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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 5 2005, 09:04 PM (1,450 Views) | |
| Obi | Sep 10 2005, 09:21 PM Post #21 |
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Hail To The Admin Baby
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danku schat
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| Mephisto | Sep 17 2005, 12:31 AM Post #22 |
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Metal Demon
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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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| The Happy Forest | Sep 17 2005, 09:39 AM Post #23 |
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Bloed nuchter gvd
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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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| Mephisto | Feb 16 2006, 10:49 PM Post #24 |
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Metal Demon
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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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| Folkhoer | Feb 16 2006, 11:21 PM Post #25 |
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Metal God
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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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| Mr. Jigsaw | Feb 17 2006, 09:24 PM Post #26 |
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The Happy Little Boozer
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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 | Feb 22 2006, 07:42 PM Post #27 |
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Metal Freak
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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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| Folkhoer | Jun 8 2006, 05:45 PM Post #28 |
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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" 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 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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| Tuatha | Jun 8 2006, 05:59 PM Post #29 |
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Metal Freak
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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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| Mr. Jigsaw | Jun 11 2006, 11:53 AM Post #30 |
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The Happy Little Boozer
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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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| de Waaslandwolf | Jun 11 2006, 12:02 PM Post #31 |
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Iets wat mij al enige tijd opvalt, Jigsaw, ge zijt de "sword" vergeten in uw signature
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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^\_/ .O.o This is Einkaufswagen. Copy Einkaufswagen into your signature to help him on his way to world domination. | |
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| Mr. Jigsaw | Jun 11 2006, 12:09 PM Post #32 |
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The Happy Little Boozer
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Woops, sorry! Tis geregeld, merci voor et te melden e
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| Antediluvian | Jun 11 2006, 01:54 PM Post #33 |
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Imba-stok.
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het is trouwens ook 'luminous' en niet 'luminious'
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| Mr. Jigsaw | Jun 11 2006, 03:25 PM Post #34 |
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The Happy Little Boozer
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Ja, ik dacht da ook, ma volgens darklyrics ist 'luminious'
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| Obi | Jun 11 2006, 04:05 PM Post #35 |
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Hail To The Admin Baby
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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!!! best wel grappige tekst, vooral het laatste stuk
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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| MaDmANScratch | Jul 12 2006, 01:37 PM Post #36 |
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Master of the rusty spoon
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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
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i sent obi the green smilies i am the bouncing green smiley god
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| The One | Jul 12 2006, 04:22 PM Post #37 |
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Metal God
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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 een van die mannen werkt in een mortuarium en is ondertussen al 60 jaar oud. |
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| Folkhoer | Jul 19 2006, 10:08 PM Post #38 |
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Metal God
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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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| Wehrwolfe | Aug 13 2006, 08:03 AM Post #39 |
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Metal God
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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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Last.fm Better to rein in Hell, than serve in Heaven.
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| Obi | Aug 13 2006, 01:35 PM Post #40 |
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Hail To The Admin Baby
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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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