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We're cold slither
You'll be joining us soon
A band of vipers
playing our tune

With an iron fist
and a reptitle hiss
we shall rule!

We're tired of words
We've heard it before
We're not gonna play the game no more

Don't tell us what's right
Don't tell us what's wrong
Too late to resist
Cause Cobra is strong

We're cold slither
Heavy metal machine
Through the eyes of a lizard
In you will dream

When the venom stings
A new order brings
our control

die9o (dhadis), Thursday, 9 January 2003 20:40 (twenty-three years ago)

"blood on your face
blood from my eye
that's what you fucking get"

ddd, Thursday, 9 January 2003 20:46 (twenty-three years ago)

If you're not into metal, you are not my friend

dog latin (dog latin), Thursday, 9 January 2003 20:51 (twenty-three years ago)

If you consider Cold Slither metal then I'm into metal.

die9o (dhadis), Thursday, 9 January 2003 20:53 (twenty-three years ago)

Heavy Metal is the law that keeps us all united free
A law that shatters earth and hell
Heavy Metal can't be beaten by any dynasty
We're all wizards fightin' with our spell

jel -- (jel), Thursday, 9 January 2003 21:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Theater of Tragedy, 'A Hamlet for a Slothful Vassal' (!!!!)

Behold a jocund morn indeed! -
Sun on high - birds in sky.
Yonder the whist firth eathing,
Fro where a gale erranteth.

Ye beholdest but the shadow.
That is a lie!
Mayhap a tithe of trothplight -
Lief I am not!
I deem - e'er and anon!
My words are but a twist.
Tis a feigned lie through loathing,
I say!
To and fro, save hither,
Is thy love.
A dotard gaffer, I daresay...
Not a loth! -
But vying for my kinsmen!
...a sapling not!
Beautiful tyrant!
Fiend angelical!
Dove-feathered raven!
Wolvish-ravening lamb!
A hamlet for a slothful vassal -
Soothing ale for a parched sot.
Hie to tell me
What ye judgest as naught;
I behold the shadow!
Wherefore call me such names;
Nay imp am I!
Thou art my aghast hart -
Grazing in the glade.

E'er thou sayest aye!
That is a lie!
Thief of a plot!
Lief I am not!
Now go to thy tryst!
My words are but a twist!
Go, leave, totter!
Fare well! - with joy I came,
Until ye dwindlest.
With rue I leave
A morsel, nay more,
Even the orb cannot
For thy journey
Help me melt the ice?!
Hither and thither!

I WIN.

Jordan (Jordan), Thursday, 9 January 2003 21:02 (twenty-three years ago)

Here to paradise they go!
Brighter made is their woe!
As above, so below!

All lines of all metal lyrics ever should end with exclamation points.

nickalicious (nickalicious), Thursday, 9 January 2003 21:14 (twenty-three years ago)

Something by Krokus should really be considered. AC/DC might win anyway.

sundar subramanian (sundar), Thursday, 9 January 2003 21:17 (twenty-three years ago)

I'm upper, upper class high society
God's gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
All the social papers say I've got the biggest balls of all

I've got big balls
I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls,
And she's got big balls,
But we've got the biggest balls of them all!

And my balls are always bouncing
My ballroom always full
And everybody comes and comes again
If your name is on the guest list
No one can take you higher
Everybody says I've got great balls of fire!

I've got big balls
I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls,
And she's got big balls,
But we've got the biggest balls of them all!

Some balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they're held for pleasure,
They're the balls that I like best.
And my balls are always bouncing,
To the left and to the right.
It's my belief that my big balls should be held every night.

I've got big balls
I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls,
And she's got big balls,
But we've got the biggest balls of them all!

And I'm just itching to tell you about them
Oh, we have such wonderful fun
Seafood cocktail
Crabs
Crayfish

Curtis Stephens, Thursday, 9 January 2003 21:26 (twenty-three years ago)

Which raises the age-old question (no, not that question!):

AC/DC: Metal? Or Hard Rock?

hstencil, Thursday, 9 January 2003 21:28 (twenty-three years ago)

Neither, Punk Rock.

Mr. Diamond (diamond), Thursday, 9 January 2003 21:29 (twenty-three years ago)

Revisionist!

hstencil, Thursday, 9 January 2003 21:34 (twenty-three years ago)

EIGHT MILES DEEP THE WELL FORGOTTEN BY MORTALS
OH, I DRANK IT EMPTY IN ONE SINGLE SIP
EIGHT MILES WIDE THE VALLEY BEYOND ALL HOPE
OH, I FILLED THE WHOLE WITH ONE SINGLE FIST
FIVE MILLION CHRISTIANS ON A RIDE TOWARDS US
OH, I SLAUGHTERED THE BUNCH WITH ONE SINGLE HIT (WITH MY SPEAR)
FIVE MILLION WOMEN SO ALONE IN THE NIGHT
OH, I HAD THEM ALL SATISFIED PROFUSELY (EVERY NIGHT BY MYSELF)
TEN THOUSAND TROLLS HARD AS ROCK COLD AS ICE
OH, THEY RAN WHEN I ROSE TO FACE THEM
TEN HUNGRY WAVES THEY SWALLOWED MY SHIP
OH, I STEADILY WALKED HOME (AND I ONLY GOT WET ON MY FEET)
NO SINGLE BOOK WERE BEHELDEN BY ME
OH, NO QUESTION I CANNOT DO ANSWER
ONLY ONE SINGLE LAMP DO SHOW ME THIS WAY
AND THAT IS THE EYE OF SATAN

Siegbran (eofor), Thursday, 9 January 2003 22:53 (twenty-three years ago)

modulistic terror
a vast sadistic feast
the only way to exit
is going piece by piece
you have no choice in life or death
my face you will not see
I'll rip yer flesh till theres no breath
dismembered destiny!!!

chad (chad), Thursday, 9 January 2003 23:25 (twenty-three years ago)

Pyosis mucolysifies malignant mucocoeles
Pustules endocrinating disseminated mortified cells
Flesh punctuated by cancerous pustules
Burning your face with formicating papules

Mucopurulence excretor

Mucopurulent organs digested in sepsis
Mucolysifying, rancidifying as you eat your own cysts
Putrefying your pyorrhoea - infested corpse excretes away
Expelling pyuria and septic goitrous membrane

Siegbran (eofor), Thursday, 9 January 2003 23:29 (twenty-three years ago)

Siegbran, lemme guess ... Carcass? Man, those guys are incredible.

Mr. Diamond (diamond), Thursday, 9 January 2003 23:37 (twenty-three years ago)

that Theater Of Tragedy lyric is astonishing. what does it sound like? are there lutes involved?

Charlie (Charlie), Thursday, 9 January 2003 23:39 (twenty-three years ago)

Indeed, Carcass - although I could've taken any of the 100+ Carcass copycats...

Siegbran (eofor), Thursday, 9 January 2003 23:39 (twenty-three years ago)

Theater of Tragedy were melodic, quite easy-on-the-ears gothic metal with female soprano vocals and growled male vocals, and the usual guitar/bass/drums/synth strings instrumentation. The debut (where the mentioned tune comes from) is a bit patchy, but the second and third albums are excellent if very unoriginal.

Siegbran (eofor), Thursday, 9 January 2003 23:51 (twenty-three years ago)

I've always though the lyrics to "Rip Ride" by Venom (first track on AT WAR WITH SATAN) were pretty hilarious/brilliant.

Run like Hell, in Hell
The deadly race begins
Cyanide, suicide
No prayers or foolish whims
Tonight we'll fight
With glory in our veins
Can't stop us now
Our evil always will reign

The master switch is set
And we must guard the only key
Rip Ride

Satan's speed, our speed
Incarnate pure alive
light up the night
Were living on a wire
We choose you loose
Nobody catches fire
Were free you'll see
We live by our desires

Riding in the air nocturnal
Living free
Rip Ride

Run like Hell, in Hell
The deadly race begins
Cyanide, Suicide
No prayers or foolish whims
Tonight we'll fight
With glory in our veins
Can't stop us now
Our evil always reigns.

The master switch is set
And we must guard the only key
Rip Ride

Alex in NYC (vassifer), Friday, 10 January 2003 01:43 (twenty-three years ago)

To second Siegbran, it's all about Carcass -- forever. "Life is hard as a mortuary technician" = the best line ever written anywhere by anyone.

Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 10 January 2003 02:19 (twenty-three years ago)

(All orthography as per original lyric sheet:)

The Gods Made Heavy Metal And They Saw That It Was Good
They Said To Play It Louder Than Hell
We Promised That We Would
When Losers Say It's Over With You Know That It's A Lie
The Gods Made Heavy Metal And It's...

Douglas (Douglas), Friday, 10 January 2003 02:49 (twenty-three years ago)

Never Gonna Die!!!!!

Douglas (Douglas), Friday, 10 January 2003 02:49 (twenty-three years ago)

"There's a hole in the sky.
Don't ask me why.
Because I don't know."

Evan (Evan), Friday, 10 January 2003 05:29 (twenty-three years ago)

I listened to Theater of Tragedy in my metalhead dayz when their first couple albums came out, thought they were good fun (at least what consisted of fun for me at the time), and stopped listening when their Depeche Mode album 'Aegis' came out (not that it was horrible or anything).

Years later I find out that my goth-industrial loving roommate has a poster up of them, as the male singer has lost the fat and the frilly white shirts and they have become a synth pop band that gets remixed by VNV Nation. You can imagine my shock.

Jordan (Jordan), Friday, 10 January 2003 05:45 (twenty-three years ago)

"Sweet Leaf"

ALRIGHT NOW!!
Won't you listen?

When I first met you, didn't realize
I can't forget you, for your suprize
you introduced me, to my mind
And left me wanting, you and your kind
Oh yeah!

I love you, Oh you know it

My life was empty forever on a down
Until you took me, showed me around
My life is free now, my life is clear
I love you sweet leaf, though you can't hear
Oh yeah!

Come on now, try it out

Straight people don't know, what your about
They put you down and shut you out
you gave to me a new belief
and soon the world will love you sweet leaf
Oh yeah baby!

earlnash, Friday, 10 January 2003 05:50 (twenty-three years ago)

Berserker

gabbneb, Friday, 10 January 2003 08:02 (twenty-three years ago)

We are the road crew!

weatheringdaleson (weatheringdaleson), Friday, 10 January 2003 08:52 (twenty-three years ago)

"Nerve-wrenching frenzy that deranges every joint/ I'm gonna force you at gunpoint/ to eat me alive..."

dave q, Friday, 10 January 2003 10:30 (twenty-three years ago)

In the kitchen
With a screaming triple amputee...
Its completion depends solely
On my needs...
Said amputee's stumps
Are my way of saying... "Thank you
Just for being you."
Its fear tastes better than its limbs.

Terror of morality
I draw from the slowly dying damned
Monsters live behind my eyes;
I let them out and people die.
And all the grave worms
That come for their piece of meat?
I give them dead things..
The wretched living are mine alone

Fright mounts with the body count
To which anthropomancy predicts a decline
In all of God's creation,
Can there be a lifestyle that's better than this?

I mark my territory
With their blood and excritement
And adipocere...
I can find my way in the dark;
My fulfilment is habitually necromanic
And anal abusive..
Seen through the eyes of a mortician

They've "caught" me, as they call it;
My teeth and my semen have betrayed me..
Nevermore!
Tests to gauge my rationale,
The likes of which these feeble minds have
Never seen.

Rorschach blotters,
My responses to which inspire fear...
From my lizard side,
The amoral alien speaks;
"These aren't butterflies,
I see a face I'd like to burn."

Obfuscation
Of the authorities with lies,
And my natur
Alability to charm and be me,
Or whoever they want;
I've known all minds by divine right.

Siegbran (eofor), Friday, 10 January 2003 10:30 (twenty-three years ago)

Cruising for a bruising, I am coming through
No light at the end of the tunnel but that's nothing new

I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too
In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do?

I am a decibel rebel, coming for you!

I am on my way on the highway going down
Nothing can stop me, I am taking this town

I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too
In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do?

I am a decibel rebel, coming for you!

(Decibel riot: Stringburner)

Some think I am an angel in a torn and dirty gown
But most of them will tell you I am meanest one around

I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too
In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do?

I am a decibel rebel, take you for a screw!

Siegbran (eofor), Friday, 10 January 2003 10:32 (twenty-three years ago)

This thread is enough to make you wish that metal dudes had better diction.

Colin Meeder (Mert), Friday, 10 January 2003 11:46 (twenty-three years ago)

iF yoU dO NoT liKe METAL, tHOu aRt gAy.

Barnaby (Barnaby), Friday, 10 January 2003 13:51 (twenty-three years ago)

murder in the front row
crowd begins to bang
and there's blood upon the stage
bang your head against the stage
and metal takes its price
bonded by blood

tony bleach, Friday, 10 January 2003 17:19 (twenty-three years ago)

If you consider Cold Slither metal then I'm into metal.
Zartan and the Dreadnoks 4-evah!!!!!

Lord Custos Omega (Lord Custos Omega), Friday, 10 January 2003 17:33 (twenty-three years ago)

one year passes...
Generals gathered in their masses... just like witches at black masses. Evil minds who plot destruction... scorcerer of death's construction. In the field the bodies burning... as the war machine keeps turning.

Ken Mumper, Sunday, 15 February 2004 16:20 (twenty-two years ago)

Where's John D when we need him?

Ned Raggett (Ned), Sunday, 15 February 2004 16:24 (twenty-two years ago)

You'll die as you lived in a flash of the blade
In a corner forgot by no one
You live for the touch, for the feel of the steel
One man and his honor

roger adultery (roger adultery), Sunday, 15 February 2004 16:31 (twenty-two years ago)

Lay down your soul to the gods rock and roll!

latebloomer (latebloomer), Sunday, 15 February 2004 17:53 (twenty-two years ago)

We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment,
We are choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside
This holy reality, this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in

This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.

Alive, I

In this holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in

This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.

Twirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing.

This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.

mei (mei), Sunday, 15 February 2004 18:25 (twenty-two years ago)

My lifestyle determines my deathstyle.

ModJ (ModJ), Sunday, 15 February 2004 18:30 (twenty-two years ago)

Nice choice, Mei.

Ned Raggett (Ned), Sunday, 15 February 2004 18:30 (twenty-two years ago)

you fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality
graphically, my killer bee family stings the galaxy
insanity titanium stomach devourin guiness
my flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
still disease kill viruses planets and racial creatures
made mcs sprout tumors so bad lost facial features
waste your peoples left out in the rain fountains of pain
eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name
holocaust, black man whose veins littered with thorns
backsmack you so hard all your seedsll be born deformed
swarm dorms sting birds fling verbs like mean curbs
strike three, mics flee, i infect em with green germs, ringworm
cuz im filthy and guilty dastardly mastery
my felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece
stop graftin me chump ass niggas eyein me tempt me
ill break it simply, im horrifyingly empty
spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out
rock crush or german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave or your lab, get stabbed in bloody bath
while im sippin herbal teas verbal bees plant fertile seeds
bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus
got oscar nominee mcs stuck to my hatchet

$$, Sunday, 15 February 2004 18:45 (twenty-two years ago)

It is really not fair, so these should get their own category

The elves are dressed in leather
And the angels are in chains
(Christmas with the Devil)
The sugar plums are rancid
And the stockings are in flames
(Christmas with the Devil)
There's a demon in my belly
And a gremlin in my brain
There's someone up the chimney hole
And Satan is his name
The rats ate all the presents
And the reindeer ran away
(Christmas with the Devil)
There'll be no Father Christmas
'Cause it's Evils holiday
(Christmas with the Devil)
No bells in Hell
No snow below-
Silent Night, Violent Night
So come all ye unfaithful
Don't be left out in the cold
You don't need no invitation, no...
Your ticket is your soul

Speedy Gonzalas (Speedy Gonzalas), Sunday, 15 February 2004 19:51 (twenty-two years ago)

drop out of life with bong in hand.
follow the smoke to the riff-filled land.

etc.

Ian Johnson (orion), Sunday, 15 February 2004 20:15 (twenty-two years ago)

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.

CHORUS
The killer's breed or the demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.

The blind men shout let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.

CHORUS

The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.

CHORUS

Midnight...all night...

Scott, Sunday, 15 February 2004 20:40 (twenty-two years ago)

i ain't no goddamned son of a bitch. you'd better think about it baby.

mike bott, Sunday, 15 February 2004 20:53 (twenty-two years ago)

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sasha (sgh), Monday, 16 February 2004 04:02 (twenty-two years ago)

Tonight would be the last night that we had our tea
That bloody tea, which sent us into ecstacy
Yesterday Mother complained, feeling dizzy, all in pain

Mother's getting weaker, looking paler day by day

As morning came, she could not make it out of bed
And Grandma's spell was getting straight into her head
Not a single word, she didn't seem to be alive

Getting weaker, looking paler day by day

Then Missy came in and she led me by the hand
I didn't want to go, Oh but I should have known
Mother was barely conscious, why should I care
Just looking forward to the next ordeal

I think I heard my sister begging me to stay
She gave me the phone, so I could call someone for help
I simply let go of her hand, then I cut the wire

Missy was crying as I left them both behind
And Mother's getting weaker, Missy shouted at my back
"I hate You"

webcrack (music=crack), Monday, 16 February 2004 04:20 (twenty-two years ago)

"Bloody corpse, makes me feel great!"

RIP Paul Baloff

JR, Tuesday, 17 February 2004 20:42 (twenty-two years ago)

one month passes...
Mothers masturbate,
While fathers watch and wait,
The children starve and scrounge for food,
Homo erectus trash fuck diligently unprotected,
A child blooms.

Pieces of shit do nothing more then fuck and shit,
Welfare being, food stamp wearing,
Free rides from other people pay checks.

A would be caring mother sits and waits,
Husband kneels near her side,
No child in sight,
Hard working Civilians of civilization,
Try and can’t pollinate the egg of a woman's whom.

The shit of America has more rights,
They do nothing and have plenty of food,
The working class try to make due,
But give their money for a bull shit Claus.

Number fucking one,
The rich get richer,
(fuck you MR. government dude),
Number fucking two,
Scum get everything for free,
(fuck you MR. government dude),
Finally the most bullshit of all,
The middle class get fucked in the ass,
Work hard but guess what?
We’ll take what you make and give it to the scum,
(fuck you MR. government dude),

You can take your rules ,
Your conformist views,
and shove them up your blown out ass.
You goddamn fucking,
Cock sucking,
Hypocrite Nazis.

stephen crfat, Monday, 5 April 2004 02:39 (twenty-two years ago)

Boy, that Toby Keith, I tell ya.

Ned Raggett (Ned), Monday, 5 April 2004 03:58 (twenty-two years ago)

two years pass...
one answer for you:

darkthrone - 'quintessence'

Eight miles deep the well forgotten by mortals
Oh, I drank it empty in one single sip
Eight miles wide the valley beyond all hope
Oh, I filled the whole with one single fist

Five million christians on a ride towards us
Oh, I slaughtered the bunch with one single hit (with my spear)
Five million women so alone in the night
Oh, I had them all satisfied profusely (every night by myself)

Ten thousand trolls hard as rock cold as ice
Oh, they ran when I rose to face them
Ten hungry waves they swallowed my ship
Oh, I steadily walked home (and I only got wet on my feet)

No single book were behelden by me
Oh, no question I cannot do answer
Only one single lamp do show me this way
And that is the eye of Satan

Charlie Howard (the sphinx), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 12:17 (nineteen years ago)

Demons arise
Your dragon's fire
is dying

A blood red wind is crying
Demon armies
Fill the sky

Chorus:
Kings and Princes
In you power
Make laws to keep us chained
Deaf and dumb
Now look, now listen
Your beasts have gone insane
War is coming
Killing thunder
With lasers and with steel
The whip you hold
Has lost it's bite
Revenge shall turn the wheel

Bastards arise
We bring you death
Touch our lightning

Take our metal
Take our dreams
Into a sleep
Of endless screams

(Chorus)

GOD PUNCH TO BROCAS FUCKING HELM (yournullfame), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 13:59 (nineteen years ago)

and yeah, the chorus is twelve lines long.

GOD PUNCH TO HAWKWIND (yournullfame), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 14:02 (nineteen years ago)

November's Doom sings something like this in "Not the Strong", in groweling grindcore voice:

If only my mother knew the real me
That would break Orions shame
Not the strong man she raised from birth
A child, a coward, a scared soul
In my dreams I can fly away...

Twelve Step metal.

bendy (bendy), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 14:46 (nineteen years ago)

Siegbran/Charlie has the answer.

TEN HUNGRY WAVES THEY SWALLOWED MY SHIP
OH, I STEADILY WALKED HOME (AND I ONLY GOT WET ON MY FEET)

Can't argue with that?

MRZBW (MRZBW), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 19:35 (nineteen years ago)

My mother was a witch, she was burned alive
Thankless little bitch, for the tears I cried
Take her down now, don't wanna see her face
Blistered and burnt, can't hide my disgrace

Twenty-seven, every one was nice
Gotta see them, make them pay the price
See their bodies out on the ice
Take my time

Am I evil? Yes I am
Am I evil? I am, man
Yes I am

As I watched my mother die, I lost my head
Revenge now I sought, to break with my bread
Taking no chances, you come with me
I'll split you to the bone
Help set you free

On with the action now, I'll strip your pride
I'll spread your blood around, I'll see you writhe
Your face is scarred with steel, wounds deep and neat
Like a double dozen before you, smell so sweet

I'll make my residence, I'll watch your fire
You can come with me, sweet desire
My face is long forgot, my face not my own
Sweet and timely whore, take me home

Am I evil? Yes, I am
Am I evil? I am, man
Yes I am.

Palomino (Palomino), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 20:36 (nineteen years ago)

Modulistic terror
A vast sadistic feast
The only way to exit
Is going piece by piece

You have no choice of life or death
My face you will not see
Ill rip your flesh till theres no breath
Dismembered destiny

As soon as life has left your corpse
Ill make you part of me
No emotion
Death is all I see

Modulistic terror
A vast sadistic feast
The only way to exit
Is going piece by piece

Bones and blood lie on the ground
Rotten limbs lie dead
Decapitated bodies found
On my wall, your head!

On your trail I close the gap
One more life that soon wont be
No emotion
Your flesh is all I need

Ill send you to your maker
Confront the God you seek
A flash of red upon his [sings your] chest
Safety out of reach

[you have no choice of life or death
My face you will not see
Ill rip your flesh till theres no breath
Dismembered destiny]

[modulistic terror
A vast sadistic feast
Theres only one way out of here
Piece by piece]

latebloomer scrabbly dabbly doo (skawreeng) (latebloomer), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 20:49 (nineteen years ago)

"On a field littered with corpses
Stands a lonely flower
It reminds the world how it was
But we kicked it away with power"
(Kreator, "Riot of Violence")

Ian Christe (Ian Christe), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 21:01 (nineteen years ago)

MY WAY IS HEAVY METAL - Metalucifer


What’s with the long hair ? What’s with the badges ?
What are you implying through your keen eyes ?
What’s with your savage fists ? What’s with the patches ?
What do you wanna shout from your silent mouth ?
What’s with your nasty skull ? What’s with your spikes ?
What are you implying through your devilish T-shirt ?
What’s with the unholy cross ? What’s with the denim & leather ?
What do you wanna shout with your evil sign ?

So, We can answer in faith, This is Heavy metal.
Running blood in my heart, More red than gods, made of steel

Heavy Metal, Heavy Way, Heavy Metal,
Heavy Metal, Heavy Way, Heavy Metal
Every day, Every night, My Way is Heavy Metal

Why are you noisy ? Why are you so wild ?
Why do you want a tattoo on your body ?
Why do you speak slangs ? Why are you so crazy ?
Why do you wanna drink so much beer ?
Why do you wanna kick ? Why do you wanna destroy ?
Why don’t you wanna pray in holy silence ?
Why do you wanna fight, Why do you wanna scream ?
Why don’t you wanna believe in any god ?

So, We must answer in faith, This is Heavy Metal
Look at my banging neck, Harder than devils, Made of steel

Heavy Metal, Heavy Way, Heavy Metal,
Heavy Metal, Heavy Way, Heavy Metal
Everything, Everywhere, My Way is Heavy Metal

G-solo

Heavy Metal, Heavy Way, Heavy Metal,
Heavy Metal, Heavy Way, Heavy Metal
Heavy Metal, Heavy Way, Heavy Metal,
Heavy Metal, Heavy Way, Heavy Metal
Whatever happens, My way is Heavy Metal
Whatever people may say, My way is Heavy Metal
Whatever the reason is, My way is Heavy Metal

Ben Dover (jonbenetsbody), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 21:12 (nineteen years ago)

metalucifer and sabbat would be strong contenders, yeah.

GOD PUNCH TO HAWKWIND (yournullfame), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 23:18 (nineteen years ago)

Very similar to Ben's, maybe not as good. But so many Manowar lyrics qualify for this!

Metal Warriors (Brothers Of Metal Pt. I) - Manowar

Every one of us has heard the call
Brothers of True Metal proud and standing tall
We know the power within us has brought us to this hall
there's magic in the metal there's magic is us all

Heavy metal or no metal at all whimps and posers leave the hall
Heavy metal or no metal at all whimps and posers go on get out
Leave the hall

Now the world must listen to our decree
We don't turn down for anyone we do just what we please
got to make it louder, all men play on ten
If you're not into metal, you are not my friend

Heavy metal or no metal at all whimps and posers leave the hall
Heavy metal or no metal at all whimps and posers I said
Leave the hall

Now the world must listen to our decree
We don't turn down for anyone we do just what we please
Got to make it louder, all men play on ten
If you're not into metal, you are not my friend

There's metal in the air tonite, can you hear it call
If you ain't got the balls, to take it you can
Leave the hall

Heavy metal or no metal at all whimps and posers leave the hall
Heavy metal or no metal at all whimps and posers leave the hall

myopic_void (myopic_void), Thursday, 21 September 2006 09:17 (nineteen years ago)

Well there's been one vote fopr Venom so far, but here's my particualr fave, "Stand up and be counted":

We are the tyrants
Messangers of Satan
We pledge you all
Raise your hands
This is the solstice
Hail legions arise
We'll raise the roof
Touch the skies

We're praying for
The wings of Mayhem to arrive
The screaming fury burns
Brings us alive

Stand up and be counted
Stand up and be counted

We are the demons
Children of fire
Your turn has come
Live your desire
Burning ambition
Were were staying wild
We stand as one never denied

Defyant and proud
We stand together
Metlallic and loud we will fight
Devestation, pure Hell
Legions of the night

Stand up and be counted
Stand up and be counted

Come on, raise your hands

We are the black metal gods

V. E. N. O. Fucking M.

Are you with us
Right until the end?

Stand up and be counted
Stand up and be counted

Come on right at the back
You wanna be counted as well?
Stand up!
And be counted..

Neil Stewart (Neil Stewart), Thursday, 21 September 2006 09:30 (nineteen years ago)

eight years pass...

Dude from Dream Death had a way with his Clark Ashton Smith/Robert E. Howard horror vibes

Look through the mystic door at the hidden depths which all men share
Long and hard was the war when man usurped the Earth
Last to fall the serpent men, driven into the waste and left to die
They returned as priests of their evil cult in human guise

Back to the palace, puts his trust in a man he does not know
He can't believe the things he is shown
His very chambers underlined with hidden halls
He has no idea what this night will befall

From the wars of old
Etched on all men's souls
Eldritch words only man can speak
Mystic runes, they must keep alive

Into bed, and feign deep sleep
Tu - the counselor - knife bared, creeps
Traitor slayed his face doth change
There leers in its stead a vile serpent's head

Can't you see they're coming back to rule the world again?
Plot revenge through their evil cult – the serpent men

He looks out and wonders which are men and which are not
He speaks the eldrich words which he was taught
They rush the dais, victory finds defeat
Burst through the throne room, someone in his seat

Blades unsheathed, totem's face
Which will win – tiger or snake?
Fight ensues, traitor slayed
To purge the Earth, the promise is made

The elder race

Jim Gillette's unused octave (GOTT PUNCH II HAWKWINDZ), Monday, 15 June 2015 04:57 (ten years ago)

five years pass...

https://img.discogs.com/CU9kP1xxI1dL0JT2R4lxyFMmCWM=/fit-in/300x300/filters:strip_icc():format(jpeg):mode_rgb():quality(40)/discogs-images/R-12284839-1532158391-6664.jpeg.jpg

Victorius - dinosaur warfare (2018)

"[...] Million years ago the world was ruled by the mighty dinosaurs.
A holy kingdom protected by an ancient force.
Guardians sworn to fight, defending our world.
With the power of technology, the legend will return.

We fight the invaders from outer space
who conquer the Holy Land.

Mighty dinosaurs fight the holy war.
Epic war machines sworn to protect the realm.
Mighty dino-force, rise and never fall.
Epic war machines sworn to protect the realm.[...]"

meisenfek, Saturday, 15 August 2020 06:01 (five years ago)

lyrical themes: Dinobots

With deep regret I remove my bookmark from this thread (GOTT PUNCH II HAWKWINDZ), Saturday, 15 August 2020 09:51 (five years ago)

Maybe not the best per se, but it feels essential to the spirit of the thread

« Mother
Tell your children not to walk my way
Tell your children not to hear my words
What they mean
What they say
Mother
Mother
Yeah, can you keep them in the dark for life
Can you hide them from the waiting world
Oh mother
Father
I'm gonna take your daughter out tonight
I'm gonna show her my world
Oh father
Not about to see your light
But if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what it's
Till you're bleeding
Not about to see your light
And if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what it's
Mother
Tell your children not to hold my hand
Tell your children not to understand
Oh mother
Father
Do you wanna bang heads with me
Do you wanna feel everything
Oh father
Not about to see your light
And if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what…»

Mule, Saturday, 15 August 2020 09:58 (five years ago)

Of course!

With deep regret I remove my bookmark from this thread (GOTT PUNCH II HAWKWINDZ), Saturday, 15 August 2020 11:19 (five years ago)

Now the fire is out of control
Panic in the city, wicked weeping for their souls
Everywhere fire is burning
Destroying and melting their gold
Destroying and wasting their souls

m0stlyClean, Saturday, 15 August 2020 18:07 (five years ago)


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