Opis bloga
moja tehnika je sloboda.
predpostavljam da slobodom neću
doći do konačnog odgovora,
ali ću slobodom stići do osjećaja da sam stigla...negdje...
manipuliraš sa bezgraničnim brojem pitanja
sa jednom jasnom idejom
da se već sama sudbina tog pitanja nekako tebe ne tiče,
čim je osuđena na odgovor...
hmmm...
8. The Bleeding
[Music by Owen]
Bleeding
Slicing through the flesh
A knife stuck in your neck
Stabbing out your eyes
Cutting through the spine
Blood burning through my veins
We have risen from the grave
Live, life
Dead for years, now alive
The dead came to life
Dead creatures out for blood
After death we will awaken
Unhuman beings from beyond
Rotting zombies out for blood
Bleed, bleed
Bleeding through my pores
Clotted pus, crusts my skin
My body cold
But I live on
Bleeding
The dead awaken, living rotten
Rotten living dead
Slicing through the flesh
A knife stuck in your neck
Stabbing out your eyes
Cutting through the spine
Blood burning through my veins
We have risen from the grave
Live, life - dead
by:CANNIBAL CORPSE
muda im zaprašuju cestu....
Uradi nešto
uradi nesto za svoju savjest
ne misli da si sam
kreni ostro uzmi stvar u ruke
zaboravi na strah
toliko zena koje traze tvoju pomoc
toliko zena koje sanjare
toliko zena koje uzdisu tiho
ludnica je oko nas
uradi nesto za svoju nervozu
smiri drhtanje
budi kao valentino
ne kolebaj se
nema vremena za bolju buducnost
nema vremena da predahnes
nema vremena da zivis jos jednom
nitko vise nije mlad
ma hajde mrdni vec jednom
ma hajde pokreni se
ma hajde ucini nesto
ma hajde ...
uradi nesto to je tvoja duznost
mnogo toga znas
nisi glupan takvih isuvise ima
ne ocajavaj
pljuni na svoju facu i postani covjek
nek' se cuje i tvoja rijec
pljuni na svoju facu pljuni u oci
ne zabusavaj
ma hajde ...
uradi nesto za samoga sebe
nesto veliko
cuvaj muda zauvijek i svuda
drmaj zestoko
zatvori prolaz za trule moraliste
zatvori prolaz za rogonje
zatvori prolaz za feministe
zatvori prolaz za sve
kako si ružan u svojoj nezrelosti(dragi moj)em>
zasto trazis karizmu u sebi punjena ptico
mogucnost prosvijecenosti
razdvaja te u beskraj od zudnje za misijom
miris zemlje
koncentricni krugovi gluposti i neznanja
kao prstenje
ono dalje ne razumijem
izgleda mi da je mrtva straza
rekoh sebi
moj boze koliko demagogije sustavno poredjane u artiljerijske salve
koliko pokradenih misli iza koji ne stoji nista osim
mrznje
sujete
vlasti
i koliko pokvarenosti treba da se izlije pred nase noge
i kako je do neprepoznavanja dovedena sustina prevare
i rijeka nije bila rijeka u samom pocetku
i nije nuzno da ne bude ponornica do kraja
sto se dogadja kad mrtvi fazani lete iznad nasih glava
kad
ocajanje neumitno prelazi u kajanje
gledajuci iz daljine konture na sceni
padaju mi na pamet vodene boje
umazane ruke
brzo se peru....
by:AZRA
bed of razors
I see the candle light burning in your
eyes, flareing up my eyes in flames
On this pitch-black summer night...
of passion and pain
Chorus
The razor caressed my flesh and my arms turned red,
I feel a vast desire
Years of pain are flowing down my arms
Sweet, red, warm stream you drink, make me released
Give me your hand, let me make you feel the ease,
in the bed of razors we bleed together...
I feel the fire burning in my heart,
I see it sparkling in your eyes
The blaze you're feeling more and more
Chorus
The razor caressed your flesh and your arms turned red,
I feel your vast desire
Tearing pain is flowing down your arms
Sweet, red, warm stream I drink to make you released
Holding your arms, cherish this composure,
in the bed of razors we sleep together, forever...
by:CHILDREN OF BODOM
...........
. Her Black Wings
Blackest of the black
Darker than night
Come to me my bleeding light
See she comes
She comes now
Enter oblivion
Yea, here she is
Harder than life
In my arms
See she there
Entwined with love
Unclean she is
And she comes down to me
And she offers me sleep
Under her black
Whoa oh, under her black wings
Whoa oh, under her black
See she comes
On the eve of dusk
In another form
With a scent of rain upon her neck
She brings the lust
Supernatural
Ceasing never
On and
On and
On
Her stride is such
Mortals freeze
When she walks past
And she comes down to me
And she offers me sleep
Under her black wings
Whoa oh, under her black wings
Whoa oh, under her black wings
Whoa oh, under her black wings
Whoa oh, under her black wings
See she comes
Blacker than pitch
Have to make this fallen bitch
All I want
All I crave
Demoness calls
The bitch is come
For those who wait
Cross the breach in hell
See she is
Bedeviled with breasts
Enchantment on legs
And she comes down to me, yea
And she offers me sleep
Under her black
by:DANZIG
Nema raja za vjecni zivot
I nema pakla gdje se gresnici peku
Ovdje i sada je dan naseg trpljenja
Ovdje i sada je dan nase zabave
Ovdje i sada su nase prilike i mogucnosti
Izaberi ovaj dan, ovaj sat, jer ...(zaključite sami).....
satanik bajbl
The Guitar Man
Who draws the crowd?
Who plays so loud?
Baby it's the guitar man
Who's gonna steal the show
You know baby it's the guitar man
He can make you love he can make you cry
He will bring you down
He will get you high
Something keeps him going
Miles and miles away
To find another place to play
And night after night who treats you right
Baby it's the guitar man
Who's on the radio?
You know baby it's the guitar man
When he comes to town and you see his face
And you think you might like to take his place
Something keeps him drifting miles and miles away
Searching for the songs to play
Then you listen to the music and you'd like to sing along
And you want to get the meaning out of each and every song
And you find yourself a message and some words to call your own
and take 'em home
He can make you love he can get you high
He will bring you down he will make you cry
Something keeps him moving
But no one seems to know
What it is that makes him go
Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim
The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin
But he never seems to notice he's just got to find another place
to play
(Fade away)
(Got to play)
(Fade away)
by:DONOVAN
Black Winter Day
This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed think
Like daybreak in spring
The sun on a spring morning
But how do I feel
In my gloomy depths?
Like the flat brink of a cloud
Like a dark night in autumn
A black winter day
No, darker than that
Gloomier than an autumn night
by:AMORPHIS
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