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Έτσι. \m/
Reborn Or Despair όμως.
Και όλο το booklet να αντιγράφαμε, εντάξει θα ήμασταν...Quote:
Originally Posted by VirusXI
Darkthrone - Paragon Belial
I lay Enshrined
Contaminated Time Warp
My Flesh Yearns
For the Tombworld
My soul like layers of Frost
Simulating a Spectre Shadow
Frozen in Time and Space
I was Hacked out of Ice
Faded am I, behind a wall of consciousness
Still feeling a different World
Surrounding Me
Chilling Voices fill my head -
I Open My Eyes;
The Boiling Sea Beneath
The Castle of Faust
Belial finally Comes Forth:
"The Ancient White light writings
were just lying men and their Pens
You are the same, only in Black.
Return with the knowledge
of making your own god"
Dreamking of the Tombworld:
I Enter Into an Eternal Oath
Creating my Paragon Belial
(αφιερωμένο στο σύμπο :P. αν κ αυτό το album μπορεί να μπει όλο εδώ άνετα, διάλεξα αυτό που μάλλον μ' αρέσει περισσότερο)
pame gia saloniki
pame ki emeis ekei
na deis pou exoun steki
gorgones kai theoi
Eίδα ένα κόσμο να γκρεμίζεται μπροστά μου
είδα να γίνεται γιαπί η γειτονιά μου
για το καλό μου
Eίδα τα δέντρα που σκαρφάλωνα κομμένα
σε φορτηγό τα όνειρά μου φορτωμένα
για το καλό μου
Eίδα το δάσκαλο να με χτυπάει με ζήλο
είδα τα χέρια μου πρησμένα από το ξύλο
είδα τα νεύρα μου σιγά σιγά να σπάνε
με καλοσύνη και στοργή να με χτυπάνε
Για το καλό μου για το καλό μου
ώσπου δεν άντεξε στο τέλος το μυαλό μου
πήρε ανάποδες στροφές για το καλό μου
και είμαι στο θάλαμο εννιά για το καλό μου
στην ηρεμία για να βρω τον εαυτό μου
Eίδα να κόβουν τη μπουκιά για την μπουκιά μου
ρούχα να φτιάχνουν απ' τα ρούχα τα παλιά μου
για το καλό μου
Eίδα τη μάνα μου να κλαίει απελπισμένα
είδα το γέρο μου να φεύγει για τα ξένα
για το καλό μου
Eίδα τους φίλους μου να σκίζονται για μένα
είδα να θέλουν να ξεκόψω από σένα
είδα χαράματα να με τραβάν στο τμήμα
για να γλιτώσω το κελί να πω το ποίημα
Για το καλό μου για το καλό μου
ώσπου δεν άντεξε στο τέλος το μυαλό μου
πήρε ανάποδες στροφές για το καλό μου
και είμαι στο θάλαμο εννιά για το καλό μου
στην ηρεμία για να βρω τον εαυτό μου
Για το καλό μου για το καλό μου
έχει μουδιάσει το κορμί και το μυαλό μου
ενέσεις χάπια ηλεκτροσόκ για το καλό μου
σήμερα πήρανε νεκρό τον διπλανό μου
ενώ παλεύω για να βρω τον εαυτό μου
κι έχω κρυμμένο το σουγιά για το καλό μου
etsi gia na vlepoume pws o miliokas kai o kathe miliokas exei kati na pei
mention this to me
mention something mention
anything
and watch the weather change.
Σαν βγω απ' αυτή τη φυλακή κανείς δε θα με περιμένει
οι δρόμοι θα 'ναι αδειανοί κι η πολιτεία μου πιο ξένη
τα καφενεία όλα κλειστά κι οι φίλοι μου ξενιτεμένοι
αέρας θα με παρασέρνει σαν βγω απ' αυτή τη φυλακή
Κι ο ήλιος θ' αποκοιμηθεί μες στα ερείπια της Ολύνθου
θα μοιάζουν πράγματα του μύθου οι φίλοι μου και οι εχθροί
μαρμαρωμένοι θα σταθούν οι ρήτορες κι οι λωποδύτες
ζητιάνοι εταίρες και προφήτες μαρμαρωμένοι θα σταθούν
Μπροστά στην πύλη θα σταθώ με τις κουβέρτες στη μασχάλη
κι αργοκουνώντας το κεφάλι θα χαιρετήσω το φρουρό
χωρίς βουλή χωρίς Θεό σαν βασιλιάς σ' αρχαίο δράμα
θα πω τη λέξη και το γράμμα μπροστά στην πύλη θα σταθώ .
Allos theoc ki aFtos :PQuote:
Originally Posted by AngelOfSorrow
http://www.electricrequiem.com/viewtopi ... t=miliokas
Σε πάω ε.Quote:
Originally Posted by UmbilicalResidue
Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide.
I'll take it by your side.
Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide.
I'll take it by your side.
Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies.
I'll take it by your side.
Oversaturation curls the skin and tans the hide.
I'll take it by your side.
tick - tick - tick - tick - tick - tock
I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen,
I seem to lose the power of speech,
Your slipping slowly from my reach.
You grow me like an evergreen,
You never see the lonely me at all
I...
Take the plan, spin it sideways.
I...
Fall.
Without you, I'm Nothing.
Without you, I'm nothing.
Without you, I'm nothing.
Take the plan, spin it sideways.
Without you, I'm nothing at all.
Me Bowie e. :cry:
Sunn0)))
MY WALL
And I do walk upon Wan’s Dyke
And I do survey the land
And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands╔
For I am Wodan,
Though, some call me Hermes,
Some call me Roman Mercury,
God of cargos,
God of weather,
Hanging God of boundaries,
Hanging God of Gibbet Hill
Killing God of hidden doorways.
Spinning the yarn from Wansdyke to Silbury
Spinning the taelbook, telling the tale
Telling the tellbook to all and sundry
Keltiberians and Irish Gael
Then I hear camp followers bellow afar
Their shrieking lament for Johnny Guitar:
“Look to the farthest far horizon
Look to the bloodlust deepest scar
Look to the scattering Brythonic uprising
For this be the wall of Johnny Guitar
There be the ditch that you shall die in
Here be the wall that I shall cry on
Ditch dug with antler and ox bone shovel
This rising wall that shades our ancient hovel.”
Look to the north a quick mile yonder
Look to our Yggdrasilbury
Look to the Saxon chasing Viking
Look to the Norman chasing Saxon
Look to the German chasing German
German German German German
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
“Play your gloom axe Stephen O’Malley
Sub bass clinging to the sides of the valley
Sub bass ringing in each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom.”
To rage in sound this valiant despair
Doom and gloom as each a splendid pair
To rage in sound the valiant despair:
Not Abraham,
Not Moses
And not Christ
Neither Jove to whom we sacrificed,
Not Attis
Not Mohammed,
But to hilltop Thor
We rave and dance and weep and we implore:
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don’t blame the messenger,
Don’t blame the messenger,
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don’t blame the messenger.
Don’t blame the messenger,
For I am Death so Ragnarock with me
For I am Doom so Ragnarock with me.
And I stood upon Wan’s Dyke
And I did survey the land
And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands...
And then I was King Vikar with his arms outstretched
And then I was King Vikar with his broken neck
And then I was the villain and the victim and the priest
Was grim misunderstanding and was grim as death itself
My Wall My Wall caught in the thrall of my Wall
My Wall My Wall caught beneath the thrall of my Wall.
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Play your gloom axe Stephen O’Malley
Sub bass ringing the sides of the valley
Sub bass climbing up each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom.
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Mothers to your bosoms,
Grab your child and sing,
As to your breasts cascade and sing:
Brothers and fathers,
Down to the thing in the middle of the town
To judge at the thing
These the effeminate priests of Frey
That don their drag
And shriek through the day
That drag their God through the muddiest fields
Spilling seed to raise the yields
These the odd castrated womb-men
On this onerous land of no men
There the infernal priestess of Freyja,
These her people layer on layer
Then the infernal priestess of Freyja
Visiting the farms
The seething seer
Visiting the farms
And rarely leaving
Mounting the tumulus
The people grieving
Dodens doddering dead and dying.
Hear the modest priests of Ing
Who’s harkening always let us sing
That let’s us free our tightest waistband
Let’s us fertilise our own land
Spunked entire nations from one phallus
Spunked the vegetation into being
Spilled the super seed into the one day superceded earth.
Old Mother Fucker
She was a cocksucker
To give her poor family a home
Went down on their ding song
And drank for a sing song
But ended her sad life alone.
Around the church in Yatesbury the dead
Lie scattered underneath the sacred yew
As Sheila the Witch attending Sunday prayer
Praises a God but never tells them who
And from my Wall observing Sheila the Witch
Praises her God but never explaining which.
And every Monday night by the light of Moon
Those Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the bad heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the bad heavy metal of the heathen bells
And Doggen can testify to my claim
That the Christians of Yatesbury are Christian in name
But their stomping pounding actions attest
To their Christianity happiest at rest
And Doggen who played at the John Stewart Hall
Can attest that its keeper is the heathenest of all
Is a shapeshifter tending to her hogweed hidden
And her dear Paul wallows in the village pond nay midden
For all of us are boundaried by Wan’s Dyke at the west
And the great world hill which spies us and can never let us rest
Bringing on Iranian Mithra
From its home beneath the east
Caught always in the thrall of my Wall
Caught always in the thrall of my Wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Play your gloom axe Stephen O’Malley
Sub bass ringing the sides of the valley
Sub bass climbing up each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom...
Don’t blame the messenger of gloom,
Don’t blame the messenger of doom,
For this be the Ragmarockingest aeion
In stillness O’Malley and Anderson play on... play on... play on...
[julianCOPE]
P.S.(thx Carlmikaze)
Gently hold our heads
gently hold our heads on high
Aimless time in fear new hide
overthrow the plan
confusion lies in all my words
mad is the soul
We barricade ourselves in holes of temperament
this is the dawning of a new age
A heart that beats the wrong way
insanity's crescendo
Windcolour - second sight
a touch of silence and the violence of dark
Illusion span - the aroma of time
shadowlife and the scent of nothingness
Infinite fall of instinct
order of one spells deceit
Infinite lack of trust
order of one obsolete
Oh escaping time is all we lost ahead?
When it's found, can judgement make amends?
From force-fed impressions
let us mortify the mind
each soul to violate
each instinct to be rendered false
Torn asunder be the conventional forms and frames
now for the blood of heaven
Unlearn and the cleansing comes
Felt a tremor in the pillars of the senses
Cursed victim of a distance near
The first dream - the clearest vision
Aimlessly steer towards our night
we belong to thee
Oh dearest bliss, unnerving silence
entangled within
Dimly begotten in clarity found
virginlike tears for impurity bound
Beseech be who darken the stars and the sky
to greet now this vision an emerald dawn
Empty the sun - carve out the wind
Insanity's crescendo
tear out the blinded eye
Lament of thunder - take comfort in fear
lightning veins in crude exterior
Voice the oppression - voice the hypocrisy
lay down the law that made instinct fall
Escape now and revert
this cleansing rebirth
torn asunder be
Affect me not: darkened vision
insanity's crescendo
Grimly tread the footsteps torn
rebellious stand the seeker tall
The thorn of insanity's hand
take this darkened vision from my sight
Nailed to the image of idnorance
Each soul to violate
for the blood of heaven
:worship:
I'm praying, she's saying,
No reason for me to disguise.
Love's waiting, but I'm taking.
So sorry, I tell no lies.
No lies,
Tell me no more lies.
No lies,
Tell me no more lies.
No lies.
ANATRIXIASTIKO re gmt. Savvopoulos .-Quote:
Originally Posted by UmbilicalResidue
