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  Metallica kakva je trebala ostati
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  James Hetfield
  
  
  
  Lars Urlich
  
  
  
  Kirk Hammett
  
  
  
  Metallica
  
  » Creeping Death
  
  
  
  Slaves
  Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh
  Heed
  To his every word, live in fear
  Faith
  Of the unknown one, the deliverer
  Wait
  Something must be done, four hundred years
  So let it be written, so let it be done
  I'm sent here by the chosen one
  So let it be written, so let it be done
  To kill the first born pharaoh son
  I'm creeping death
  Now
  Let my people go, land of Goshen
  Go
  I will be with thee, bush of fire
  Blood
  Running red and strong down the Nile
  Plague
  Darkness three days long, hail to fire
  So let it be written, so let it be done
  I'm sent here by the chosen one
  So let it be written, so let it be done
  To kill the first-born pharaoh son
  I'm creeping death
  Die by my hand
  I creep across the land
  Killing first-born man
  Die by my hand
  I creep across the land
  Killing first-born man
  I
  Rule the midnight air, the destroyer
  Born
  I shall soon be there, deadly mass
  I
  Creep the steps and floor, final darkness
  Blood
  Lamb's blood, painted doors, I shall pass
  So let it be written, so let it be done
  I'm sent here by the chosen one
  So let it be written, so let it be done
  To kill the first-born pharaoh son
  I'm creeping death
  
  
  
  
  Iron Maiden
  » The Clansman
  
  
  
  Wake alone in the hills with the wind in your face
  It feels good to be proud and be free and a race
  That is part of a clan and to live on highlands
  And the air that you breathe so pure and so clean
  When alone on the hills
  With the wind in your hair
  With a longing to feel...
  Just to be free
  Is it right to believe in the need to be free
  It's a time when you die and without asking why
  Can't you see what they do they are grinding us down
  They are taking our land that belongs to the clans
  Not alone with a dream
  Just want to be free
  With a need to belong
  I am a clansman... Freedom
  It's a time wrought with fear
  it's a land wrought with change
  Ancestors could hear
  What is happening now
  They would turn in their graves
  they would all be ashamed
  That the land of the free
  has been written in chains
  And I know what I want
  When the timing is right
  Then I'll take what is mine
  I am the clansman
  And I swear to defend
  And we'll fight to the end
  And I swear that I'll never be taken alive
  And I know that we'll stand
  and we'll fight for our land
  And I swear that my bairns
  Will be born free
  And I know what I want
  When the timing is right
  Then I'll take what I want
  I am the clansman... freedom
  And I know what I want
  When the timing is right
  Then I'll take what is mine
  I am the clansman
  No, no we can't let them take anymore
  No we can't let them take anymore
  We've the land of the free
  Freedom
  Is it right to believe in the need to be free
  It's a time when you die and without asking why
  Can't you see what they do they are grinding us down
  They are taking our land that belongs to the clans
  Not alone with a dream
  Just want to be free
  With a need to belong
  I am a clansman
  
  
  
  Metallica
  » The Unforgiven
  
  
  
  New blood joins this earth
  and quickly he's subdued
  through constant pain disgrace
  the young boy learns their rules
  with time the child draws in
  this whipping boy done wrong
  deprived of all his thoughts
  the young man struggles on and on he's known
  a vow unto his own
  that never from this day
  his will they'll take away
  what I've felt
  what I've known
  never shined through in what I've shown
  never be
  never see
  won't see what might have been
  what I've felt
  what I've known
  never shined through in what I've shown
  never free
  never me
  so I dub thee unforgiven
  they dedicate their lives
  to running all of his
  he tries to please them all
  this bitter man he is
  throughout his life the same
  he's battled constantly
  this fight he cannot win
  a tired man they see no longer cares
  the old man then prepares
  to die regretfully
  that old man here is me
  what I've felt
  what I've known
  never shined through in what I've shown
  never be
  never see
  won't see what might have been
  what I've felt
  what I've known
  never shined through in what I've shown
  never free
  never me
  so I dub thee unforgiven
  you labeled me
  I'll label you
  so I dub thee unforgiven
  
  
  Gavran
  E.A.Poe
  
  
  
  Jednom jedne strašne noći, ja zamišljah u samoći,
  Čitah crne, prašne knjige, koje staro znanje skriše;
  Dok sam u san skoro pao, netko mi je zakucao,
  Na vrata mi zakucao - zakucao tiho - tiše -
  "To je putnik" ja promrmljah, "koji bježi ispred kiše" ,
  Samo to i ništa više.
  
  
  
  Ah, da, još se sjećam jasno, u decembru beše kasno
  Svaki ugarak, što trne, duhove po podu riše.
  Željno čekam ja svanuće, uzalud iz knjiga vučem
  Spas od boli što me muče, jer me od Nje rastaviše. Od djevojke anđeoske, od Lenore rastaviše,
  Ah, nje sada nema više.
  
  
  
  Od svilenog, tužnog šuma iz zastora od baršuna
  Nikad prije osjećani užasi me zahvatiše;
  Dok mi srce snažno bije, ja ga mirim sve hrabrije:
  "Putnik moli da se skrije od te noći, bure, kiše. Putnik kuca na ta vrata, da se skrije ispred kiše.
  Samo to je, ništa više."
  
  
  
  Ohrabrih se iznenada, ne oklijevah više tada:
  "Gospodine il gospođo, izvinjenje moje stiže!
  Mene teški snovi prate, a vi nježno kucat znate,
  Tako tiho i bez snage, vaši prsti vrata biše,
  Da sam sanjiv jedva čuo" - Tu se vrata otvoriše -
  Mrak je tamo, ništa više.
  
  
  
  Pogled mrak je prodrijet htio, čudno zastrašen sam bio,
  Sumnjajući, sanjajući, sni mi paklenski se sniše;
  Nedirnuta bje tišina, znaka nije dala tmina,
  Rečena je reč jedina, šapnuta od zvuka kiše:
  "Lenora" ja šapnuh tiho, jeka mi je vrati tiše,
  Samo to i ništa više.
  
  
  
  Kad u sobu ja se vratih, cijelom dušom tad zaplamtih:
  Nešto jači nego prije udarci se ponoviše.
  "Sigurno", ja rekoh, "to je na prozoru sobe moje;
  Pogledat ću trenom što je, kakve se tu tajne skriše.
  Mirno, srce. Da, vidimo, kakve se tu tajne skriše -
  Vjetar to je, ništa više.
  
  
  
  Prozorsku otvorih kuku, kad uz lepet i uz buku,
  Kroza nj uđe gordi Gavran, svetih dana što već biše,
  Nit da poklon glavom mahne, ni trenutak on da stane,
  S likom lorda ili dame kroz moju se sobu diže
  I na kip Palade sleti, što se iznad vrata diže,
  Sleti, sjede, ništa više.
  
  
  
  Ovaj stvor u crnom plaštu, nasmija mi tužnu maštu
  Teškim, mrkim dostojanstvom, kojim čitav lik mu diše.
  "Nek ti kresta jadno visi", rekoh, "kukavica nisi,
  Strašni, mračni Gavran ti si, što sa žala Noći stiže,
  Kako te na žalu zovu hadske noći otkud stiže?"
  Reče Gavran: "Nikad više".
  
  Začudih se tome mnogo, što je jasno zborit mogo,
  Premda nejasne mu riječi malo tog mi razjasniše.
  Ali priznat mora svako, ne događa da se lako,
  Da živ čovjek gleda tako, pticu što se nad njim njiše,
  Životinju ili pticu, što nad vratima se njiše
  S tim imenom "Nikad više".
  
  
  
  Ali Gavran sjedeć tamo, govori riječ jednu samo, Ko da duša mu i srce u tu jednu riječ se sliše.
  To je sve što on mi reče - dalje krila ne pokreće,
  Dok moj šapat mir presiječe: "Svi me druzi ostaviše,
  Otići će i on kao nade što me ostaviše".
  Tad će Gavran "Nikad više".
  
  
  
  Dok ja stajah još zatečen - odgovor bje spremno rečen.
  "Nema sumnje," rekoh, "ta je riječ tek trica, ništa više
  Od nesretnog gazde čuta, kojega je sudba kruta,
  Pratila duž njegova puta, dok mu sve se pjesme sliše
  U tužaljke puste nade, koje teret u se zbiše,
  Od "nikada-nikad više".
  
  
  
  Al taj stvor u crnom plaštu, još mi u smijeh goni maštu,
  Ja naslonjač tad okrenuh bisti, gdje se Gavran njiše
  Na baršun mi glava klone, a ja mislim misli one, Stapam mašte tužne, bolne; kakvu meni sudbu piše
  Ova strašna kobna ptica, kakvu meni sudba piše
  Grakćuć stalno: "Nikad više".
  
  
  
  Sjedih tražeć smiso toga, ne govoreć niti sloga
  Ptici, čije žarke oči moju dušu rasplamtiše;
  Tako misleć misli bone, pustih glavu da mi klone
  I u baršun da mi tone, kojim svijetlo sjene riše,
  Naslonit se na taj baršun, kojim svijetlo sjene riše
  O n a ne će nikad više.
  
  
  
  Zrak tad ko da gušćim stade, na me neki miris pade
  Ko da anđel lakih nogu kadionik čudni njiše.
  "Ludo", viknuh, "to su glasi, bog će posla da te spasi
  Bol i tugu da ti gasi, što te tako izmučiše.
  Pij nepenthe, da u srcu zaborav Lenoru zbriše."
  Rače Gavran: "Nikad više".
  
  
  
  "Zli proroče, ne znam pravo, da l si ptica ili đavo,
  Da li te je Satan poslo, il te bure izbaciše
  Sama, al nezastrašena, u tu pustu zemlju sjena
  U dom ovaj opsednuti, - zaklinjem te, ah, ne šuti
  Reci, reci ima' l melem jada, što me izmučiše?"
  Reče Gavran: "Nikad više".
  
  
  
  "Zli proroče, ne znam pravo, da l si ptica ili đavo,
  Al u ime Boga po kom obojici grud nam diše,
  Smiri dušu rastuženu, reci da l ću u Edenu
  Zagrliti svoju ženu, od koje me rastaviše, Anđeosku tu
  Lenoru, od koje me rastaviše?"
  Reče Gavran: "Nikad više".
  
  
  
  "Dosta ti govorit dadoh, crna ptico!" Tad ustadoh,
  "U oluje divlje bježi, što se kroz noć raskriliše!
  Ne ostavi niti traga svojih laži kraj mog praga,
  Meni je samoća draga - usne same dovršiše -
  Iz mog srca kljun svoj vadi, nek ti trag se ovdje zbriše!"
  Reče Gavran: "Nikad više".
  
  
  
  I taj Gavran, šuteć samo, još je tamo, još je tamo,
  Na Palade kip je sjeo, što se iznad vrata diže,
  Oči su mu slika prava zloduha što sniva, spava,
  Svijetlost, što ga obasjava, na dnu njegovu sjenu riše,
  Moja duša iz tih sjena, što mi cijelu sobu skriše
  Ustat ne će - nikad više!
  
  
  
  Ples smrti
  
  
  
  Koliki,koliki grobovi stoje na brijegu koliki što su mrtvi spavaju u njemu I kako je dobro sada sad kad već je kraj vratiti se mislima u taj čudan kraj I kako je čudno sada opet misliti na nadu iz nekog drugog dana u tom ludom slavlju I kako je slatko sada znati da sve je prohujalo sav užas onih dana,i da vrijeme je odjurilo I kako je ludost ovdje ono što bila je drama jednog dana završenog jednog sata straha A sad se ne strašite ako vjetar kroz pruća donese glasove naše do vas,ljudi od sutra Svatko ovdje ima priču što htio bi je reći svima koji mogu,znaju slušati kroz riječi Onima što če zastati da bi čuli kroz granje kakav slabi tihi jecaj što s vjetrom ode dalje
  Dođite u suton kad okolica postane tamna dođite među duhove jednog svijeta straha
  Stanite i poslušajte nas a ako je strah previše jak znat ćete da ipak ima kraj makar smrt bila to
  I da ćete na brijegu doći među nas,jer će Tješiteljica povesti i vas
  Treba imati dušu punu teške tuge da bi se čuli glasovi vjetra ispod duge
  Glasovi bez tijela u mraku,u tebi,gdje se možda sanja i nikada ne spava
  A vjetar opet puše sad je ovdje,sad je tamo, i mjesec je onaj isti koji je tako davno sjao
  Koji je sjao iznad radosti i jednako povrh bola,koji osvjetlava one što žive i svijetli onima što umiruZnat ćeš tu na brijegu,koliko traje jedna cesta koliko je sunce visoko i jutro rose široko
  Koliko nam teži vrijeme koliko je noć prostrana,koliko mjeri jedan sat i kako je svaka granica vlat
  A ovdje na brijegu koliko vremena imamo još koje je sad doba noći kada će nam zora doći
  Pitanje bez smisla odgovora nema baš ali ti ga ponavljaš jedino je koje znaš
  Brežuljak je ovo mrtvih bez boga duša koje nemaju zaborava svoga
  Brežuljak je ovo gdje čekaju nekog tko bi ih se sjetio a tko zaboravio
  Brežuljak je ovo heroja i kukavica sudbina ih slučajno bira i griješi kao i mi
  Kao mi kad zovemo golemom kakvog čovjeka malog,a tko zna u kolikim sakriven je pravi div
  Evo za tebe posljednjeg cvijeta na brežuljak dođi
  I imaš li za slušanje mara čut ćeš da nije mrtva za novim želja stara
  koja u životu vara sve pa će i tebe darovati laži koja čini svijet okruglim a da je nema,kažu
  Smrt!Smrt je ovdje kao i na brijezima svim velika Tješiteljica duša žalosnih
  Što ispod zemlje su i čekaju ne cvijet ko na oca dok onaj što živi čeka Velikog Žeteoca
  Ostavi brežuljak sviće zora,sjajna,lijepa,a ne pristaje mrtvima svjetlost tvoga svijeta
  Zbogom,do viđenja,čovječe,hvala što si došao poželiš li da se vratiš bit ćeš dobrodošao
  Jer ostale su mnoge,mnoge priče neispričane ovdje na brežuljku sred tišine ne naravne
  Neke ste već čuli i bile su istinite il' možda tek prozirni sni,kao mi,mi ništice
  Druge te čekaju a ako je strah previše jak znat ćeš da ipak ima kraj makar smrt bila ta
  I da ćeš na brijegu među nas doći jer će Tješiteljica i po tebe doći
  Koliki,koliki grobovi stoje na brijegu koliki što su mrtvi spavaju u njemu
  I kako je dobro sada sad kad već je kraj vratiti se mislima u taj čudan kraj
  
  B.Y.OB
  
  -Bring Your Own Bomb-
  
  WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR?!
  
  
  
  Barbarisms by Barbaras
  With pointed heels
  Victorious victories kneel
  For brand new spankin' deals
  Marching forward hypocrite and
  Hypnotic computers
  you depend on our protection
  Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
  
  lalalalalalala lala
  
  Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
  Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
  
  Kneeling roses disappearing into
  Moses' dry mouth
  Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
  Our intentions
  Hangers sitting dripped in oil
  Crying freedom
  Handed to absolution
  Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
  
  Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
  Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
  {x2}
  
  Blast off
  It's party time
  And we don't live in a fascist nation
  Blast off
  It's part time
  And where the fuck are you?
  
  Where the fuck are you?
  Where the fuck are you?
  Why don't presidents fight the war?
  Why do they always send the poor?
  Why don't presidents fight the war?
  Why do they always send the poor? x4
  
  Kneeling roses disappearing into
  Moses' dry mouth
  Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
  Our Intentions
  Hangers sitting dripped in oil
  Crying freedom
  Handed to absolution
  Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
  
  Everybody's going to the party
  
  3 Doors Down: Kryptonite
  
  
  
  I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind
  I left my body laying somewhere in the sands of time
  I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon
  I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah
  
  I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon
  After all I knew it had to be something to do with you
  I really don't mind what happens now and then
  As long as you'll my friend at the end
  
  You call me strong, you call me weak,
  But still your secrets I will keep
  You took for granted all the times I never let you down
  You stumbled in and bumped your head
  If not for me then you would be dead
  I picked you up and put you back on solid ground
  
  If I go crazy then will you still
  Call me Superman
  If I'm alive and well, will you be
  There holding my hand
  I'll keep you by my side with
  My superhuman might
  Kryptonite
  
  Yeah!
  
  
  Hammerfall
  » At The End Of The Rainbow
  
  
  
  As long as I remember
  We've marched across this land
  Oh, oh...
  Reached for a new horizon
  Pulled by the killing hand
  Oh, oh...
  All fed up with lies
  The Time has come
  To Break these chains and fly
  Here we stand, bound forever more
  We're out of this world, until the end
  Here we are, mighty, glorious
  At The End Of The Rainbow
  With gold in our hands
  We know the treasure lies
  Beyond the pouring rain
  Oh, oh...
  Our quest will last forever
  For It's all the same
  Oh, oh...
  No one can deny
  Our future's set
  To Reach above the sky
  Here we stand, bound forever more
  We're out of this world, until the end
  Here we are, mighty, glorious
  At The End Of The Rainbow
  With gold in our hands
  Let's fly away through the rain
  Fly high, to ease the burning pain
  Oh, the colours fading out
  The light is shining in the night
  It's up to you, it's worth the fight
  Search before the colours fade
  Here we stand, bound forever more
  We're out of this world, until the end
  Here we are, mighty, glorious
  At The End Of The Rainbow
  With gold in our hands
  
  
  Ride the ligtning
  
  
  
  Guilty as charged
  But damn it, it ain't right
  There is someone else controlling me
  
  Death in the air
  Strapped in the electric chair
  This can't be happening to me
  
  Who made you God to say
  "I'll take your life from you!"
  
  Flash before my eyes
  Now it's time to die
  Burning in my brain
  I can feel the flames
  
  Wait for the sign
  To flick the switch of death
  It's the beginning of the end
  
  
  Sweat, chilling cold
  As I watch death unfold
  Consciousness my only friend
  
  My fingers grip with fear
  What I am doing here?
  
  Flash before my eyes
  Now it's time to die
  Burning in my brain
  I can feel the flames
  
  Someone help me
  Oh please God help me
  They are trying to take it all away
  I don't want to die
  
  Time moving slowly
  The minutes seem like hours
  The final curtain call I see
  
  How true is this?
  Just get it over with
  If this is true, just let it be
  
  Wakened by the horrid cream
  Freed from the frightening dream
  
  Flash before my eyes
  Now it's time to die
  Burning in my brain
  I can feel the flames
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