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MUSIC
slušam fucking black metal,onda folk,thrash,
death,heavy,speed,power,doom...
amon amarth
norther
korpiklaani
ensiferum
behemoth
carpathian forest
bloodbath
anorexia nervosa
children of bodom
cradle of filth
mayhem
dark throne
morbid angel
marduk
napalm death
emperor
death
cannibal corpse
deicide
dimmu borgir
enslaved
bathory
venom
in flames
eluveitie
gorgoroth
vader
my dying bride
korn
immortal
kreator
pantera
slayer
megadeth
anthrax
sepultura
satyricon
turisas
wintersun
marduk
therion
sirenia
tristania
carcass
dissection
machinehead
sodom
fear factory
devil driver
hipocrisy
pain
creed
sonata arctica
kataklysm
obituary
exodus
the crown
him
iced earth
marylin manson...ima ih još
pun kurac
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
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 feeding more and more
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......
HIM-DARK LIGHT
Shivers run through the spine
Of hope as she cries
the poison tears of a life denied
In the raven black night
Holding hands with
Dark light
Come shine in her lost heart tonight
And blind
All fears that haunt her
With your smile
Dark Light
In oblivion's garden
Her body's on fire
Writhing towards the angel defiled
To learn how to die
In peace with her God
Dark light
Come shine in her lost heart tonight
And blind
All fears that haunt her with
Your smile
Dark Light...
ENSIFERUM- GOBLIN'S DANCE
Once in the time of chaos,
of sunless days and of unhappiness.
The statue of the triumphant master
stood proud and grim.
In the light of three descending moons,
in twisted and cracked open.
Unleashing the Goblin King
once again, for the last time.
CHORUS 1:
"Now the Victory is ours !"
"Let us dance the dance of Immortals"
CHORUS 2:
They shrieked, as they marched
up and down the hills,
in the sighing face of earth
Misfortune and Chaos,
Grief and Destruction.
The works of Dreaming evil,
and the joy of unholiness.
No soul was left alone,
in the mayhem of the human race,
"Hahahahaa!!!. Let us joy. Let us dance!!!"
So they danced their macabre dances
REPEAT CHORUS 1
From the three ascending moons,
moonshine was spilling onto the ground,
Gruesome trophies were all around
In the halls of the Goblin King
REPEAT CHORUS 1,2
SATYRICON- POSSESSED
Mourning the decay
Bitter ungodly enemy
Cast into heavy woe
Left in the corner of the world (we are possessed)
Out of the maze, with clearsight - at the brink of one's abyss
Out of the maze, with clearsight - cold eyes at the world
Out of the maze, with clearsight - disbelief and scorn
Out of the maze, with clearsight - not poisoned by your fraud (we are possessed)
The realisation of the position
No longer vulnerable
Having played the music no one could understand
Serenade to the devil's den - He, the final frontier!
Defaming judgement
Upon the starving souls
Mourning self-made pestilence
Cannon fodder for the
Apocalypse
A haunt for every unclean spirit
Lord of the flies or kingdom of death
Circle the prey, show them your eyes,
They bear witness of centuries of might
Predecessor who blessed us with grace
In sempiternal fight
Excessive aggression -
Fire is the definite sign of rebirth!
The elders' electrons channelled through you
Carried by thy night Supremacy
Born to win this battle, defeat is the tongue
Of the whore.....
HAMMERFALL-NATURAL HIGH
Last night I had a vivid dream.
I found a place where nothing’s what it seems.
I’m bound to walk this earth alone.
I am a hunter and the heir to the throne.
The chase of blood and sweet revenge.
It keeps on hammering in my head.
The urge to kill is getting stronger.
I’m south of heaven, north of hell.
My final place to rest.
Surrender your soul.
Surrender your pride.
Please enter my dream.
Find your natural high.
You’ve got nothing to fear.
Cause your rebirth is near.
The battle rages deep inside.
No where to run for my eternal bride.
And when the darkness comes around.
I come alive cause, glorious we, by blood I am bound.
I taste your blood so bitter sweet.
Come ease my pain get on your knees.
You know throughout is meant to be.
Forever missed out what it seems.
This is your final scream.
Surrender your soul.
Surrender your pride.
Please enter my dream.
Find your natural high.
You’ve got nothing to fear.
Cause your rebirth is near.
So you are born again.
To a higher plane.
In my dark lair you’re part of the game.
Forever we are, forever we’ll be.
We’re forever free.
[Solo: Stephan]
[Solo: Oscar]
Surrender your soul.
Surrender your pride.
Please enter my dream.
Find your natural high.
You’ve got nothing to fear.
Cause your rebirth is near..
-žensko
-22.7.1989 u zg
-18 god
-gimnazija u zg
-družim se s metalcima,darkerima i rockerima
-izlazim u zvuk,mochvaru,melin,purgeraj,praćka,boogaloo,runa....itd
-slušam metal sve vrste i tu i tamo nešt malo grunge-a
-imam crnu kosu do ramena
-zelene oči
-170, 58 kg
-nosim uglavnom crno s lancima;
marte,kožna jakna..itd...hehe
-u slobodno vrijeme slikam,vozim skejt,bic,gledam horore,
slušam mjuzu 24 sata na dan........
-jedem
-i have a tattoo
-piercing
omiljena boja-crna
naj jelo-sve osim kelja,ananasa i
ostalih tropskih sranja
volim dečke s dugom kosom,
al moraju imat nešt u glavi
OBOŽAVAM-ville vallo-a
Alexi Laiho-a, Chrisa Cornella,Eddie Veddera
Shagratha....ima ih još pun kurac
PREZIREM- my chemical romance i ostala EMO sranja
od koji poželiš crknut na naj okrutniji moući način.
to je to.
pozdraf!!!!!!!
Burzum began in 1991 as a prominent and influential Norwegian black metal act by Varg Vikernes (born Kristian Vikernes). Originally, he used the pseudonym Count Grishnackh. Burzum has played a key role in the musical development of black metal, while Vikernes has also archived a level of infamy for himself and the genre at large. Vikernes was convicted of the murder of Mayhem guitarist Řystein Aarseth (who is also known by the stage name "Euronymous") and additionally for the arson of several churches.
Burzum's early music shows a moderate Tolkien influence; for example, the name Count Grishnackh is taken from an orc character called Grishnákh in Tolkien's works. The choice of the name for the project reflects both this influence and the desire for anonymity: "Burzum" is a word of the Black Speech of Mordor meaning "darkness" (though Vikernes believes that Pagans consider it to mean "light" as opposed to how Christians consider it to mean "darkness"), and is one of those found on the Ring-inscription of the One Ring (the final part of the Ring inscription being "...agh burzum-ishi krimpatul", "...and in the darkness bind them"). Some of Burzum's early songs featured titles like "En Ring Til Ĺ Herske" ("One Ring To Rule"); however, Vikernes later explained this to be a reference to the Rheingold of Norse mythology rather than to Tolkien's works, which themselves owe some debt to Norse mythology. As he continued to release albums, Vikernes' attraction to Norse mythology and Pagan beliefs became more and more apparent. Much of Burzum's later music focuses on Norse legends, especially his most recent two ambient albums: Dauđi Baldrs, which deals exclusively with the legend of the death of Baldr, and Hliđskjálf, which recounts the death of Wotan and the approach of Ragnarök.
Musically, Burzum has progressed from primitive, raw black metal to classical-influenced ambient music characterised by minimalist tendencies and dark atmospheres. Vikernes' music is characterised by hypnotic repetition and simple yet profound song structures; this trademark sound has been present on Burzum's black metal and electronic albums alike. Vikernes has described Burzum as a kind of "spell" or recreation of an imaginary world tied in with Pagan history. Each album, he claims, was designed as a kind of "spell" in itself, with each beginning song intending to make the listener more susceptible to "magick", the following songs to inspire a "trance-like state of mind", and the last song to carry the listener into a "world of fantasy" (dreams, for the listener would fall asleep - Burzum was supposed to have been evening music). Vikernes claims the intent to create this fantasy world came from dissatisfaction with the real world. He has stated the "message" of Burzum can be found in the lyrics of the first song of the first album (Feeble Screams From Forests Unknown); the following lyrics act as footnotes.
Currently, Vikernes is in prison for the murder of former musician Řystein Aarseth (Euronymous of Mayhem), as well as the arson of several Christian Churches in Norway, which were previously pagan halls. Vikernes is suspected to have taken part in various other crimes, and was believed to have been planning another church burning at the time of his arrest (police found 100 kg of explosives in his home)[citation needed]. According to Vikernes himself: "...the claim I had plans to blow up churches with my dynamite is from 1994, and was made by a guy working for the police. That was the first time I ever heard of such plans, simply because I have never had any such plans." In 2004 during a week long release from prison, he failed to be back in the preordained time. Some days later he was found riding in a stolen Volvo car, which contained an unloaded AG3 automatic rifle, a handgun, numerous large knives, a gas mask, camouflage clothing, a laptop, a compass, a Global Positioning System, various maps and a fake passport (it is thought that Vikernes came to be in possession of this equipment by means of a military barracks). Thirteen months were added to his sentence as a result.
I have also experienced most of the people supporting me or what I stand for are so-called "Nazis" - while almost everybody else has just condemned me and then boycotted me and everything I have done. What makes me different from the "Nazis" are basically three things; unlike them I am not socialistic (not even on a national level), I am not materialistic and I believe in (the ancient Scandinavian!) democracy.
Varg has stated on burzum.org that "he laughs at people who call him a Nazi" because it is "simply not true", claiming that his earlier connections as a Nazi-like figure was that he tried to describe his ideas and used a politically incorrect or "generalised" term. He also has a good opinion/admiration on the Slavs and their culture. Burzum is often mistakenly labeled as National Socialist black metal (NSBM) because of Varg's ideologies (which are seen as racist), despite the fact Burzum has no National Socialist lyrics. In fact, the only line pertaining to race is from "My Journey to the Stars", which is not racist per se as it illustrates war.
Vikernes has also been labeled a Satanist due to his connections with Mayhem, his anti-Christianity and dark lyrics and one of his songs pertaining to Satan ("Dominus Sathanas"). However, Vikernes also states on burzum.org he never believed in Satanism due to his perception of it being a Judeo-Christian concept and at the time he labeled himself as a Satanist he was under Euronymous' influence and very impressionable. He also believes Satanism is a capitalist concept due to so many black metal bands using it. Vikernes claims he is exclusively Pagan/Odalist.
Many of the Burzum albums feature illustrations by the Norwegian 19th century artist Theodor Kittelsen (1857-1914).
