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Topic Started: Sep 5 2005, 09:04 PM (1,450 Views)
Obi
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Hail To The Admin Baby
danku schat :)
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Mephisto
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Zal ik hier ook nog maar eens posten zeker.

My dying bride - The deepest of all hearts

Your soul is my desire. Desire I can't control
Be still my aching heart. Each beat you have stole
Your mind calls to me. Calls me closer to you
Be calm my aching heart. The ache drives me to you
Your eyes. The depth I see. So deep
The tears you cry will devour me

A flower to behold
Don't run. Don't blow away
Breathless to my eyes
So bright. Never to fade
Calmness and mystery
Entwines and captivates me
Delicate to the touch
From what I could see

I only wanted to get you close to me
To feel the love inside of me
You turned away from me
You looked the other way
You didn't see my tears for you
I only wanted to take you in my arms,
And lay you down here with me
You tried to turn and flee from my side
You tore out the heart of me
If only you had stayed. What may have been?
We could have been beautiful
Could have walked the earth, flown into the skies,
Swam the deepest of the seas
But you couldn't see anything in me
You strayed too far from my path
Maybe now you'll see everything in me
I'm sorry it had to be this way

Your eyes. Your smile
No more laughter again
We were something
No more. Nothing to me

Walk alone. Naked to the bone
My heart has fled far from me
Until another day. I find the one,
Who looks beyond the eyes in me
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My Dying Bride - The Dreadfull Hours

Mother will you take me down?
I have become so afraid
Mother please, please take me down
I am sorry, your boy is not brave

Child just hold on. Night will soon be gone
Sleep if you can. But watch your father's hand

We do not want you. No-body loves you
Father of the dark. Tonight will greet you

God in heaven, can you hear me
Help me Oh Lord. They're coming for me
Mother warned me. Father scorned me
Oh my God No. Now I hear him

I claim your life on this night
within sight of your own God

The silence, the waiting then the pain
Oh child, sleep will be here soon
Your life has only ever been shame
And so young boy, my hand brings doom

Child, won't you awake. Father has gone
Child, please come awake. Please my tiny son


prachtig =)
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Deze topic nog maar eens wat leven inblazen.

Katatonia - Gateways of bereavement

I stand as I cry
Mourning in the Silent rain
Death will light my Burden
Endless is my Sorrow
Gateways so Dark
All these years of Dying

Gone are dreams of Velvet Voices
I am you, we were one
Vast are fields I walk
Where sorrow never dies
The Sky unities with the Blackened Rain
Summon with my Tears
Now descend on WinterWings
My withering Soul.

Let me Die.
Gateways of Bereavement
A Temple of guilt
Falling Deep
Embraced in Grief
My withering soul
Let me Die

Farewell life and all I died for
now my time is over on Earth
Another journey has begun
Alone I died, not praying for mercy
nor praying for Salvation
A lonely Journey in a Darkened Dream
Time has come to spread my Wings

Slow...
Descending from a Silent sky
Death comes to take me away
And from the Gateways you hear me
cry...

...I love you...
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Metallica - Welcome home (sanitarium)

Welcome to where time stands still
No one leaves and no one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
Just labeled mentally deranged
Dream the same thing every night
I see our freedom in my sight
No locked doors, no windows barred
No things to make my brain seem scarred

Sleep my friend and you will see
That dream is my reality
They keep me locked up in this cage
Can’t they see it’s why my brain says rage

Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone

Build my fear of what’s out there
And cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I’m insane
They think our heads are in their hands
But violent use brings violent plans
Keep him tied, it makes him well
He’s getting better, can’t you tell?

No more can they keep us in
Listen, damn it, we will win
They see it right, they see it well
But they think this saves us from our hell

Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Sanitarium, just leave me alone

Fear of living on
Natives getting restless now
Mutiny in the air
Got some death to do
Mirror stares back hard
Kill, it’s such a friendly word
Seems the only way
For reaching out again.
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Here our Soldiers stand
from all around the World
waiting in a line
to hear the battle cry
all are gathered here
Victory is near
The Sound will fill the hall
bringing Power to us all
we alone are fighting
for metal that is true
we own the right to live the fight
we're here for all of you
Now swear the blood upon your Steel
will never dry
stand and fight together
beneath the metal sky

Refrain:
Brothers everywhere
raise your hands into the air
we're warriors, warriors of the World

Like thunder from the sky
swore to fight and die
we're warriors, warriors of the World

Verse:
Many stand against us
but they will never win
We said we would return
and here we are again
to bring them all Destruction
suffering and pain
We are the Hammer of the gods
we are Thunder wind and rain
there you wait in fear
with swords in feeble hands
with dreams to be a King
First - one should be a man
I call them out
and charge them all
with a life that is a lie
and in their final hour
they shall confess before they die

Refrain:
Brothers everywhere
raise your hands into the air
we're warriors, warriors of the World

Like thunder from the sky
swore to fight and die
we're warriors, warriors of the World



Bridge:
If I should fall in battle
my brothers who fight by my side
gather my horse, and weapons
tell my Family how I died
Until then I will be strong
I will fight for all that is real
All who stand in my way will die[DIE] by steel

Refrain:
Brothers everywhere
raise your hands into the air
we're warriors, warriors of the World (2x)

Like thunder from the sky
swore to fight and die
we're warriors, warriors of the World

Brothers everywhere
raise your hands into the air
we're warriors, warriors of the World (2x)

Like thunder from the sky
swore to fight and die
we're warriors, warriors of the World

Brothers everywhere
raise your hands into the air
we're warriors, warriors of the World (2x)


dees is echt een zalige schijf :)
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Tuatha
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hehe die hebben we ooit nog met veel vriendjespolitiek op nummer 1 van ons top 100-fuif gekregen, het technovolkje (95% van ons fuifvolk helaas <_< ) begreep er helemaal niks meer van :lol:

anyway, nog een mooie (ben onlangs fan geworden van dit nummer :) ):

Bathory - The lake

The one eyed old man told me that the face that I will see
Has paralysed a thousand brave men sure of victory
I cannot fight blindfolded and I'd freeze if I should see.
So I need to sacrifice my eyes to see all from within.

The one eyed old man told me of a lake that no-one knows of.
where the end of the sky unites with the bottom countless feet down deep
And he told me when this world was young into it's depths his eye he had thrown
So that though one eyed, he could see more than can be seen.

I'll throw my eyes into the lake.
So that I will see from within
I'll throw my eyes into the lake
And when blind I will still see.

At the bottom of the lake.
My two eyes will shine like the stars
At the bottom of the lake
I will see no matter how near or far
Regardless at which speed my horse
takes me through the night
No matter how sharp the blade of my sword seems to be.
Even with the aid of two pair of eyes way up high
In the end before the Beast, it's face I would have had to see.

But with my two eyes in the depths my vision is supreme
I see all things that can't be seen
but not my hand that is held out in front of me.
The face that makes me freeze
I now need not see at all.
I'll feel the presence of the Beast.
but will not need stare him down no more.

I've thrown my eyes into the lake.
So that I will see from within
I've throw my eyes into the lake
And now when blind I still see.

At the bottom of the lake.
My two eyes are shining like the stars
At the bottom of the lake
I now see no matter how near or far

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ff threaddiggen: Ik blijf 2 nummers van Cruachan super vinden:

Ten eerste pagan, dat middenstuk dat een parodie is op het onze vader is geweldig maar rest is ook super imo, "pedophile bastards" :D

A scourge on the world from the earliest days
Christ, his church and his sinister ways
Starter of wars, Instigator of crimes
Despoiler of cultures, Destroyer of minds

More people have died in the name of Christ
Than any other in the history of life
You kill all who oppose your perfidious might
A religion of conquest born in black light

Our father who art in heaven
Corruption be thy name
You blind your people with lies
False prophet your only gain
Thy kingdom come and be done
Your time is now at an end
The veil is slowly being lifted
Your past you must try to defend

They prey on our children so young and naive
These pedophile bastards they are a disease
They preach about love, or so I am told
But the love that they practice is twisted and cold

En some say the devil is dead gewoon omdat het grappig is :P
The wife she has a hairy thing :lol:

Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead
Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney
More say he rose again, more say he rose again
More say he rose again and joined the British Army

Feed the pigs and milk the cow, and milk the cow, and milk the cow
Feed the pigs and milk the cow, early in the morning
Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, Paddy dear I'm over here
Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, it's time to stop your yawning

Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead
Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney
More say he rose again, more say he rose again
More say he rose again and joined the British Army

Katie she is tall and thin, she's tall and thin, and tall and thin
Katie she is tall and thin, and like her drops of brandy
Drinks it in the bed each night, drinks it in the bed each night
Drinks it in the bed each night, it makes her nice and randy

Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead
Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney
More say he rose again, more say he rose again
More say he rose again and joined the British Army

The wife she has the hairy thing, a hairy thing, a hairy thing
The wife she has the hairy thing, she showed it to me on Sunday
She bought it in the furrier's shop, bought it in the furrier's shop
She bought it in the furriers's shop, it's going back on Monday

Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead
Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney
More say he rose again, more say he rose again
More say he rose again and joined the British Army

My one's over six feet tall, six feet tall, six feet tall
My one's over six feet tall, she likes the sugar candy
Goes to bed at six o'clock, goes to bed at six o'clock
Goes to bed at six o'clock, she's lazy, fat and dandy

Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead
Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney
More say he rose again, more say he rose again
More say he rose again and joined the British Army
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heh van 'Some say the devil is dead' heb ik vorig jaar ons kampliedje kunnen maken :lol: is wel eens leuk om uw gastjes mee uit bed te donderen ;)
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Ensiferum - Slayer Of Light
(het verwondert mij dat deze nog niet gepost zijn :s)

I have come to unfold your mind
In my veins runs the poison wild
In the streams of mountains I flow
I have opened the doors for unleashed and endless hate
It will burn like the raging green flames
Inside a man dwell secrets so cold

Through the dreadful storms, across the frozen oceans
I have come from the dark lands with sorrow in my hands
The firewind rages in the sky
And my luminious sword hungers for more
I will leave no one alive
For I am the Slayer of Light

I... I will break your will
I... I will crush your faith
I... I will slay your dreams
I will reclaim the stars and I will tear your precious world apart
I will tear it apart

I will pull everything with me under the surface
And all the screams will fade into my dreams
Fall now! Dying light!
I will burn away the ground beneath your feet
And all will be vanished in the darkness
Dying light! Fall now!
And let the night arrive

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Iets wat mij al enige tijd opvalt, Jigsaw, ge zijt de "sword" vergeten in uw signature :P

En nu eens iets anders: Seven Drunken Nights, traditioneel Iers folknummer, de tekst is wel leuk.

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
^\_/
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This is Einkaufswagen. Copy Einkaufswagen into your signature to help him on his way to world domination.
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de Waaslandwolf
Jun 11 2006, 12:02 PM
Iets wat mij al enige tijd opvalt, Jigsaw, ge zijt de "sword" vergeten in uw signature :P

Woops, sorry! Tis geregeld, merci voor et te melden e :P
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Mr. Jigsaw
Jun 11 2006, 12:09 PM
de Waaslandwolf
Jun 11 2006, 12:02 PM
Iets wat mij al enige tijd opvalt, Jigsaw, ge zijt de "sword" vergeten in uw signature  :P

Woops, sorry! Tis geregeld, merci voor et te melden e :P

het is trouwens ook 'luminous' en niet 'luminious' :P
<a href="http://www.last.fm/user/Delluminate/?chartstyle=TheDarkTen"><img src="http://imagegen.last.fm/TheDarkTen/recenttracks/Delluminate.gif" border="0" /></a>

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Jun 11 2006, 01:54 PM
Mr. Jigsaw
Jun 11 2006, 12:09 PM
de Waaslandwolf
Jun 11 2006, 12:02 PM
Iets wat mij al enige tijd opvalt, Jigsaw, ge zijt de "sword" vergeten in uw signature  :P

Woops, sorry! Tis geregeld, merci voor et te melden e :P

het is trouwens ook 'luminous' en niet 'luminious' :P

Ja, ik dacht da ook, ma volgens darklyrics ist 'luminious' :unsure:
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Woke up to another day in this hellhole. My mind fucks up my soul.
Sitting in this rubber cell of mine with nothing sharp whatsoever.
But the mind is as good as any knife that cuts to the bone.
I am a divine interception.
Cut as deep as my everlasting pain. Blood flowing.
This crappy human medicine wont cure me. I am immune to it.
My great salvation lies within this suicidal mind of mine.
Join me in this wicked state of suicide.
Do you feel like cutting your wrist?
Do you have the feeling that you want to butcher somebody?
Do you want to see blood and deep scar wounds.
Do you want to die or have a near death experience.
Then try my cure.
Take a bottle of Absinthe and a handfull of razorblades.
Empty the bottle and I promise you will wake up with either
Stab wounds or another persons blood all over you
You scum! Kill yourself!!!

:D best wel grappige tekst, vooral het laatste stuk :D

het is dus Chapter III van de band met de oh zo geweldige naam "Make A Change... Kill Yourself"
Al zijn teksten komen op hetzelfde neer... Maar ondanks de ietwat idiote naam en teksten is het wel geweldige muziek.
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Devourment - Postmortal Coprophagia

[Lyrics By: Ruben Rosas]

Claiming my next victim for a filthy feast
Nauseating hunger for human feces
These lesion ridden cunts mean nothing to me
But their bowels possess the key to my nourishment
Unhealthy hunger escalating from the stench fortified fudge packed full of
nutrients
Sexually abusing nursing home patients as they shit themselves I gorge on
the caustic mess
Violently consuming shit

Pulverizing my fist in your fuckin' face
Postmortally I feast on the wastes of the fuckin' elderly
Crusty fuckin' filthy beings, consuming their contaminants
undying love for the blackened fluids of stiffs boiling blood and brains of
my victims bleed.

Necrocopromaniac, pestilential being
The sight of feces rockets me into a fuckin' frenzy
Haemorrhoidal veins rupture slick secretions
upon my tongue, sanguinary analingus
sucking on their cunts till they burst
How I love it when they bleed on me
Fist fucking diseased anal cavities
plunging blades into their skin till they've died
skin desclamates and slips right the fuck off of your bones
feeling no regard for the lives of these handicapped fucks
these hundred year old pigs produce my reward, their bodily wastes
Killing is what keeps me sane
so I think ill just rip your fucking head clean off
Coprophagia
I kill motherfuckers everyday
let these hordes of dead fucks unite
To mutilate the human species,
I take pride in killing nothing will ever stop me
from fucking murdering upheaving these human stockpiles of brown sediment
extremely aroused by the sight of fucking pain masturbating feverishly to
the rhythm of their prayers
cumming on their infected bed sores
rectally bleeding I sodomize the elderly
spewing rapidly a bed pan bon-appetite
despoiling, despoilment
raping these elderly pieces of shit
while slobbering sewage how sweet it is
toothless and sick swallowing cum
my blistering pecker seeps

plunging my vile uncircumcised dick enter the Alzheimer's wound
now my dicks wrapped with disease what the fuck???
my cock now bleeds haemorrhaging,
blood drips on my feet sticking to your encrusted sheets wallowing in pools
of steaming shit
inhaling the stench of filthiness bleed for me terrorizing me
the elderly have turned against me slowly they creep to me
like filthy zombies old bitches sliding sewing needles in my dick
scraping at my bowels
smearing shit on their dirty clits chewing on my filthy meat within
lacerating every inch of my flesh
bleeding slow, my body bloats
pulverizing their fists in my fuckin' face

:P
i sent obi the green smilies

i am the bouncing green smiley god :P
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The County Medical Examiners - Algor Mortis: The Linear Rate of Cadaveric Cooling

Ravaged, torn, and punctured—the carcass oozes from multiple wounds
Avulsed and sliced, the dermis weeps pus and purge fluid with clear, viscous goo
Prior to the initial incision, before my scalpel is baptized bloody wet
We determine the postmortem interval using a simple algebraic formula for death…
A direct body core temperature measurement, postmortemly taken, is the order of the day
The corpse is lifted on its side and a slit in its pants is cut in the most delicate way
Lacerations leak wasted heat and fluid, as the body cools in a predictable manner
My assistant lubricates the thermo-couple probe, a massive 12-inch long chemical thermometer…
…Freezing hold…
…Corpse gone cold…
…Cooling blood…
…An icy flood…
…The body a husk; its innards are spilt…
…This ferocious anal probing causes no guilt…
…A facet of my profession, this duty I’ve sworn…
…I stab forth the thermometer as the anus is torn…
Environmental conditions of the crime scene are meticulously recorded
And the room temperature of the dissection room is dubiously noted
The core temperature of the carcass plummets through means of convection
Physical science triumphs over life as heat escapes through radiation…
Moritz’s formula is the rule of thumb from which I can derive:
“98.6°F – rectal temperature ÷ 1.5”
This equation produces the time of death, though nothing is quite this ideal
Whether oral, rectal, brain or liver, I shall monitor the temperature with the greatest zeal…
This gelid method of detection has a cold-bloodedly frigid appeal
Observe the sanguine-streaked suppuration chill, pool, and congeal
Witness my barbarous severe intubation with unsanitized tools
Truculently sodomizing corps-icles, making purple raw recta drool...
…Freezing hold…
…Corpse gone cold…
…Cooling blood…
…An icy flood…
…Postmortem interval, the mystery at hand…
…Thrusting the probe past the prostate gland…
…The carcass is conquered by deaths cold will…
…Not even bactericidal rot can thwart its chill…


jaja, via liedjes leren hoe je kan berekenen hoe lang iemand al dood is, is eens iets anders dan boeken :P
een van die mannen werkt in een mortuarium en is ondertussen al 60 jaar oud.
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Elexorien - Dryads & trolls (omdat er een verhaal inzit :))

(Lindalë, Elven minstrel of Athelorn)
“O hear ye! Fair folk!
Gather ‘round
And listen to my song
A fairytale of
Sylvan Dreams
And Trolls, mighty and strong

An
ancient story written
In the leaves of every tree
Of
Dryadfolk and magic oaks
That set the forest free

And so the tale begins
In the snowy woods of Athelorn
On a cold and misty wintermorning

When the Dryads
of the North
Heard a warning from the trees
And they
started to sing...”

(The Elder Oak)
Listen now,
Dryad folk
This here is the Elder Oak
Something’s
prowling through our most beloved woods tonight

Trolls are coming, they are near
The trees they all
tremble in fear
All my branches warn me and tell me you
must hide

(Dryads)
O Mother of the Woods, there
must be something we can do
Although we heed your warning,
know that we are not alone
We shall sing for the aid of our
allies, Pixies, Sylphs and Elves
And Nymphs will come and
turn the Trolls to stone

Singing for the dawn in the
forest of the Dryads
At the coming nightfall we shall dance
along the trees
Messengers of green, sentinels of
woodland
Bound to our magical oaks eternally
But
forever we’re free

(Trolls)
Bashing and ramming
our way through the trees
Slaying and eating all creatures
we see
Nothing can stop us from doing as we please
Masters of the wild, the Trollish way to be

Rage,
hunger, bloodlust and hate
Must find food before it’s too
late
Frenzied beserkers, havoc we create
Rending your
flesh apart, TROLL-BAIT!!

(Nymphs)
My sisters,
oh do not despair
The Sylvan League has come to aid
In
the name of the Goddess of the Woods
The Dryad Grove will
remain

(Trolls)
What is this puny creature, this
useless waste of space
Annoying little treefolk called the
Dryad race
Listen tiny buggers, you shall be our food
And all your magic treasure will be ours to loot

(Nymphs)
Turn to stone !!

(Dryads)
Singing for the dawn in the forest of the Dryads
At the
coming nightfall we shall dance along the trees
Messengers
of green, sentinels of woodland
Bound to our magical oaks
eternally
But forever we’re...

Singing for the
dawn in the forest of the Dryads
At the coming nightfall we
shall dance along the trees
Messengers of green, sentinels
of woodland
Bound to our magical oaks eternally
But
forever we’re free
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Nederlandstalige doom lyrics van Tapetum Lucidum (waar blijft die tweede demo? sigh)

Tapetum Lucidum - Web Van Vergankelijkheid

Donkere wolken verduisteren mijn gedachten
Onderhuids woekert het verval
Herinneringen aan vroegere tijden
Gaandeweg macht en jeugd vervlogen
Alles in het leven is gedoemd te verdwijnen
Met de ketting van het verval geketend

Dromen van een toekomst verloren
Door de tijd voorbij gelopen
Alle kennis een leven lang vergaard
Gaat nu weer verloren
De reden van het bestaan tot waas vervaagd

Gedachten die het daglicht schuwen keren weer
Als plaaggeesten in duistere nevels gehuld
Gevangene van de ijskoude kerker die ooit mijn ziel was
Waar nu slechts schaduwen van mijn haat huizen
Als spookachtige gedaantes
Dansend in de mist van het geheugen, van mijn geheugen

De langzaam afnemende levenskracht
Mijn uur is nu gekomen het leven is verlopen
Al mijn dromen zijn in het moeras des levens vergaan
De zin van dit bestaan is me ontgaan
Gevangen in een web van vergankelijkheid

Tapetum Lucidum - Uit De Schaduwen Verrezen

De storm des levens raast onverminderd door
Over het pad naar verdoemenis
IJzige winden waaien door de duistere hoeken van mijn ziel
Gevoelens doelloos als monumenten uit lang vervlogen tijden
Herinnerend aan de glorie die eens was en nu is vergaan
Mijn jeugd voor eeuwig verloren
Tussen de ruïnes van mijn koninkrijk
Door de tand des tijd verscheurd
Zal ik voor eeuwig rouwen voor alles wat is verloren
In de vlammen van de tijd tot stof verteerd

Aanschouw de kracht van mijn geest...

Sterker dan ooit uit de as weergekeerd...

Terwijl het theater des levens verder speelt
Naar zijn trieste einde
Machteloos werd ik een toeschouwer van mijn eigen lot
Verkilde emoties drijvend als ijsbergen in een oceaan van herinneringen
Op de drempel naar eeuwigheid machtiger dan ooit uit de schaduwen verrezen
Uit De Schaduwen Verrezen

Waarom zijn er maar zo weinig nederlandstalige doom bands? Buiten Wanhoop (die ik dan nog niet graag hoor) zijn er naar mijn weten geen ......
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Wehrwolfe
Aug 13 2006, 09:03 AM
Nederlandstalige doom lyrics van Tapetum Lucidum (waar blijft die tweede demo? sigh)


ze zijn eraan aant werken, en het kan zelfs een full length worden ^^ (kheb af en toe contact met de keyboard man)
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