Mother North

19.03.2006., nedjelja

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Već mi sve počinje ič tako na živce, osobito one nadobudne osobe koje idu okolo i seru ostalime, nešto nevjervovatno.Kad je zabava na niskoj razini u nekom meni stranom (kul) društvu, pjave se seronje koje sve...zaseru!To su oni umišljeni kreteli ala. skinjare ili „domoljubi“ znaš ono „Škoro, Thompson, bog i Gotovina“, ma idi u vražiju mater nacionalistu.Zato ne volim mjesta di se skuplja više ljudi, zato nevolimdosta ljudi koji moji prijatelji smatraju prijateljima (ok to sam jedan razlog), zato nevolim kul ekipe, nemam povjerenja u ljude u koje moji najbolji prijatelji i najdrža osoba na svijetu imaju povjerenja, mrzim sva ta sranja: neka odvajanja, sitničarenja, neku „urbanu kulturu“ i šta ja znam!

"The more I look at people ,the more I hate them...."

Po sisku ima malo takvih kretena, ali ih ipak ima, neznam kak je tek po zagrebu.Ja mentalno bljujem kad vidim sminkere i cajkere kak se preseravaju, kao i „alternativce“ koji čine isto, to je ona filozofija „napij se ko bukva i onda si zakon/muško/kul ili nešto treče...ma aj u vraćiju mater, glupo je to sve.Još kad dođu oni kreteni koji se vole tuč i prijete drugima zbog „rasnih razlika“ (rase=punkeri,sminkeri,metalci,alternativci i ina ostala govna u kojima se vidimo), hvataju ljude 3 puta maje od sebe za vrat, prijete i seru curama bez razloga (poglavito ono jučer- crkni, treba nac nekog ko ce natuc odredene seljačine, il nac nekog s jednim ljepim „stapicem“ kojeg si prizeljkujem mwahaha) , neko bi trebo crknut

"The more I look at people ,the more I hate them...."

Ljudi su budale, to sam davno zaključio što manje izlazim na neka mjesta puna budala il s nekim kul društvancem u koje se uopće ne uklapam, najbolje skupit 2-5 osoba i otić negdje sam na miru gdje te niko nece zajebavat, uzivat u zvijezdama ili u HLADNOCI (hmmmm!), negdje gdje sam skriven od pogleda, daleko od budala, s nekim normalnim, s nekom finom pivom i linijom, ili nac se s nekim i jednostavno pricat, bez cilja, utopljen mislima, pricat, pricat, pricat....(zašto se neke stvari događaju, zaš sve mora bit kak je)...al uglavnom, ja često donosim krive odlike koje ,makar je jucerasnji dogadaj debilan, me uzasno nazivciraju, ali netreba se na to obazirat...odjebite svi, mrzim glupe ljude, idiote, preseratore i nadasve zakon ekipe koje dodu na rokic (koji je sranje btw.) u motoristickim jaknicama i deru narodnjake, i nadasve sve one „punkere“ koji su se pojavili po sisku, osobito medu generacijom prvih razreda, gadite mi se, 98% vas mi se gadi!!!!!Budite kul cugajte partijajte, serite drugima preseravajte se...e pošalji ego na djetu, prevelik je!!!

"The more I look at people ,the more I hate them...."


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NAVODIM ZYKLON-B IZ NEKIH RAZLOGA KOJI SU UPUCENIMA OCITI (za ne upucene: Zyklo-B je glazbeno utjelovljenje extrema i mizantropije)

za seronje: nisam mizantrop, necu se ubit, nisam strasan , nisam suicida, nisam opsjednut smrcu i sl...samo volim black i pagan black metal ,hehe
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Mother North

Mother north - how can they sleep while their beds are burning ?
Mother north - your fields are bleeding

Memories...The Invisible Wounds
pictures that enshrine your throne gone

A Future benighted still they are blind
Pigeonhearted beings of flesh and blood
keeps closing their eyes for the dangers that threat...ourselves and our
nature
And that is why
they all enrage me

Sometimes in the dead of the night I mesmerize my soul
Sights and visions prophecies and horror
they all come in one

Mother north - united we stand (together we walk)
Phantom north - I'll be there when you hunt them down

Inace slusam:
Avantgarde Metal (Arcturus, In The Woods...)
Black Metal(emperor i ostalo)
Pagan black metal(Negura bunget, pagan forest...)
Ambiental(Burzum, Desiderii marginis)
Darkwave(In Slaughter Natives,Dargaard)
Neoclassic(Elend...)


PLAYLIST:

Negura Bunget-OM
Ved Buens Ende- Writen in waters
Arcturus-La Masquerade Infernale
Drudkh-autumn aurora
Darkthrone-Soulside Journey
Ulver-Predition city
Sun Of the Sleepless/Nachtmahr-Split
Ulver-Bergtatt
Summoning-Stronghold
Empyrium-Wieland
Darkthrone-the cult is alive
Emperor-IX Equilibrium
Igor Stravinsky-Le sacre du primiteps
Zyklon-Aeon
Vinterriket/Northaunt-Split
Bergthron-Jagdheim
Ulver-Kveldsjenger
Negura Bunget-'n crugu bradului
Zyklon-B-lood must be shed


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Pagan forest,fenomenalan band

Emperor-An Elegy of icaros

Icaros, I dare you
For I possess the wings of faith
Though, heavy on my shoulders
(No measurement can prove their weight)
Still, a burden they are not to me
I am the challenger of gravity

The fear is not the fate I seek
My destiny will build upon the mighty turbulence beyond
If I fall, I will rise again

Some of envy
Some of fear
Admonish by the graves of those who fell
Praise the fool that pure of heart leaps off your finger
Into grace

Icaros, your voice once melted
Into the choir of the fallen ones
I have heard, I have seen the purity of their song

Icaros
Your fate embrace
A manifold of angels
I summon thee from shattered graves
And call upon the wind
Receive my bow of reverence
Then spread your wings and fly into oblivion

In The Woods...-In the Woods

Pagan myths from the deep, eternal forests.
A true malancholic atmosphere,
Haunts this hidden world.
Where men, for hundreds of years,
Have immortalized their cult.


Burzum-Burzum

When night falls
she cloaks the world
in impenetrable darkness.
A chill rises
from the soil
and contaminates the air
suddenly...
life has new meaning.


Ulver-Wolf & Destiny



Nu har han ey meer sin Drackt
Saa rřd som Viin & Blod
Fro Viin & Blod vaer paa hans Haand
Ved Sćngen der han stood
Hos Liiget aff sin elskede
Dend Stund man fandt de to

Arcturus-Ad astra

I have everywhere sought
and nowhere found
So I lift the bleedin` bodkin
And thrust the grief deepest in

The gleaming bodies of infinite skies
Have for my spirit
The cold charm
Of death`s welcoming eyes
In secret to my soul
They are Ideals of old


Darkthrone-Alle gegen Alle

Demented anemic minions
Fuelled on crack propaganda
It's allright to love yourself
If you hate yourself

Alle gegen alle
Extract magic
Inflict havoc

Iconize yourself
Become a statue
So easily crushed
Watching the spoon glow

Alle gegen alle
Extract magic
Inflict havoc

Slay the dormant
stonesucking leech
Sing along to the bombs
ALLE GEGEN ALLE




Arcturus-Of Nails And Sinners

("I know that without me God cannot live a moment;
If I am destroyed He must give up the ghost"
-Angelus Silesius)

I beseech you, God to whom many sinners pray
From the depth of the dark abyss where my heart fell
Expelled I was from your tedious grace to the pits of hell

So can please cease to deplore my opposite, may only way
For aeons I descended down
Till I saw the dreadful truths
of which man wouldn't know
I, degraded bearer of thy sacred light
- to which I never again will bow
When I rise to avenge myself with darkness
The anger of the damned shall flow

I was cast out by the retinue of angels weak
Shone to the few who me would seek

A rebel I was, radiant my glow, afar,
My wisdom fathomed by the morningstar

And O your fools, in herdlike fright, stampede
And when creation falls, you must build anew,
With nails that sting My hands -
They grow passionate on a lie
But You know the veracious one was I



J.R.R.Tolkien-Farewell Song of the Elves

Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away ere break of day
Far over wood and mountain tall.

To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell,
Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
And whither then we cannot tell.

With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.

We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!



JESENJE VEČE

Olovne i teške snove snivaju
Oblaci nad tamnim gorskim stranama;
Monotone sjene rijekom plivaju,
Žutom rijekom među golim granama.

Iza mokrih njiva magle skrivaju
Kućice i toranj; sunce u ranama
Mre i motri kako mrke bivaju
Vrbe, crneći se crnim vranama.

Sve je mračno, hladno; u prvom sutonu
Tek se slute ceste, dok ne utonu
U daljine slijepe ljudskih nemira.

Samo gordi jablan lisjem suhijem
Šapće o životu mrakom gluhijem,
Kao da je samac usred svemira.


(oh, the melancholy)


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