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Slobodno stvaralaštvo, istine i laži, razmišljanja i percepcije, fantazija i stvarnost ............
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21 godina, propali student ekonomije.... trenutno nezaposlen.
Hobiji glazba (gitara, klavijature, rad na nekim prograncicima Nuendo npr.), ludi provodi, pička, pisanje.
Mrzim vas sve, ali volim vaše kčeri i žene.
Slušam sve i svašte, ali cajke i turbofolk ne.
Volim Beethovena, Vivaldija, Mozarta
Metal: Necrophagist, Spawn of possession, Dethklok, God Dethroned, Metalica, Sickening Horror, Circus Maximus, Sleep Terror, Opeth, Cannibal Corpse.......
Rock: Pink Floyd, ZZ top, AC/DC, Motorhead........
God Dethroned - Soul Capture 1562 (Bloody Blasphemy album)
They're never silent, the seas, on which we sail. Longing for distant shores
we cannot find. The weather's bad and we need shelter. But our captain sails
on and on. I dare you God to challenge me. On these wild and stormy seas. I
challenge you to sink this ship. But your powers weak and I will win. And
then a spirit appears on deck. The captain he commands 'Leave this ship'. The
spirit remains frozen, the captain shoots. But his gun explodes in his hands.
The spirit laughs. I curse thee captain. And your ship to wander the earth.
And all the souls you'll ever engage. Won't live long enough to tell the tale.
[lead - Jens]
From the ivory coast to the West indies I've sailed. And I was there to ship
the slaves to their destiny. The seas have never been too rough for me. But
this time I must admit it's beyond insanity. I dare you God to challenge me.
On these wild and stormy seas. A spirit spoke, a spirit cursed this ship. To
dwell eternally. The spirits of the universe have gathered to watch me bleed.
And when this curse will ever leave I don't know. I never believed in demons
or in witchery. Well they are here they've taken my soul.
I dare you God to challenge me. On these wild and stormy seas. A spirit spoke,
a spirit cursed this ship. To dwell eternally. Across the seven seas, she
dwells eternally. Across the seven seas, she dwells eternally. Help me, join me.
On my endless voyage.
Soul capture. 1562.
Necrophagist - Fermented Offal Discharge (onset of putrefaction)
The casket is exhumed, turfs piled beside the grave
A stagnant mass awaits me, deep in the gloom
The boxes lids I open, distraught desecrating
The fumes are penetrating, I am eructating... I vomit...
I initiate eager exhuming despite bad scents...
I dig up cold earth, exhumed turfs I disperse...
I initiate eager exhuming despite bad scents...
The open casket reveals the rot
Into weak stomach I slide my hands
Intensifying fumes I like to snort
Colon and small intestine
Sliced and ripped out of the foul body
Duodenum I minch - all should be treated equal
Rotten stool and urine
Spurt out of fermented organs
I discharged and raped - putrified giblets disembowel
Decrepit spleen and pancreas I've torn and gutted
I eviscerate stomach and cysts
Liver is torn and twisted - turning inside out
A fermented offal discharge - Disembowel...
Evacuated offal hastily wrapped in bags
As basic for my culinary...
Putrefied internal fragments,
Fermented offal discharge...
