ΣΤΙΧΟΙ ΠΟΥ ΣΑΣ ΕΚΦΡΑΖΟΥΝ

T.S. Elliot - The hollow men
(μερικά Αποσπάσματα)

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends

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Is it like this
In deathʼs other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone

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Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to deathʼs other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

gehenna- The Dead

Laughter
Like thunder from the sky
Attacked by all armies
Deprived of their lives
Vengeance
Spawned by their hatred
Twice as pure as blood
Now more than ever before

We saw death
Cried out for more
the planet stood still
Machines were at war

Out of the ashes
We have created this image
Of superior beings
Alternating our existance

Breed as we die
This fanatic illusion
Spinning out of control
We died ages ago

Darkthrone - Stylized Corpse

Walk around, like royalty
Just a stylized corpse
Life has reached the end
On the inside

Proud of what you have "achieved"
You'll soon see the truth, I'll show you
Grabbing my tools, I firmly believe
I'm your saviour and icon

Chain you to the wall
Blowtorch literally open your eyes
You feel superior now?
All you can do, is imagine my world
Let the chipmunks feast on your heart

Oh, this luxury life
All the juices of lies
Doesn't smell like a bowl of fruit
But I am strong and brute

Send you back among the dead
No one will see that you're born again
I'm your saviour, and I made your day
Sleeping in a pool of human debris

behexen-Night Of The Blasphemy

The rite of black mass. Deep in the dark forest.
Goats face in the ground. Surrounded by the congregation of darkness.
Nocturnal prayer for the mighty lord open this infernal night.

The circle of pentagram closes us inside.
Shielded we are under satans black wings.
It's the force of the dark side.
Children of the night we are hiding in the black fog.

We invoke the dark lord.
From the beast we pray the christians death.
Goathorns rised up. The blood and corpse of the christian desecrated,
we close ourselves in satanic mass...

Hail Satanas
Ave Satanas
Honestus Satanas
Regie Satanas

The rite of black mass. Deep in the dark forest.
Goats face in the ground. Surrounded by the congregation of darkness.
Nocturnal prayer for the mighty lord open this infernal night.

Tsjuder - Eriphion Epistates

Come morbid death
May the shadows forever be
Scorched in the face of
The Desolate earth

Lightning races across the sky
Fire rains from above
We feast upon the decay
Of The lords creation

Eriphion Epistates

Dark clouds approach
The green forest witchers
As the black wind
Hurs towards its goal

Lightning races across the sky
Fire rains from above
We feast upon the decay
Of The lords creation

Awaken all men
Held yours eyes open
And behold the eyes
Of the Deamon Lord
And the Wind of Death
Destroys you all

watain-Kiss Of Death

Though manmade, of terrestrial birth
I've always walked upon this earth
A stranger searching the unknown
For that distant place that is my home
Oft I watched without affright
The stern magnificence of night
By moonless skies and beasts denied
Bewitched am I, and wanting

A yearning beyond form
A call without sound
Enter ye pale lord of silence

With passion I have come to loathe
This globous sty of vain misgrowth
Where man amass in nauseous mound
Flesh 'pon death 'pon flesh abound
So come!
Reap!

Kiss of Death!
Lips envenomed
Devil's breath
Beneath mistletoe sharpened we shall meet
A unit to extinguish the failure of the primordial touch
The kiss of death

My love shall last 'til death do me part
For thee, ye children of my heart
Ye glass of swiftly running sand
Ye harvester, ye cold white hand
The yearning has been with me always
To tread inside your timeless hallways
To know thy scent and taste thy flavour
To sense thy grasp, oh reaping saviour

Shapes without form
Voices without sound
Enter ye pale lord of sorrow

Kiss of death
Lips envenomed
Devil's breath
Beneath the waning crescent, we shall meet
Eager and fearless shall I receive the final touch
The kiss of death!
Of death

mayhem-Deathcrush

Demonic laughter your cremation
Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood
A sudden crack as I crushed your skull

The remind of your life flashes by
A life that soon won't be
Smiling with axe in my hand
Evil's rotten hand you'll see

I come forward
Deathcrush

I'll send you to your maker
I'll send you to your death

Death nicely crucified
Death, heads on stakes

The barbeque has just begun
Deathcrush - Deathcrush - Deathcrush

Crush - Crush
Deathcrush
Deathcrush
Deathcrush

1349-9. At The Gate...
Guided by the flame,
An image branded in your vision,
The infinite infernal incarnation,
Burning like acid in your mind.

Filling your eyes with absolute darkness,
Guiding your mind to envision,
Nothing more to be hidden,
In this darkness you can truly see...

Descending into the deep,
Consumed by the darkness,
Witnessing with awe,
The view that enfolds.

ondskapt-Beast Of Death

Beast of death, thy dreaded return
We walk the bridge of death
We now see the bonestorm closing in upon us
The remains of endless cemeteries,
In which we see thy ever so supreme being

Within murder he is present
In rape he is there
Through corruption he works
Through his will I shall serve

To witness the beast is to be reborn in to another time and age
Many cycles of time an d souls have thou taken
Centuries through out of time from the weakness of mankind
Through Thy hunger everlasting

Για να αναψω τα αιματα, θα πω στιχους του Ασιμου (που αρεσει σε αρκετους εδω μεσα):

"σου στέλνω μήνυμα μ' ένα ταμ ταμ, να μαγειρεύεις με βιτάμ
κι ήσουνα γόησσα κι έκανες μπαμ, κι εγώ σε ψάχνω στο χαμάμ
φεύγω να πάω να βρω στο Μπανκόγκ, τον σύντροφό μου τον Κιγκ-Κογκ
μες στο μυαλό μου βαράνε τα γκόγκ, μοιάζω με μπάλα του πιγκ-πογκ"

Δε θέλω φως μου κόσμο, στα χείλη μου έχω δυόσμο.
Το 'χω παράπονο, πάρε μου, ζήτα μου, της λησμονιάς σαΐτα μου,...."


''Χούλα χουπ, μωρό μου, χούλα χουπ, σου λέω, σκούπισε τα μάτια σου μην κλαις,...''


Μωρό μου sorry μα έχω βρει καλύτερο αγόρι, κι εδώ τελειώνει το δικό μας story,...''


Και ένα ολάκερο τραγούδι που τρελαίνομε να το διαβάζω και να το τραγουδάω όταν έχω ακεφιές!!!


Αρκούδες

Ο ουρανός, ο ουρανός, βρέχει αρκούδες
Που κάνουν τούμπες και κατεβαίνουν σαν πεταλούδες
Ο κόσμος τρέχει ξετρελαμένος απ’ τη τρομάρα
Τρέμουνε όλοι και ξεφωνίζουν απ’ τη λαχτάρα

Μα οι αρκούδες που κατεβαίνουν
που κατεβαίνουν σαν πεταλούδες
στη γη καθίζουν, χαμογελάνε
χαμογελάνε και τρώνε φλούδες

Κι εσύ που τρως το φαγητό σου αποχαυνωμένος
Κι εσύ π’ αγγίζεις μικρά σημεία ερεθισμένος
Έφτασε η ώρα να βγεις στο δρόμο ξεσπαθωμένος
Έφτασε η ώρα να βγεις στο δρόμο με δράκου μένος

Ήρθαν οι βάρβαροι απ’ την Ασία
Που περιμένεις, κι αν μείνεις μέσα δε προλαβαίνεις
Και θα τη χάσεις μια και για πάντα
Την ευκαιρία να πολεμήσεις με τα θηρία

Γιατί οι αρκούδες μόλις μασήσουν όλες τις φλούδες
Θα ξαναφύγουν πάλι όπως ήρθαν σαν πεταλούδες
Κι εσύ θλιμμένος σ’ ένα κρεβάτι ασβεστωμένος
Θα καυγαδίζεις μικροκαβγάδες, με δράκου μένος
Με δράκου μένος, με δράκου μένος

«Από κορμί είμαι η best
Κι από προσόντα είμαι first
Μ’ αυτό στους άντρες κάνω test
Για να διαλέξω.
Μπες όπως όλοι στη γραμμή
Ασε τα μα, τα μου, τα μη
Πέρνα λοιπόν τη δοκιμή
Και ίσως σε επιλέξω»

sodom-Persecution Mania

Command to Vietnam
Back into the jungles depth
Armed to the teeth
Cold blooded experienced
Mercenary paid to slaughter
Sector madness kill and destroy

Missing captive locked up
In contaminated camps
Only war of liberation
Let them gather fresh hope
Hostile crossfire finished eight lives
Bowels bury me alive
Green hell swallows a silhouette
I could get away

Persecution Mania, driven me mad
Persecution Mania, tremendous dreams
Persecution Mania, getting mentally ill
Persecution Mania, alarmed about my life

There are traps behind every line
The combat zone in trench and fire
I know the danger every step
The nerve gas falls in black and white
But slowly I near my destination
Lost is our war to do justice
The brothers of people shot and died
Persecution mania takes away my life

Persecution Mania, driven me mad
Persecution Mania, tremendous dreams
Persecution Mania, getting mentally ill
Persecution Mania, alarmed about my life

Something fierce
Something evil
Circles in the air
ναι αυτο εδω με εκφραζει απολυτα εδω που τα λεμε!

χόρεψε μωρό μου...

Ακολουθεί το καλύτερο!!!

η ιστορία γενικά περιγράφει έναν απατημένο σύζυγο όπου στην αρχή απειλεί:
«θα φέρω τη βενζίνη
κι αναλαμβάνω την ευθύνη.»

«την είχα άχτι, την είχα άχτι,
τώρα την έχω μόνο σε στάχτη,
μέσα στο τσίγκινο κουτί,
που φύλαγε τα μπικουτί..»

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Nightmare111

Ακολουθεί το καλύτερο!!!
η ιστορία γενικά περιγράφει έναν απατημένο σύζυγο όπου στην αρχή απειλεί:
«θα φέρω τη βενζίνη
κι αναλαμβάνω την ευθύνη.»
«την είχα άχτι, την είχα άχτι,
τώρα την έχω μόνο σε στάχτη,
μέσα στο τσίγκινο κουτί,
που φύλαγε τα μπικουτί..»

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ωραιος!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

darkthrone-1. Transilvanian Hunger

Transilvanian Hunger...cold..soul
Your hands are cruel...to haunt..to haunt

the mountains are cold...soul...soul...
careful..pale...forever at Night

Take me...can't you feel the Call
Embrace Me Eternally in your daylight slumber

To be Draped by the Shadow of your Morbid Palace
oh, Hate Living...The only heat is warm blood

So Pure... So Cold
Transilvanian Hunger

Hail to the True, intense vampires
A story made for Divine fulfillment

To be the ones breathing a Wind of Sorrow
Sorrow and fright the dearest catharsis

Beautiful Evil Self to be the Morbid Count
A part of a Pact that is delightfully immortal
Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire

Transilvanian Hunger...my mountain is cold

So Pure... Evil, Cold
Transilvanian Hunger

Mutiilation - If Those Walls Could Speak

If these walls could speak, they would tell the weird story
Of some secret cursed dynasties, witnesses of the time...
And also crimes and blasphemies suppuring blood and tears...
The unhealthy stench of moist, the aura so dark,
Mesmerizing they lead your soul to blow your life apart
And ask you to stay forever as some others did in the past...
First they all felt under the charm until it consumed their mind
Isolation supports the paranoia, until tragedy came...

At night I can hear the chanting of the dead...
Here is no peace... if these walls could speak...

Domain of flies, spiders and rats, no place for human reign
Even some priest would have changed, revealing the beast inside
From the cursed day they were built, hiding fear and mystery
Evil dwells in these walls, satan possesses the moisted stones
Times stops as you pass the entry, voices call to join them down
As a golden torture chamber, grim but still living on its own
Even gold rusts so close to evil, forles call you to stay
To feed them with new blood, as some others did in the past

Here is no peace.... if these walls could speak...

Fascinated by morbid thoughts, fleshcrawls and fever pulsions
The paradox of ecstasy when sanity extinguishes
Reversed is the cycle of nature, reversed is the cycle of life
A few knew it but all were touched, the plague goes on
Sowing the seeds of discord, leading humans to fratricide
As some icy stone fingers closing on yours destiny
Time doesn't exist anymore, here is no peace
I knew it a time and will never forget this scar...