолбим

Завтpа в школy не пойдём

[Boma Kuro]

Bann - Carmina Necrologia

Æschatologia, 2009

 

Der Toten zu gedenken,

Zu ehren sie in Ewigkeit,

Sie zu hegen und zu wahren,

Zu jammern für ihr Seelenheil.

Die Toten sich zu knechten,

Verdammnis durch sie fliehen,

Erlösung durch sie heischen,

Für die eig'ne Fleischlichkeit.

 

Den Toten keine Ruh'!

 

Schwer ruht das Buch der Toten

Auf goldberanktem Opferholz.

Beben und Wimmern sind die Boten

Der Verstummten Zorns und ihres Grolls.

 

Die spröden Seiten speien Seelen,

In zäher Flucht entströmen sie,

Im Dazwischen ewig sich zu quälen,

Harren trostlos suchend ihrer Elegie.

 

Wogen sinnlich-herber Düfte

Von faulig' Fleisch und madigen Membranen

Steigen nieder in die Grüfte,

Lehren Leben Tod erahnen.

 

Sie winden sich und hauchend schleichen

Sie umher in Kerkern und Verließen,

Zehren an Verwesung und an Leichen

Bis sie in Codices zurück als Tinte fließen.

 

Ein Sarg aus schwarzem Leder.

Verätzt, zerkratzt, verbrannt.

Die Seiten abgegriffen,

Schimmlig, blass, zersetzt.

Eine Seele, eine Zeile,

Wie im Kerker festgesetzt.

 

Es bleiben leere Namen,

Nichts als ein Federstreich.

Vergangenes gefangen,

Spross' um Spross' gen Himmelreich.

 

So schmachten hier die Toten

Gebannt im schwarzen Staube ihres Purgatoriums,

Bestattet in vergilbtem Pergament.

 

Keine Ruh' den Toten!

Den Toten keine Ruh'!

In Memoriam ...