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 | От хуёвых не теку. От хороших можно себе позволить.  "ты - грамотный пидорг" - комплимент или оскорбление? (с) TDM
 Макс, вот скажи, ты про морковку на вопрос "Это разве хер?" тоже отвечаешь "А почему нет? По длине любому херу не уступит"? (с) MeatWolf
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 | OldVyaine wrote:Слово в сочетании с музыкой даёт синергический эффект.
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 | О, поднял тему. Что бы я без тебя делал.
 У Дракониан с лирикой приблизительно та же ситуация, что и с музыкой - пенис. С иногда проскакивающей посредственностью (ну ладно, музыка в целом получше текстов). И поэтому когда словарная посредственность накладывается на редкие вспышки музыкальной НЕпосредственности, то это запоминается надолго. Либо же просто тот случай, когда банально и вторично, но именно это и хорошо, именно это и надо:
 
 She Dies
 
 The cold wind blew into my life, my adored.
 A bleeding heart we share, now on Azrael's wings.
 I fall like autumn rain...
 You are my everything.
 This lovelorn kiss of death in lugubrious silence
 Dawn breaks open like a wound... and the dreadful sun
 Two souls entwined together,
 Still so alone.
 Both you and I are shattered
 And frozen in stone.
 You begged for air from within this cold tomb with pain sharp as a knife
 I now lie resting like a child on thy womb, gave back a part of my life.
 For a while it had disappeared, but nothing was changed.
 A haze fell forever with her fading life.
 I leaned my head back... then drank of opaline.
 The emerald goddess came to me... she craved my soul
 And just for a while... I had forgotten.
 Yes, it was all forgotten, but nothing was changed.
 Suddenly a cold breeze blew across our room...
 I felt like I wanted to leave... this world with her.
 Come; drink with me the divine nectar of Olympus!
 Sit beside me and help defy our adversity and loss...
 This adversity and loss. It all ends with you!
 I kiss you in your dying breath; sleeping quietly now.
 Swept away by heavy eyelids; forever in my dreams...
 And you will be safe in my dearest dreams...
 My love... forever in my dearest dreams.
 "ты - грамотный пидорг" - комплимент или оскорбление? (с) TDM
 Макс, вот скажи, ты про морковку на вопрос "Это разве хер?" тоже отвечаешь "А почему нет? По длине любому херу не уступит"? (с) MeatWolf
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 | MaxStajner wrote:та же ситуация, что и с музыкой - пенис
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 | Не в контексте этой группы. К тому же, это слово ещё ЗеЛав упоминал относительно Срении.  "ты - грамотный пидорг" - комплимент или оскорбление? (с) TDM
 Макс, вот скажи, ты про морковку на вопрос "Это разве хер?" тоже отвечаешь "А почему нет? По длине любому херу не уступит"? (с) MeatWolf
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 | В связке с клипом только надо читать, раздельно - хуерга: Eyes Of The Insane
 A soldier's heart
 Reflecting back at me
 I keep seeing mutilated faces
 Even in my dreams
 Distorted images
 Flashing rapidly
 Psychotically abusing me
 Devouring my brain
 
 The eyes of the insane
 On a demented campaign
 
 Tortured spirits
 Will not let me rest
 These thoughts of mutilated faces
 Completely possessed
 Fragmented images
 Flashing rapidly
 Psychotically abusing me
 Whirling through my head
 
 Shellshocked
 Battle fatigue
 Overwhelming anxiety
 Flashbacks
 Panic attacks
 Death raising it's ugly face at me!
 
 Got to make it stop
 Can't take it any more
 They're all dead
 Keep haunting me
 They just keep coming back for more!
 
 The eyes of the insane
 On a demented campaign
 Flashbacks
 Panic attacks
 Death raising it's ugly face at me!
 
 Got to make it stop
 Can't take it any more!
 Death's face keeps haunting me
 And just keeps coming back for more!
 
 Got to make it stop
 Can't take it any more!
 Death's face keeps haunting me
 And just keeps coming back for more!
 
 A soldier
 Of misfortune
 I owe my pain and suffering
 To this hell
 These demons
 Ripping through my soul
 Evil's relentless hostility
 Won't let me sleep
 
 Shellshocked
 Battle fatigue
 Devastating insanity
 Flashbacks
 Panic attacks
 Death's rotting
 He's coming for me!!
"ты - грамотный пидорг" - комплимент или оскорбление? (с) TDM
 Макс, вот скажи, ты про морковку на вопрос "Это разве хер?" тоже отвечаешь "А почему нет? По длине любому херу не уступит"? (с) MeatWolf
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 | Вспомнил тут внезапно про песню группы Dub Buk «Свиное ухо», текст которой и по сей день вызывает у меня дегенератский восторг. Свиное ухо кишкой сопит,Лиловым брюхом жует и ссыт,
 Помои копит, боготворит клопов обид.
 
 Приспособленец подсчет ведет,
 Сухую ветку, как х** трясет.
 Иллюв(з?)ий хвалит, не осмеет гнилой приплод.
 
 Сталь шилом шьет,
 Дым ядом жжет,
 Плоть солит плеть,
 В такт жизни – смерть.
 
 Сам ашкеназ изобрел жмущий газ
 Сам морщит нос, сам шипит: «Холокост!»
 Сам обскубал, снарядил, навязал,
 Сам топчет гнид, сам кричит: «Геноцид!».
 
 Цель шинкаря – на*бать бунтаря.
 Не устает, как сосал, так сосет.
 Не опознать, то ли клещ, то ли блядь.
 Залп! Потекло… Требуху отсекло!
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 | Ion Dissonance, альбом Solace . Как всегда не могу выделить что-либо одно: O.A.S.D
 A quick snap and that was it...
 After we've shared a moment, after I held you tight in my arms, after I told you how beautiful you are.
 
 And after I had one too many whiskies and got emotional.
 
 You've just experienced the cruel honesty of the Now.
 A look upon your careless virgin body from the upper balcony
 And I knew this flawless silver surface had to be mine.
 
 I had a huge confirmation growing in my pants pressing me to go on
 
 With the said deed
 Drive by a lust close to animal instincts,
 (But since there's no disrespect, this is wrong and I'm sorry.),
 I'm sorry...so sorry
 
 I reacted before any kind of conscience
 Would pollute the uniqueness of the event.
 
 I can't help it, the sensation is too high,
 The climax, is perfect...
 After two weeks of legitimate abstinence,
 It had to be settled somehow?
 
 Yeah I heard the rumours too,
 The ones stipulating that I've lost my reason on the account of lust...
 
 I'm afraid I'll have to confirm that to the proper authorities very soon.
 
 As for you love;
 Look on the bright side child, you'll never grow old
 So how come to me, you are still so very cold
 
 She's Strychnine
 
 Like the Snake in Eden, only more slippery & deceitful
 
 You're poison girl!
 I could've swallowed you...
 
 Seeking the proximity; to be under your flesh,
 Flower of flesh and blood, I wanted to be your blooming
 
 I felt empty the minute you walked away from me...
 
 Right now;
 I miss just everything about her,
 The fragrance all around her neck,
 The way she moves, fuck yeah,
 Those tight panties...
 
 I can't wait to strip you down!
 
 You're a monument of aesthetic,
 Instead of glorifying (you), I'll re-arrange your pretty smile
 An icon to be adorned, you make me sick!
 With a rusty cleaver, I'll be the new Da Vinci
 Whore, Poisonous, Wine, Strychnine!
 
 You please yourself in the collecting of wrecks of men
 Who've fallen under your charms.
 Between these luscious legs, a graveyard,
 Has became quite a populous Nation
 
 But I simply won't give in,
 As I have seen beyond the cruelty of your looks,
 Risen from the ashes of my love life,
 I aim to see you suffer...
 
 And I desecrate everything that has been given...
 To you, as natural weapons, against my will
 
 Weapons that you so skilfully use everyday, you call this justice?
 
 To be the one, that will show you that tomorrow's morning glory is gonna be tainted
 
 And simply won't happen, ever again
 As sunrise is no more,
 And so are you!
 
 Shut Up, I'm Trying To Worry
 
 It's 3:57 in the morning, I know it 'cause I just passed by a payphone that told me so.
 It caught my attention because it rang about 3 or 4 times, I'm not sure?
 (Anyway... I didn't answer...)
 
 I was way too drunk and lost into "Ulver's Perdition City"
 To truly acknowledge what was going on.
 
 And prior to that particular insignificance, I had lost all senses of time & space
 
 (I'm alone and the subway docks are empty, completely deserted by the Metropolis's natives
 Closing my eyes for a second, I could've sworn I heard tumbleweeds, rolling on the other side of the track... )
 
 Then I saw a girl, only a child to my poor tired eyes,
 Running after what might have been fragments of my life...
 Porcelain doll, a permanent scar on the smooth face of Depression.
 
 (The phone is ringing again, breaking trough my illusions,
 Leaving me to witness an impenetrable view upon boredom itself.
 Could this call save me?
 Is it salvation on the other end of the line?
 Or just a mere attempt to disturb my concentration?
 Still, this will have to wait.)
 
 It shines; I'm sore and inspired...
 Scribbled upon the wall, you can easily read; Amy was here, 07-12-1980
 Answering, I simply wrote back; Hope was here... and quickly left, 02-10-2005
 
 I've narrowed it down to its simplest core.
 And I know what's required of me now...
 There are no parallels in my mind... no subtleties.
 
 And how come this phone is still ringing?
 It'll be the last time and I'll still ignore it completely.
 
 For once I think I'll be noticed, by doing something concrete & visible,
 As of tomorrow... hundreds of humans will be late for work.
"ты - грамотный пидорг" - комплимент или оскорбление? (с) TDM
 Макс, вот скажи, ты про морковку на вопрос "Это разве хер?" тоже отвечаешь "А почему нет? По длине любому херу не уступит"? (с) MeatWolf
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 | Вспомнил внезапно, что у великого ансамбля Major Parkinson  очень крутые люриксы. На ютубе ущербная версия какая-то, поэтому шлягер тут (вроде должно работать):https://open.spotify.com/embed?uri=spot ... 8DYaZGLQKf But hey, what could I do? I was eating more than I could chew. Now those cavities are swelling. They’re bursting in a bubble of champagne, but I have painted the house, I have organized the furniture in alphabetical order and my carpet’s made of cashmere. It’s so clean. Hey, what can I say? I just hate those barber cues in May, cause when the summer dress is waving, it makes me all remember who I am. Still my porch is symmetrical, my teeth are white, the lawn is green, my kids believe in God and my pool is full of chlorine. Clean. Boom!! Out of the blue, the past comes sneaking out on you. Dogs are lurking in the alley, cause somebody caught you digging in the dirt. And you can’t figure out where to get the cleaning products for this job. It’s a job, but there will always be a last stain of blood. In a rush you are burning down your house. You change your name a thousand times, but they will recognize your face and appearance, and your parents they will give you to the cops. Yes, no one says a murder is easy but murder is a job, it’s a job, but there will always be a last stain of blood. Tell me, tell me now, tell me, tell me, tell me. What will you do when the murder gets to you? Tell me now, tell me, tell me, tell me. What will you do when the murderer gets to you? Did you do that? Did you put him in the trunk of the Chevy? Is he heavy to carry? Do you have equipment in the bag? Yes, as a matter of fact I brought everything you need for: Rococo chopping, body wrapping, ankle strapping, body cracking, higher learning, lawyer burning, cold suspicion, inquisition, body heat acceleration, heart attack or simulation, papers for the preparation. Daddy’s got a plan. Dig a little deeper, dig a little deeper, dig a little deeper. Deeper! Deeper! Deeper! Tell me, tell me now, tell me, tell me tell me. What will you do when the murder gets to you? Tell me now, tell me, tell me, tell me. What will you do when the murderer gets the truth? I feel abused and disabled and my mind is never stable. In the twist, I’m a tango or a TV pay fandango and the words that I trust is a require for request. If a man’s making money he is better than the rest. I’m a whore! I’m a whore! It is what I do best. And the two-headed hammer on the dead man’s chest is economy, pure and simple interests, And we’re all together in it, if you’re out then you have to pay the price. Tell me, tell me now, tell me, tell me tell me. What will you do when the murder gets to you? Tell me now, tell me, tell me, tell me. What will you do when the murderer gets the truth? |  |  
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 | Я уже кажется писал здесь, насколько меня восхищает раннее творчество Адор Дорат, но не упоминал про их тексты. Всем Умберто Эко в этом треде:Ador Dorath -- Rosa I thought that I was On the beginning of a journey I thought that I understood The rose in bloom. Because a Rose is a Rose. And when I had the secret within the reach Something inside me became quiet, I was struck dumb. "Nothing does not exist" Sounded in the space The words were of purple color And I recollected That the world was made of fire There is no need for words Even though we have read the signs Even though we deciphered the alphabet Even though we have revealed the omen There is no choice but to be silent "The order that your mind imagines is like a net, or like a ladder Built to attain something But afterwards you must Throw the ladder away Because you discover that Even if it was useful It was meaningless... The only things that are useful Are instruments to be thrown"  Тексты на их дебютнике составляют какой-то оккультно-юнгианский концепт мифа-символа древних слоев подсознания и их поэтика по-моему очаровательна. Правда, проблема тут в явных грамматических ошибках, но на сайте они переведены на чешский (на котором очевидно были сочинены) и на нем звучат прекрасно. 1. 	Ubique Daemon 	Do you really think
 I'm what you take me for?
 Why?
 
 Ego ut dei minister
 Praecipio vobis
 spiritus immundi
 ut recedatis
 ab hac creatura dei
 
 But I'm not your pray!
 
 2. 	Arcana Artis
 
 3. 	Metamorphoses
 Here is a shrine at the end of the earth
 It is a heart a hidden cave
 It is an anger of metamorphosis
 
 A Snake is born in an oval cave
 Embryo of oaths thrust in blood
 He started to grow
 
 Till he saturated all prayers
 In the rising tide of the Moon
 He gave birth to the Last
 Without body and breath
 
 He wounded fatally
 the body of the shrine
 He ended the birth
 By consuming himself
 
 4. 	Garden of Earthly Pleasures
 When the sun gets drowned in a Lake
 When it drinks from the Lake bed
 When the vessel is filled
 The King will wash his hands
 
 Break the dike
 Open its mouth
 Drive the Larvae out
 Of Poison well
 Potions are made
 
 Fish without tail
 Queen Rat
 
 5. 	Circle
 Serpent made bed on Crystal Hill
 Apparation of Finalty took centuries
 When Sinner screamed
 Luna had a Laugh and urged the horses
 Why should she care about people
 Such a beauty has not been seen for ages
 Heart was written all over by blook till it went black
 
 Nothing left here
 But bare consonance
 Of Creator
 With forked tongue
 
 6. 	Adon Nin Edeleth Ador Dorath
 Luhram Amu Amu Dehr
 Mo Yen Sinze Ade Ere
 Chinsom Verged Adoreth
 Adoreth
 Tehigland Faleso
 Adon Nin Edeleth Ador Dorath
 Silemarar Chinson Ver Glend
 Chass
 Silemar Ju Ve Rars
 Faleso
 Mi Romar Luss Miruvrowa
 Mi Romar Luss Adorath
 
 7. 	Hail to Majesty
 Speak to us in a great movement of the sea
 Give us power
 Speak to us in a murmur
 Give us your wisdom
 High majesty who is mirrored in the depths
 Deep majesty who rises to the heights
 Lead us to immortality
 
 Oh constancy and motion
 Day swathed in Night
 Darkness veiled in Light
 
 Your breath gives and takes back form of everything
 You who fill the lives of the majestic
 And awake the shadown of the night
 You who fly on the wings of winds
 Neverending motion in eternal constancy
 
 Oh you elevated in a changing empire of shadows
 Reflections and pictures
 Let a shadow become a body Let spirit become soul
 Let dream become thought
 
 8. 	Rule of Nyx
 Beautiful Night
 Your attire covered the countryside and gave it shadows
 Only a few sparkling tears stayed on the sky
 You sing a silent song
 With bat's scream as refrain
 
 Beautiful Night
 Silver streams run to the empire
 Of wishes an ancient lusts
 Where sleeping wait for their time to come
 Voices of thousands of wishes are your crown
 
 Beautiful Night
 So charming for thousands of years
 I am closing my eyes and let
 Twilight of feelings
 Take me to the times when god in man
 Wooed the passions
 
 9. 	Pharmakopoeia
 I found a tree under the surface of the earth,
 I can hear whisper of its crown everywhere
 If I want.
 There is a bit of it in every corner of the earth
 I see it sometimes when I close my eyes
 Not always not for a long time
 
 World full of images disappearing in a moment
 World of vision in a space when time makes no sense
 Take a bit of the empire Fantastica
 
 Will is a chain we are climbing up
 One weak component can cause
 Fall into the abbys
 The Abbys is a labyrinth
 My fate, my power, my poison
 
 Our path is reptile's sleep
 Sleep of Amphibians
 Sleep with one eye open
 I creep into dreams with hidden alertness
 Dreaming without being subordinate
 Our path includes will
 
 I feel it when my heart starts to think
 Door of knowledge are opening
 I hope that it will never blind my eyes
 And mind
 By opening wide
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 | Play dead and I'll play along
 I was sitting alone again,
 (in a remote corner lit only by the frail dance of dying candles)
 Drinking, of course, when Perdition the Elder sat down.
 
 He had that weird smile upon his face
 And that fiery look he has when he's about to initiate a somewhat unusual conversation;
 
 "I am but a Plague..." he began to say,
 "I have studied Locustism for years now.
 I am like you, y'know. Human, a useless vermin?"
 
 He had a point, but still I felt like I had to reply something... anything,
 But he cut me right off;
 
 "...A slight change of posture, a loud muted noise from Above,
 And then came an Ego that was to be our own downfall..." he paused and stared at me for a moment.
 
 Thats when he suddenly pulled this huge magnum from his jacket
 And forced the wretched thing into my mouth, saying;
 
 "I am giving you a choice: Kill yourself or someone you love..."
 
 "The cold sensation of your clenched teetchs around a gun barrel
 And the warm salty taste of your own tears... thats my gift to you."
 
 "Play dead and I'll play along son..."
 "ты - грамотный пидорг" - комплимент или оскорбление? (с) TDM
 Макс, вот скажи, ты про морковку на вопрос "Это разве хер?" тоже отвечаешь "А почему нет? По длине любому херу не уступит"? (с) MeatWolf
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