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[Boma Kuro]

The Vision Bleak - A Romance With The Grave

Set Sail to Mystery, 2010

 

Up on the hill

In pictoresque light

Lies beautiful, still

A burial site.

 

The gateway creaks,

I scare myself.

Some doubtful peeks,

The clock strikes twelve.

 

Ancient ground

And mossy rocks.

A smell unsound,

A grave unlocks.

 

Oldest sin...

Palest skin...

Ageless grin...

...death!

 

Ruthless lust,

Without disgust,

Dirt and dust,

A romance with the grave!

 

A romance with the grave!

 

The fog lies thick

And moon does rise.

Her antique chique

Glares in my eyes.

 

A first shy kiss

And silent moans.

In the abyss

The coffin groans.

 

In close embrace

Desire’s deep,

And for her grace

In joy I weep.

 

Oldest sin...

Palest skin...

Ageless grin...

...death!

 

Ruthless lust,

Without disgust,

Dirt and dust,

A romance with the grave!

 

A romance with the grave!

 

Ruthless lust,

Without disgust,

Dirt and dust,

A romance with the grave!

 

A romance with the grave!

[Winterkalte]

Умиляюсь фьюнерал думстерам) Коротенькие текстики умудряются растягивать на 10-20 минут))

 

The Howling Void - A Name Writ in Water

 

 

A drop of rain into the churning sea

Dissolution into the yawning tides

I will forget what it is to be

And not knowing, I will rise again only to fall

I am the inheritor of disease

Of damp, black earth

My withered husk will dry upon the shore

I will become the sand

In forgotten dreams I crawl towards distant stars

 

 

Отличная группа кстати) "Гуманный" (по сравнению со всяким минималаизмом аля Катакомбс) к ушам слушателя хтонический ужос)) 

 

 

[Seatroll]

DevilDriver - Digging Up The Corpses

 

TELL ME ANOTHER STORY

 

TELL ME ANOTHER STORY

 

Everyone Has Stories, They Bore Me (They Bore Me)

The Ends(?) Are Feeling Nervous. Their Stories...(They Bore Me)

Everyone's Got Skeletons In Their Closet

Don't Ask Me, Where They Got It

You Should Have Told The Truth A Long Time Ago. Liar, LIAR!

(I Told You So)

 

Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again) Tell Me Another Story.

Digging Up The Corpses, That Haunt You, That Haunt You.

Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again) Tell Me Another Story.

Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again), Corpses (Corpses) Once Again.

Corpses. Digging. Up The Corpses. Once Again.

 

Back To Another Story, That Haunts Me (Haunts Me)

Someone Sheared The Wolf From His Story, That Haunts You (Haunts You)

 

Everyone's Got Skeletons In Their Closet

Don't Ask Me, Where They Got It

You Should Have Told The Truth A Long Time Ago. Liar, LIAR!

(I Told You So)

 

Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again) Tell Me Another Story.

Digging Up The Corpses, That Haunt You, That Haunt You.

Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again) Tell Me Another Story.

Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again), Corpses (Corpses) Once Again.

Corpses. Digging. Up The Corpses. Once Again.

 

Digging Digging Digging Digging

Up The Up The Up The Up The

Corpses Corpses Corpses Corpses

 

I Should Have Never Let You In

Your Soul Is Full Of Sin

Always Trying To Do Me Good, Digging Up The Corpses Again.

 

YOUR STORIES (Bore Me)

 

Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again) Tell Me Another Story.

Digging Up The Corpses, That Haunt You, That Haunt You.

Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again) Tell Me Another Story.

Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again), Corpses (Corpses) Once Again.

Digging Up The Corpses Corpses. Once Again.

 

Go

[Boma Kuro]

The Vision Bleak - Descend Into Maelstrom

Set Sail to Mystery, 2010

 

The old man before you

Is not reality

What I saw and tell you so

None deemed it to be true

 

A cry of dismay

Turned my hair into gray

And the odour of the sea

For never shall abandon me

 

The thunderous, raging void

In which all oceans end

Took me by supernal force

Into the Maelstrom I descend!

 

Flashing lights! Crushing sea!

Thunder and storm came unto me!

Blackened clouds and copper moon

Eternity woke from its slumber...

 

All day turned black - and night became

The deeper I was swallowed the more was still...

 

A descent into maelstrom

A descent into maelstrom

 

Just how I could escape

To this day I know not

My Brig was torn to shreds

And so the fishers lot!

 

In my deep despair

I jumped into its eye

It chewed me up and spit me out

And so I found my way up high!

 

Flashing lights! Crushing sea!

Thunder and storm came unto me!

Blackened clouds and copper moon

Eternity woke from its slumber...

 

All day turned black - and night became

The deeper I was swallowed the more was still...

 

A descent into maelstrom

A descent into maelstrom

[Арг]

Неожиданно приятно удивил Пикник - Фетиш

 

Это только начало игры

Будто вниз головой летишь

Потому быть внимательнее

Выбирая себе фетиш

 

Это может быть лёгкий браслет

И высокие каблуки

Или тонкой резьбы корсет

И перчатка с её руки

 

Как дурманящий душу яд

Как на свежую рану йод

То сокровище для меня

Что касалось когда-то её

 

Я смотрю тебе долго вслед

Мысли крутятся у виска

Заговариваю браслет

И дрожит у тебя рука

 

Долго-долго ещё потом

Раскалённым словам не остыть

В тёмной комнате на стене

Проступают твои черты

 

Как у острого на острие

Будто вниз головой летишь

Потому быть внимательнее

Выбирая себе фетиш

[Boma Kuro]

Weena Morloch - Kugel Im Gesicht (9mm)

KadaverKomplex, 2002

 

Mit wie vielen Siebenmeilenstiefeln bin ich schon gerannt?

Auf der Flucht vor meinem Leben, das ich selbst nicht recht verstand?

Oft ging ich über Leichen,

jetzt geh ich über mich!

Wer noch einmal meinen Weg kreuzt hat 10 kugeln im Gesicht.

Es ist so einfach;

und es macht Spaß;

Du willst vor mir verbluten?

Nichts leichteres als das.

Erschießt was euch kaputt macht,

erschießt was euch zerbricht,

Die Lösung aller Fragen ist die Kugel im Gesicht.

 

Geschubst, betrogen, weggezogen,

Von mir durch den Tag geschoben!

Baue ich im Meer der Zeit

Ein Trugbild in der Ewigkeit.

Angerempelt, abgestempelt,

Mit gespielter Heiterkeit

Entsteht die Täuschung.

Gott sei Dank

Weiß niemand:

 

Ich bin wirklich krank!

 

Ich nehme irgendeines von den vielen,ganz egal

Ob es eine liebe Seele hat,

ein Mensch ist's allemal.

Es steht mir bis zum Halse,

ob ihrs wollt oder nicht,

Hat der, der mir zu nahe kommt 10 Kugeln im Gesicht.

Ich bin kein feiger Mörder,

ich bin ein Soziopath,

Der mit fremdbestimmter Angst

im Nacken seiner Tage harrt!

Der ab und auch lächelt und

auch freundlich zu dir spricht,

Doch hinter seiner Stirn

sieht er nur Kugeln im Gesicht.

 

Geschubst, betrogen, weggezogen,

Von mir durch den Tag geschoben

Baue ich im Meer der Zeit

Ein Trugbild in der Ewigkeit.

Angerempelt, abgestempelt,

Mit gespielter Heiterkeit

Entsteht die Täuschung.

Gott sei Dank Weiß niemand:

Ich bin wirklich krank.

 

Ich bin wirklich krank

Ich bin wirklich krank

Ich bin wirklich krank

Ich bin wirklich krank

Ich bin wirklich krank

 

Das heisst einfach selbst längst ein Bulle sein

 

Ich bin wirklich krank

Ich bin wirklich krank

 

Das heisst einfach selbst längst ein Bulle sein

 

Ich bin wirklich krank

 

Eine scheinheilige Sau aus der herrschenden Klasse

Das ist einfach die Selbsterkenntnis

 

Die Welt, in der ich lebe

ist zu eng und viel zu laut,

Die Gewalt in meinem Kopf

ist mir bis ins Detail vertraut.

Wie eine stille Flamme,

die nimmer mehr erlischt.

Flüstert sie in meinen Ohren:

Schieß die Kugel ins Gesicht!

Mein Körper ist am Ende,

meine Seele ,sie bricht aus;

Ich weiß, aus diesem Kreislauf

komme ich nicht lebend raus.

Ich bin lieber tot und glücklich

als vom Leben kalt erwischt:

Dieser dreckige Planet ist mir die Kugel im Gesicht!

 

Geschubst, betrogen, weggezogen,

Von mir durch den Tag geschoben

Baue ich im Meer der Zeit

Ein Trugbild in der Ewigkeit.

Angerempelt, abgestempelt,

Mit gespielter Heiterkeit

Entsteht die Täuschung.

Gott sei Dank Weiß niemand:

Ich bin wirklich krank.

 

Ich bin wirklich krank.

[Ao3]

не знаю, было ли.

 

Forest Stream - Black Swans

 

 

 

Take me in the temple of the evening sun

Coming from there where's no life's remained

Only the glow reflecting in the eyes of phrentics

By the name of LEGION

 

In the imperishable area of heaths, woods and lakes

They've been cradled by

Is so perfect for magic marvelous dance

There is no place to be... And

Moonlight chaplet have faded out

No sound of their speech meets an ear

 

... And the rapture that I've been filled with hath turned into the

brilliant dew

To wash the blood off my face

When I came back

The dawn was so silver and so golden is the dusk upon the meadows

Splashed with poppies

Where I've lost myself looking for tomorrow...

 

One day like countless times in sleep

I'll come to the wall

That hides the abyss beyond...

To overcome it on the black wings my hands turn into

I'm the one who was gifted by his

Sable Majesty

 

And the spirit transfigures...

 

By the grace of your black astral world I have been bewitched

And now on my bended knees I am praying

"For Thine is the Kingdom"...

 

...I know they've died and turned into the Black Swans

To dance on the forest lake in silver mist and sorrowful grace...

[Winterkalte]

Forest Stream - Black Swans

 

Моя любимая песня у них) 

 

Slayer - Beauty Through Order

 

It's the feel of your blood

As it flows smoothly down my skin

Intoxicating my soul

Immortality, seducing me

 

Burning in your own hell, which now binds you to me infinitely

Spirits of angels don't weep for you enticing me

Vanity, blood

Left for you to drink

 

Eternity waits for you

Vanity, blood

Left for you to drink

Eternity waits for you to drink

 

Frozen in time is the ice flowing in your veins

Are you insane?

At your mercy they suffered while you sat there painless

Vile and shameless

 

Crowned you are now for the merciless sins

It's the end

Your beauty through order is where blood flows through you

Where it begins

 

Vanity, blood

Left for you to drink

Eternity waits for you

Vanity blood

 

Left for you to drink

Eternity waits for you to drink

Young life striped down of all it's dignity

Sliced flesh pours out it's youthfulness

 

My lust will never be fully quenched

Your screams tell me that you're not prepared to die

 

[Lead: King]

 

Creature from hell why can't you see the things I see?

Mirror tells me that you were always meant for me

You are my sacrifice

Blood is the deficit

 

Biting the flesh, face my sick prelude

Now meet your frozen death

God did not do this

Heated iron bar I will insert inside your cunt

 

Mistress of cruelty, a name that will not die

You are my sacrifice

Blood is the deficit

Bathing in blood, your heart, your soul, your god

 

It all belongs to me

God belongs to me

It all belongs to me

 

[Lead: Hanneman]

 

Murder is my birthright the bloodline proves aristocracy

Walled in, left for dead, your actions show no hypocrisy

My birthright, is murder

Birthright, murder

 

Birthright, murder

 

З.Ы. на эту песню снят ну оооочень классный клип) 

 

 

[Boma Kuro]

The Vision Bleak - Kutulu!

Carpathia - a Dramatic Poem, 2005

 

A moonless sky, midnight was nigh,

No sound did break the still.

A strange mystique was felt in all,

A spirit that seemed wrong and ill.

Suddenly the cold winds blew

And coyotes howled afar.

A mighty thunder shattered earth -

The growl of grand NGAA.

 

Whisp'ring voices could be heard,

Utt'ring a foul spell.

Man circled round a secret stone

And summoned greatest hell!

 

Cold blades did light in darkness

And the high priestess

Started the unholy rite...

 

IA! IA! KUTULU FHTAGN!

IA! R'LYEH KUTULU FHTAGN!

IA! IA! KUTULU FHTAGN!

IA! R'LYEH KUTULU FHTAGN!

IA! IA! KUTULU FHTAGN!

IA! R'LYEH KUTULU FHTAGN!

IA! IA! KUTULU FHTAGN!

IA! R'LYEH KUTULU FHTAGN!

 

Blood was shed unto the stone

That raised into the air.

And from below snakes did appear,

But God knows what was truly there.

 

Cold blades did light in darkness

And all the desert

Seemed to join the blasphemy...

 

IA! IA! KUTULU FHTAGN!

IA! R'LYEH KUTULU FHTAGN!

IA! IA! KUTULU FHTAGN!

IA! R'LYEH KUTULU FHTAGN!

IA! IA! KUTULU FHTAGN!

IA! R'LYEH KUTULU FHTAGN!

IA! IA! KUTULU FHTAGN!

IA! R'LYEH KUTULU FHTAGN!

[Seatroll]

DevilDriver - Pray For Villains

 

Bitter Blood on the blood-stained highway

We're brothers in arms 'til we get it right

You're gonna want it your way

It's gonna be done now

Don't take it too far, gonna get it right

Move on from the past

Agree to disagree

 

Every sorrow has its source

And your conscience isn't free

In the dog days of Summer

On another sober September

This was meant for you

 

Am I not my brother's keeper?

All is what it seems to be

I'm A strong rival

A bitter enemy

Best friend

Till the end

The man you wish to be

 

They pray for villains

When their heroes let them down

They pray for villains

When their heroes let them down

Let them down!

 

The ties that bind he clock that winds

As the oceans meet the sky

On the hour of my death

Will you be standing by

 

Every sorrow has its source

And your conscience isn't free

In the dog days of Summer

On another sober September

This was meant for you

 

Am I not my brother's keeper?

All is what it seems to be

I'm A strong rival

A bitter enemy

Best friend

Till the end

The man you wish to be

 

They pray for villains

When their heroes let them down

They pray for villains

When their heroes let them down

Let them down!

 

Bless the broken road

As we limp back home

You get off on the sound

Of everything coming down, so down

Walk down the broken road!

[Winterkalte]

Worship - Zorn a Rust-Red Scythe

 

 

 

 

Ancient rust on black

Scarlet curve of wrath

Spill a bleak revenge

In Gethsemane

 

I will make you pay,

Bleed your scarlet guilt

To reconquer day

From filth

 

And they fall like leaves

Brittle to the touch

Where blood is only grey

Only grey

 

Bakar: "We are the Moonkult. I am Bakar, the First. You see, brother, the world that was is dead. It was foul, teeming with sin. As mankind made its final discovery, the end of the patience of God, the experiment was ended. The world was returned into the shape of moon, a clean state. Only when aeons of penitence have passed, befitting the crime, and mankind has forgotten sin, desire, rebellion, only then will the world be born anew. A perfect, newborn world."

 

Stay away

Bleed away

Fall like statues

Mute like sleep

 

And to the end of day

I will run from your lies

If there is sanctuary

I shall find it or cease

 

Bakar: "You, my son, are the sacrifice to die for our sins, until we'll finally be forgiven."

[GKalian]

Manchester Orchestra - I've Got Friends Lyrics

 

Dirty in the ground is what I need

I got another one to tell you

and another one to make you believe

pity in the grass tried to be

the one you needed when I told you

that you wanted something bigger than me

 

I've got friends in all the right places

I know what they want

and I know they don't want me to stay

I said that I've got friends in all the right places

I know what they want

and I know they don't want me to stay

 

'cause you are not alive

when I need you

I need it quickly

in case you never know

 

I can't play where I'm not supposed to anyway

 

dirt in the ground is what I see

I need another reason why

I need another reason, tell me to breathe

the dirtier the sound, the best I breathe

I tried to do it all for you

it didn't do anything for me

 

'cause I've got friends in all the right places

I know what they want

and I know they don't want me to stay

I've got friends in all the right places

I know what they want

and I know they don't want me to stay

 

and you and I will find

that when I need you

I need it quickly

in fact, you'll never know

 

I've got friends in all the right places

I know what they want

and I know they don't want me to stay

I said that I've got friends in all the right places

I know what they want

and I know they don't want me to stay.

[Ведьмин раб Отаку #12600]

Кожаный Олень "Жопа"

 

Для чего нужна мне жопа ?

Чтоб не думать головой!

И не маяться глубоко!

Я зачем, я такой !?!

 

Что-бы лишний раз не парить !

Свой высокий светлый лоб !

Что-бы не был я несчастным !

И штаны держали чтоб !

 

Жо, жоп, жопа моя а-а-а-а-а !

Жо-па-а-а-а-а !

[NmLs]

Pharoahe Monch - Book Of Judges

 

[Verse 1:]

America the ugly raped my mother

Deceived my sister separated my brother

Murdered my children hung my father

Now they want me to rock the vote the fucks why bother?

Seen them commercials for the army of whatever

Picture me giving a damn, I said never!

My minds too short my brain's too clever

My spine is too strong every line pulls your lever

Limitless rhymes for the indigenous the remedy

PLAT! Getting' my money like the Kennedy's

Flip it! Put em' in stocks collect anemities

Rock, roll behold my epiphanies and

Read em' and weep, heat I beat em' to sleep

Mislead em' until we even-steven defeat em' with freedom of speech

And we let them know that I'm the motherfuckin' fire-starter

Piss on the constitution and burn the Magna Carta

 

[Chorus:]

All I know is what I feel

Deceive my eyes and distort what's real

All truth will set you free

I rather die on my feet than delivery my knees

 

[Verse 2:]

We dying over black gold they harvesting in the sand

Presidents living marvelous, they starving in Sudan

It's obvious we walk a blind path to oblivion

The book of judges read the scriptures unlike Gideon

Light my fire, start my engine

When Pharaohe becomes Moses its medicine for who listens

A veteran with the might bringing with prophecy to fruition

Motivation verses on an adverse condition

Caught on the mainframe I see the maze man

They watch you from the street light you and your main man

The bar code around your neck same as your name brand

You're lost in strange land no thoughts of a game plan

 

[Chorus:]

All I know is what I feel

Deceive my eyes and distort what's real

All truth will set you free

I rather die on my feet than delivery my knees

 

[Outro:]

Piss on the constitution, then burn the Magna Carta

Piss on the constitution, then burn the Magna Carta

Piss on the constitution, then burn the Magna Carta

Piss on the constitution, then burn the Magna Carta

Piss on the constitution, then burn the Magna Carta

Piss on the constitution, then burn the Magna Carta

Piss on the constitution, then burn the Magna Carta

Piss on the constitution, then burn the Magna Carta [fade out]

[Арг]

Skillet - Monster

 

The secret side of me, I never let you see

I keep it caged but I can't control it

So stay away from me, the beast is ugly

I feel the rage and I just can't hold it

 

It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls

It comes awake and I can't control it

Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head

Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?

 

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin

I must confess that I feel like a monster

I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun

I must confess that I feel like a monster

 

I, I feel like a monster

I, I feel like a monster

 

My secret side I keep hid under lock and key

I keep it caged but I can't control it

'Cause if I let him out he'll tear me up, break me down

Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?

 

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin

I must confess that I feel like a monster

I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun

I must confess that I feel like a monster

 

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin

I must confess that I feel like a monster

I, I feel like a monster

I, I feel like a monster

 

It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp

There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart

No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream

Maybe it's inside of me, stop this monster

 

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin

I must confess that I feel like a monster

I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun

I must confess that I feel like a monster

 

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin

I must confess that I feel like a monster

I've gotta lose control, he something radical

I must confess that I feel like a monster

 

I, I feel like a monster

I, I feel like a monster

I, I feel like a monster

I, I feel like a monster

[Boma Kuro]

The Vision Bleak - The Curse Of Arabia

Carpathia - A Dramatic Poem, 2005

 

One thousand and one year ago

In darkest age of yore,

Man prayed to the ancient gods

And lived by secret lore.

One ancestor of thine

Whose blood runs in thy vein

Who travelled all the seas

Was said to be insane.

 

So in one fateful night

When clouds did hang the moon,

He crossed the river Nile

And settled our doom.

In the strange realms of Arabia

He fell to gem and gold

And in his greed he cursed ye all

By a spell of old.

 

Temples were made,

Built by thousand hands

And evil did create

Gold from the desert sands.

Gem on gold - stone on bone

...and all did pray to great KUTULU!

 

One thousand and one year ago

In darkest age of yore,

Man prayed to the ancient gods

And lived by secret lore.

Grand evil was invoked

Just one word can describe,

KUTULU was the bane

That rode the winds of night.

 

Great riches he did bring

To those that served his deed,

But death and doom was cast

On folk not of his seed.

All women have been stained,

Filled with his black cum,

His malice runs in thee,

Be cursed KUTULU's son!

 

Temples were made,

Built by thousand hands

And evil did create

Gold from the desert sands.

Gem on gold - stone on bone

...and all did pray to great KUTULU!

 

Temples were made,

Built by thousand hands

And evil did create

Gold from the desert sands.

Gem on gold - stone on bone

...and all did pray to great KUTULU!

[GKalian]

Lostprophets - Felon

 

Simon, don’t stop with all the lying.

‘Cause we know where your from,

you get along by taking things that don’t belong to you.

So can you feel it?

Oh when you steel it!

All that adrenalin, living in sin,

and you can sell it off for half the price!

Oh what would your mother say?

 

We take to get along,

we’re holding on, we’re holding on,

and all these estates we’re on,

everyone‘s singing!

 

Mikey, oh where’d you get those Nikes?

‘Cause I know you ain’t got, the notes to drop.

Left alone you’d take the fucking lot!

Not succeding, nothing to believe in.

Cause it will all go wrong, everything‘s gone.

Now your future is on the roll of a dice,

and that’s the price that you pay!

 

We take to get along,

we’re holding on, we’re holding on,

and all these estates we’re on,

everyone‘s singing!

We don’t need anyone!

We’re holding on, we’re holding on,

all the police are wrong,

so we’re still singing.

 

7 days a week, patrolling all these streets.

I try to stop, but I can’t help it.

I know you call me weak, my future is oblique.

I take to get along, cause I still need it.

 

We take to get along,

we’re holding on, we’re holding on,

and all these estates we’re on,

everyone‘s still singing!

We take to get along,

we’re holding on, we’re holding on,

and all these estates we’re on,

everyone‘s singing!

 

We don’t need anyone!

We’re holding on, we’re holding on!

We don’t need anyone!

Everyone’s singing.

We don’t need anyone!

We’re holding on, we’re holding on!

We don’t need anyone!

‘Cause we’re still singing.

[Boma Kuro]

Lola Angst - Fräulein Kurva Sloboda

Schwarzwald, 2007

 

Dodi da ti izcupam noge

I prestat ces pijevat pijesmu Slobode

Nema izlaza za nas kretene

Dali ne vidis Amerika me jebe

 

Jedan dva tri cetri

Kreten krece prema Europi

Cetri tri dva jeden

A uopce nije gladan

 

Ti si moje mala Kurva

Koja me u glavu lupa

A ja tvoj blesavi bik

Debilan i glup ka hitlerov lik

 

Ti si moje mala Kurva

Koja me u glavu lupa

A ja tvoj blesavi bik

Debilan i glup ka hitlerov lik

 

Fräulein Kurva Sloboda

Kurva Sloboda

Fräulein Kurva Sloboda

Kurva Sloboda

 

Mala moja slatka curica

Neces nosit haljine armananija

Neces voziti auto iz Germanije

Placat ces kamate izgubljene Slobode

 

A zakaj da sutim i buljim

Bolje da se derem i kreveljim

Pukla si moj san u zrak

Majko mila bit ce dugi mrak

 

Ti si moje mala Kurva

Koja me u glavu lupa

A ja tvoj blesavi bik

Debilan i glup ka hitlerov lik

 

Ti si moje mala Kurva

Koja me u glavu lupa

A ja tvoj blesavi bik

Debilan i glup ka hitlerov lik

 

Fräulein Kurva Sloboda

Kurva Sloboda

Fräulein Kurva Sloboda

Kurva Sloboda

[Денстагмер]

Мумий Тролль - Эй, товарищ

 

Эй, эй, товарищ, смотри

Что происходит с тобой?

Худших уже расхватали...

Остальные сидят пред тобой

Та, что тебе по нраву

Уехала позже всех

Но в твоих пальцах все превращается в даль

И руки, и губы, и тепло... и дыхание и смех

 

Ты допиваешь свой афродизиак

Читаешь свой зодиак

Лилии - в "Кадиллак"!

 

Ок, Ок, товарищ

Такой непонятный язык

Имеет ли смысл учить и учиться?

..И так согласятся... привык!

Ты может ласкаешь нервы

Ты может лижешь боль

Твои чаяния не исходят в желаниях

Ни конец, ни начало...

Ни инь и янь

И ни М... и ни Тролль!

 

Ты допиваешь свой афродизиак

Читаешь свой зодиак

Лилии - в "Кадиллак"!

Изменено 17 июня, 2010 пользователем Денстагмер

[sheid]

Rush - Armor And Sword

Snakes And Arrows, 2007 [2/13]

 

The snakes and arrows a child is heir to

Are enough to leave a thousand cuts

We build our defenses, a place of safety

And leave the darker places unexplored

 

Sometimes the fortress is too strong

Or the love is too weak

What should have been our armor

Becomes a sharp and angry sword

 

Our better natures seek elevation

A refuge for the coming night

No one gets to their heaven without a fight

 

We hold beliefs as a consolation

A way to take us out of ourselves

Meditation or medication

A comfort ,or a promised reward

 

Sometimes the spirit is too strong

Or the flesh is too weak

Sometimes the need is just too great

For the solace we seek

The suit of shining armor

Becomes a keen and bloody sword

 

A refuge for the coming night

A future of eternal light

No one gets to their heaven without a fight

 

Confused alarms of struggle and flight

Blood is drained of color

By the flashes of artillery light

No one gets to their heaven without a fight

The battle flags are flown

At the feet of a god unknown

No one gets to their heaven without a fight

 

Sometimes the damage is too great

Or the will is too weak

What should have been our armor

Becomes a sharp and burning sword.

[Бякс]

Удивительно зацепило:

Группа ЧаЧа - Влюбленный металлист

 

Ты красива, словно Кирк Хамметт

В лучшие годы

Мы с тобою друг другу

Идеально подходим

Моё сердце колотит

Как бочка с карданом

Не сломать мою любовь

Ни кувалдой, ни тараном

Потому что она

Из металла сделана

Без тебя я, как «Ария»

Без Кипелова

Без Кипелова

Без Кипелова

 

Фэны мутят circle pit

Мы держим за руки друг друга

И целуемся взасос

Прямо в середине круга

Про кровавые кишки

Вокалист орёт со сцены

Это мой любимый хит

Но с тобой мне не до слэма

 

Пойдём ко мне домой

Я твой и только твой

Мне стало тесно в моих кожаных штанах

Ширинка так больно врезается в пах

Нет больше силы терпеть эту страсть

Я хочу, чтобы ты мне сейчас отдалась

Я стащу с тебя зубами твои сапоги

И отщёлкну все заклёпки на браслетах твоих

Сниму с тебя косуху и включу группу «Kiss»

Я — влюблённый металлист

Влюблённый металлист

 

Я звоню в твою дверь

Я пришёл к тебе с цветами

С целой пачкой новых дисков

И журналов о металле

Но никто не открывает

Я прислушался и понял:

За стеной «Green Day» играет

И кто-то стонет

И кто-то стонет

И кто-то стонет

 

Мне стало тесно в моих кожаных штанах

Ширинка так больно врезается в пах

Нет больше силы терпеть эту страсть

Я мечтаю, чтобы ты мне сейчас отдалась

Но ты ушла к уроду с ирокезом на башке

Я ищу утешение в собственной руке

И плачу вечерами под баллады «Judas Priest»

Ведь я — несчастный металлист

 

Мне стало тесно в моих кожаных штанах

Ширинка так больно врезается в пах

Нет больше силы терпеть эту страсть

Я хочу, чтобы ты мне сейчас отдалась

Я стащу с тебя зубами твои сапоги

И отщёлкну все заклёпки на браслетах твоих

Сниму с тебя косуху и включу группу «Kiss»

Я — влюблённый металлист

Влюблённый металлист

[Арг]

Константин Никольский - Мой друг художник и поэт

 

Мой друг художник и поэт в дождливый вечер на стекле

Мою любовь нарисовал, открыв мне чудо на земле.

Сидел я молча у окна и наслаждался тишиной.

Моя любовь с тех пор всегда была со мной.

 

И время как вода текло и было мне тогда тепло,

Когда в дождливый вечер я смотрел в оконное стекло.

Но год за годом я встречал в глазах любви моей печаль,

Дождливой скуки тусклый свет и вот, любовь сменила цвет.

 

Моя любовь сменила цвет, угас чудесный яркий день,

Мою любовь ночная укрывает тень.

Весёлых красок болтовня, игра волшебного огня

Моя любовь уже не радует меня.

 

Поблекли нежные тона, исчезла высь и глубина,

И чётких линий больше нет - вот безразличия портрет.

Глаза в глаза любовь глядит, а я не весел, не сердит.

Бесцветных снов покой земной молчаньем делится со мной.

 

И вдохновенное лицо утратит добрые черты.

Моя любовь умрёт во мне в конце концов

И капли грустного дождя струится будут по стеклу.

Моя любовь неслышно плачет, уходя.

 

И радугу прошедших дней застелит пыль грядущих лет

И также потеряют цвет воспоминания о ней

Рисунок тает на стекле, его спасти надежды нет,

Но как же мне раскрасить вновь в цвет радости мою любовь?

 

А может быть, разбить окно и окунуться в мир иной,

Где солнечный рисуя свет, живёт художник и поэт...

[GKalian]

Paramore - Ignorance

 

If I'm a bad person, you don't like me

I guess I'll go, make my own way

It's a circle

I mean cycle

I can't excite you anymore

Where's your gavel? Your jury?

What's my offense this time?

You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me

Well sentence me to another life.

 

Don't wanna hear your sad songs

I don't wanna feel your pain

When you swear it's all my fault

Cause you know we're not the same

Oh we're not the same

The friends who stuck together

We wrote our names in blood

But I guess you can't accept that the change is good

It's good

 

You treat me just like another stranger

Well it's nice to meet you sir

I guess I'll go

I best be on my way out

 

Ignorance is your new best friend

 

This is the best thing that could've happened

Any longer and I wouldn't have made it

It's not a war no, It's not a rapture

I'm just a person but you can't take it

The same tricks that once fooled me

They won't get you anywhere

I'm not the same kid from your memory

Now I can fend for myself

 

Don't wanna hear your sad songs

I don't wanna feel your pain

When you swear it's all my fault

Cause you know we're not the same

Oh we're not the same

We used to stick together

We wrote our names in blood

But I guess you can't accept that the change is good

It's good

 

You treat me just like another stranger

Well it's nice to meet you sir

I guess I'll go

I best be on my way out

 

Ignorance is your new best friend

 

You treat me just like another stranger

Well it's nice to meet you sir

I guess I'll go

I best be on my way out

[Winterkalte]

Void Of Silence - The Grave of Civilisation

 

 

 

 

Relics and dust beneath

My weary feet

All that remains

Of the world I remember

Acrid and fertile the stench of decay

Enters my mind

And writes in my soul

This desolate place, once so alive

Is now dead and cold

I envy the dead

The grave of civilization

It stretches all around me

The silence is painful

It cannot be kept out

I’m left alone with

The sound of emptiness

My footfalls echo off

The monoliths of grey concrete

Relics and dust beneath

My weary feet, all that remains

Of the world I remember

Paint with destruction

Upon canvas of concrete

The proud laid low

Lives are rendered in bone

Where once the hives of man

Strove to pierce the sky

A warren of decay spreads

For mile upon mile

A gentle blanket of ash

Smothers remembrance and grief

But none are left alive

No one still breathing to weep

Ominous mournful clouds

Shroud the ghost of the sun

I wander these ruins alone

And beg for the end to come

Skeletal remains of buildings

Claw at the poisoned sky

Like withered fossilised hands

Of long dead gods

Corpse city shells

Of extinct titan insects

The howl of the restless wind

Through the rusted pipes

An assemblage of melancholy artifice

The arrogant folly

Of mankind’s avarice

The swollen red sun sets

For the final time

In a thousand years

The dead glassy earth is growing cold

Filthy snow tumbles

Form a sickly glowing sky

It settles upon the endless

Ruin and bones

There can be no return from this

I envy the dead

[GKalian]

Hey Monday - Where Is My Head

 

Today I told myself that I would control myself

But my heart and zipper seems to disagree

Where is this coming from progressively, sinking deep

That my old private school ain't proud of me?

 

You've got me

 

Spin it like a DJ

Don't care what they say

Every minute, every day

I'm waiting for the moment

Don't know who this girl is

But she wants to make a mess

Don't wait till you're finished

Now we're on to something golden

Where is my head?

Where is my head?

I'm running

Where is my head?

Where is my head?

 

It seems I lost my mind back when we first met

But at that second, everything had changed

I might be modest on the outside, looking in

But your mouth and body's got the best of me

 

You've got me

 

Spin it like a DJ

Don't care what they say

Every minute, every day

I'm waiting for the moment

Don't know who this girl is

But she wants to make a mess

Don't wait till you're finished

Now we're on to something golden

Where is my head?

Where is my head?

I'm running

Where is my head?

Where is my head?

 

This is just crazy

It's so unlike me

Obsessing over you

Is making me thirsty

 

You got me

(You got me)

You got me

(You got me)

 

Spin it like a DJ

Don't care what they say

Every minute, every day

I'm waiting for the moment

Don't know who this girl is

But she wants to make a mess

Don't wait till you're finished

Now we're on to something golden

Where is my head?

Where is my head?

I'm running

Where is my head?

Where is my head?