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)
― ddd, Thursday, 9 January 2003 20:46 (twenty-three years ago)
― dog latin (dog latin), Thursday, 9 January 2003 20:51 (twenty-three years ago)
― die9o (dhadis), Thursday, 9 January 2003 20:53 (twenty-three years ago)
― jel -- (jel), Thursday, 9 January 2003 21:00 (twenty-three years ago)
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 meWhat 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 leaveA morsel, nay more,Even the orb cannotFor thy journeyHelp me melt the ice?!Hither and thither!
I WIN.
― Jordan (Jordan), Thursday, 9 January 2003 21:02 (twenty-three years ago)
All lines of all metal lyrics ever should end with exclamation points.
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Thursday, 9 January 2003 21:14 (twenty-three years ago)
― sundar subramanian (sundar), Thursday, 9 January 2003 21:17 (twenty-three years ago)
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!
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.
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)
AC/DC: Metal? Or Hard Rock?
― hstencil, Thursday, 9 January 2003 21:28 (twenty-three years ago)
― Mr. Diamond (diamond), Thursday, 9 January 2003 21:29 (twenty-three years ago)
― hstencil, Thursday, 9 January 2003 21:34 (twenty-three years ago)
― Siegbran (eofor), Thursday, 9 January 2003 22:53 (twenty-three years ago)
― chad (chad), Thursday, 9 January 2003 23:25 (twenty-three years ago)
Mucopurulence excretor
Mucopurulent organs digested in sepsisMucolysifying, rancidifying as you eat your own cystsPutrefying your pyorrhoea - infested corpse excretes awayExpelling pyuria and septic goitrous membrane
― Siegbran (eofor), Thursday, 9 January 2003 23:29 (twenty-three years ago)
― Mr. Diamond (diamond), Thursday, 9 January 2003 23:37 (twenty-three years ago)
― Charlie (Charlie), Thursday, 9 January 2003 23:39 (twenty-three years ago)
― Siegbran (eofor), Thursday, 9 January 2003 23:39 (twenty-three years ago)
― Siegbran (eofor), Thursday, 9 January 2003 23:51 (twenty-three years ago)
Run like Hell, in HellThe deadly race beginsCyanide, suicideNo prayers or foolish whimsTonight we'll fightWith glory in our veinsCan't stop us nowOur evil always will reign
The master switch is setAnd we must guard the only keyRip Ride
Satan's speed, our speedIncarnate pure alivelight up the nightWere living on a wireWe choose you looseNobody catches fireWere free you'll seeWe live by our desires
Riding in the air nocturnalLiving freeRip Ride
Run like Hell, in HellThe deadly race beginsCyanide, SuicideNo prayers or foolish whimsTonight we'll fightWith glory in our veinsCan't stop us nowOur evil always reigns.
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Friday, 10 January 2003 01:43 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 10 January 2003 02:19 (twenty-three years ago)
The Gods Made Heavy Metal And They Saw That It Was GoodThey Said To Play It Louder Than HellWe Promised That We WouldWhen Losers Say It's Over With You Know That It's A LieThe Gods Made Heavy Metal And It's...
― Douglas (Douglas), Friday, 10 January 2003 02:49 (twenty-three years ago)
― Evan (Evan), Friday, 10 January 2003 05:29 (twenty-three years ago)
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)
ALRIGHT NOW!!Won't you listen?
When I first met you, didn't realizeI can't forget you, for your suprizeyou introduced me, to my mindAnd left me wanting, you and your kindOh yeah!
I love you, Oh you know it
My life was empty forever on a downUntil you took me, showed me aroundMy life is free now, my life is clear I love you sweet leaf, though you can't hearOh yeah!
Come on now, try it out
Straight people don't know, what your aboutThey put you down and shut you outyou gave to me a new beliefand soon the world will love you sweet leaf Oh yeah baby!
― earlnash, Friday, 10 January 2003 05:50 (twenty-three years ago)
― gabbneb, Friday, 10 January 2003 08:02 (twenty-three years ago)
― weatheringdaleson (weatheringdaleson), Friday, 10 January 2003 08:52 (twenty-three years ago)
― dave q, Friday, 10 January 2003 10:30 (twenty-three years ago)
Terror of moralityI draw from the slowly dying damnedMonsters live behind my eyes;I let them out and people die.And all the grave wormsThat come for their piece of meat?I give them dead things..The wretched living are mine alone
Fright mounts with the body countTo which anthropomancy predicts a declineIn all of God's creation,Can there be a lifestyle that's better than this?
I mark my territoryWith their blood and excritementAnd adipocere...I can find my way in the dark;My fulfilment is habitually necromanicAnd 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 haveNever 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."
ObfuscationOf the authorities with lies,And my naturAlability 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)
I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser tooIn 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 downNothing can stop me, I am taking this town
(Decibel riot: Stringburner)
Some think I am an angel in a torn and dirty gownBut most of them will tell you I am meanest one around
I am a decibel rebel, take you for a screw!
― Siegbran (eofor), Friday, 10 January 2003 10:32 (twenty-three years ago)
― Colin Meeder (Mert), Friday, 10 January 2003 11:46 (twenty-three years ago)
― Barnaby (Barnaby), Friday, 10 January 2003 13:51 (twenty-three years ago)
― tony bleach, Friday, 10 January 2003 17:19 (twenty-three years ago)
― Lord Custos Omega (Lord Custos Omega), Friday, 10 January 2003 17:33 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ken Mumper, Sunday, 15 February 2004 16:20 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Sunday, 15 February 2004 16:24 (twenty-two years ago)
― roger adultery (roger adultery), Sunday, 15 February 2004 16:31 (twenty-two years ago)
― latebloomer (latebloomer), Sunday, 15 February 2004 17:53 (twenty-two years ago)
This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone inThis body, this body holding me, feeling eternalAll this pain is an illusion.
Alive, I
In this holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in
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)
― ModJ (ModJ), Sunday, 15 February 2004 18:30 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Sunday, 15 February 2004 18:30 (twenty-two years ago)
― $$, Sunday, 15 February 2004 18:45 (twenty-two years ago)
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)
etc.
― Ian Johnson (orion), Sunday, 15 February 2004 20:15 (twenty-two years ago)
CHORUSThe 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 midnightThe hands that threaten doom.2 minutes to midnightTo kill the unborn in the womb.
The blind men shout let the creatures outWe'll show the unbelieversThe napalm screams of human flamesOf 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 twoAnd 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.
Midnight...all night...
― Scott, Sunday, 15 February 2004 20:40 (twenty-two years ago)
― mike bott, Sunday, 15 February 2004 20:53 (twenty-two years ago)
― Sasha (sgh), Monday, 16 February 2004 04:02 (twenty-two years ago)
Mother's getting weaker, looking paler day by day
As morning came, she could not make it out of bedAnd Grandma's spell was getting straight into her headNot 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 handI didn't want to go, Oh but I should have knownMother was barely conscious, why should I careJust looking forward to the next ordeal
I think I heard my sister begging me to stayShe gave me the phone, so I could call someone for helpI simply let go of her hand, then I cut the wire
Missy was crying as I left them both behindAnd 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)
RIP Paul Baloff
― JR, Tuesday, 17 February 2004 20:42 (twenty-two years ago)
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)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Monday, 5 April 2004 03:58 (twenty-two years ago)
darkthrone - 'quintessence'
Eight miles deep the well forgotten by mortalsOh, I drank it empty in one single sipEight miles wide the valley beyond all hopeOh, I filled the whole with one single fist
Five million christians on a ride towards usOh, I slaughtered the bunch with one single hit (with my spear)Five million women so alone in the nightOh, I had them all satisfied profusely (every night by myself)
Ten thousand trolls hard as rock cold as iceOh, they ran when I rose to face themTen hungry waves they swallowed my shipOh, I steadily walked home (and I only got wet on my feet)
No single book were behelden by meOh, no question I cannot do answerOnly one single lamp do show me this wayAnd that is the eye of Satan
― Charlie Howard (the sphinx), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 12:17 (nineteen years ago)
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)
― GOD PUNCH TO HAWKWIND (yournullfame), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 14:02 (nineteen years ago)
If only my mother knew the real meThat would break Orions shameNot the strong man she raised from birthA child, a coward, a scared soulIn my dreams I can fly away...
Twelve Step metal.
― bendy (bendy), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 14:46 (nineteen years ago)
TEN HUNGRY WAVES THEY SWALLOWED MY SHIPOH, 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)
Twenty-seven, every one was niceGotta see them, make them pay the priceSee their bodies out on the iceTake my time
Am I evil? Yes I amAm I evil? I am, manYes I am
As I watched my mother die, I lost my headRevenge now I sought, to break with my breadTaking no chances, you come with meI'll split you to the boneHelp set you free
On with the action now, I'll strip your prideI'll spread your blood around, I'll see you writheYour face is scarred with steel, wounds deep and neatLike a double dozen before you, smell so sweet
I'll make my residence, I'll watch your fireYou can come with me, sweet desireMy face is long forgot, my face not my ownSweet and timely whore, take me home
Am I evil? Yes, I amAm I evil? I am, manYes I am.
― Palomino (Palomino), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 20:36 (nineteen years ago)
You have no choice of life or deathMy face you will not seeIll rip your flesh till theres no breathDismembered destiny
As soon as life has left your corpseIll make you part of meNo emotionDeath is all I see
Modulistic terrorA vast sadistic feastThe only way to exitIs going piece by piece
Bones and blood lie on the groundRotten limbs lie deadDecapitated bodies foundOn my wall, your head!
On your trail I close the gapOne more life that soon wont beNo emotionYour flesh is all I need
Ill send you to your makerConfront the God you seekA flash of red upon his [sings your] chestSafety out of reach
[you have no choice of life or deathMy face you will not seeIll rip your flesh till theres no breathDismembered destiny]
[modulistic terrorA vast sadistic feastTheres only one way out of herePiece by piece]
― latebloomer scrabbly dabbly doo (skawreeng) (latebloomer), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 20:49 (nineteen years ago)
― Ian Christe (Ian Christe), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 21:01 (nineteen years ago)
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 MetalEvery 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 MetalLook at my banging neck, Harder than devils, Made of steel
Heavy Metal, Heavy Way, Heavy Metal,Heavy Metal, Heavy Way, Heavy MetalEverything, Everywhere, My Way is Heavy Metal
G-solo
Heavy Metal, Heavy Way, Heavy Metal,Heavy Metal, Heavy Way, Heavy MetalHeavy Metal, Heavy Way, Heavy Metal,Heavy Metal, Heavy Way, Heavy MetalWhatever happens, My way is Heavy MetalWhatever people may say, My way is Heavy MetalWhatever the reason is, My way is Heavy Metal
― Ben Dover (jonbenetsbody), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 21:12 (nineteen years ago)
― GOD PUNCH TO HAWKWIND (yournullfame), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 23:18 (nineteen years ago)
Metal Warriors (Brothers Of Metal Pt. I) - Manowar
Every one of us has heard the callBrothers of True Metal proud and standing tallWe know the power within us has brought us to this hallthere's magic in the metal there's magic is us all
Heavy metal or no metal at all whimps and posers leave the hallHeavy metal or no metal at all whimps and posers go on get outLeave the hall
Now the world must listen to our decreeWe don't turn down for anyone we do just what we pleasegot to make it louder, all men play on tenIf you're not into metal, you are not my friend
Heavy metal or no metal at all whimps and posers leave the hallHeavy metal or no metal at all whimps and posers I saidLeave the hall
Now the world must listen to our decreeWe don't turn down for anyone we do just what we pleaseGot to make it louder, all men play on tenIf you're not into metal, you are not my friend
There's metal in the air tonite, can you hear it callIf you ain't got the balls, to take it you canLeave the hall
Heavy metal or no metal at all whimps and posers leave the hallHeavy 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)
We are the tyrantsMessangers of SatanWe pledge you allRaise your handsThis is the solsticeHail legions ariseWe'll raise the roofTouch the skies
We're praying forThe wings of Mayhem to arriveThe screaming fury burnsBrings us alive
Stand up and be countedStand up and be counted
We are the demonsChildren of fireYour turn has comeLive your desireBurning ambitionWere were staying wildWe stand as one never denied
Defyant and proudWe stand togetherMetlallic and loud we will fightDevestation, pure HellLegions of the night
Come on, raise your hands
We are the black metal gods
V. E. N. O. Fucking M.
Are you with usRight until the end?
Come on right at the backYou wanna be counted as well?Stand up!And be counted..
― Neil Stewart (Neil Stewart), Thursday, 21 September 2006 09:30 (nineteen years ago)
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 shareLong and hard was the war when man usurped the EarthLast to fall the serpent men, driven into the waste and left to dieThey returned as priests of their evil cult in human guise
Back to the palace, puts his trust in a man he does not knowHe can't believe the things he is shownHis very chambers underlined with hidden hallsHe has no idea what this night will befall
From the wars of oldEtched on all men's soulsEldritch words only man can speakMystic runes, they must keep alive
Into bed, and feign deep sleepTu - the counselor - knife bared, creepsTraitor slayed his face doth changeThere 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 notHe speaks the eldrich words which he was taughtThey rush the dais, victory finds defeatBurst through the throne room, someone in his seat
Blades unsheathed, totem's faceWhich will win – tiger or snake?Fight ensues, traitor slayedTo 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)
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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 spacewho 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.[...]"
We fight the invaders from outer spacewho 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
« MotherTell your children not to walk my wayTell your children not to hear my wordsWhat they meanWhat they sayMotherMotherYeah, can you keep them in the dark for lifeCan you hide them from the waiting worldOh motherFatherI'm gonna take your daughter out tonightI'm gonna show her my worldOh fatherNot about to see your lightBut if you wanna find hell with meI can show you what it'sTill you're bleedingNot about to see your lightAnd if you wanna find hell with meI can show you what it'sMotherTell your children not to hold my handTell your children not to understandOh motherFatherDo you wanna bang heads with meDo you wanna feel everythingOh fatherNot about to see your lightAnd if you wanna find hell with meI 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 controlPanic in the city, wicked weeping for their soulsEverywhere fire is burningDestroying and melting their goldDestroying and wasting their souls
― m0stlyClean, Saturday, 15 August 2020 18:07 (five years ago)