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Pa sta ces kad i jedino Varg sve to ozbiljno shvata...

Nije jedini.Upoznao sam dosta ljudi, sto preko neta a sto uzivo koji dele isto misljenje.

 

A tekstovi poput What Once Was su, po meni, nesto najbolje.

 

Varg se ne trudi da bude zao i brutalan u tekstovima kao sto rade ostali pa se samo ponavljaju.

 

Tuistos Herz (Tuisto's Heart)

 

On the slope of a naked rock somewhere in Ska?inawjo - the isles

of Ska?is - a blonde, fur-clad man immortalises his memory of

Mannus, the oldest Ing. A large manlike shape is engraved in the

rock; bloodred in colour, with a large phallus.

His hands are stretching toward the sky. Mannus, the son of

Tuisto, made sure his tribe survived the cold north together with

his sons; Inguz, Herminuz and Istwo. Tuisto's heart is warmed by

the sight of his descendants; he knows the gods are not

forgotten. Then - he reasons - there is hope after all, for the

coming generations.

 

 

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ma da, i ne pise textove na klozetskoj solji...

 

ahhhh, ti neeeces da izzadjes, aa? ...the barbeque has just begun... crush - crush deathcrush... ah, jos malo ...a sudden crack as I crushed your skull.... arrrggh.....your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood.....aaahhh...

blood ...fire ....torture ...pain ...KILL mhihi.gif

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Marduk-Sulphur Souls

 

Praise hail Satan

 

Our wrath is about to be unleashed

Upon you - oh lord of goodness

For so long we have waited and believe us

The future will be a vast black memory on your grave

 

Behold

From our synagogue of Satan

We say to you

Black metal warriors of northern lands

Lift your swords up high

Let us praise

The horned one

The lord of the sulphur souls

 

The city walls of Babylon

Are now decorated with the bodies of your

Weak followers

Here they hang begging for our mercy

With a symbol of your teachings

We can't do nothing but hate

 

Behold

From our synagogue of Satan

We say to you

Do never lower your heads in awe

For a god so good and mild

Let us praise the one with black horns

 

Woe

Woe to you oh falling god

See how we scorn your work and worshippers

See how they hang in shameful nakedness

On the bloodstained walls of Babylon

 

The white sun bites us

But why be afraid

The bright morning star has turned black

Your empire is ruined oh god of life and light

And I am your Judas

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Pa sta ces kad i jedino Varg sve to ozbiljno shvata...

Varg to ozbiljno shvata zato sto Black metal za njega nije zajebancija kao recimo...za danyja, koji lupa gluposti o vampirima i kojekakvim droljama.

Stari textovi od cradla su OK ali noviji pukeface.gifpukeface.gifpukeface.gifpukeface.gif

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Sve od (black) Bathory-a

Ragnarok - Nocturnal Sphere

CoF - Suicide And Other Comforts

Gorgoroth - A World To Win

Dark Funeral - Bloodfrozen

Marduk - Blessed Unholy

Emperor - Empty

Summoning - Like Some Snow-White Marble Eyes

 

Mozda i nisu bas najbolji, aji ih puuuno vojim

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Varg to ozbiljno shvata zato sto Black metal za njega nije zajebancija kao recimo...za danyja, koji lupa gluposti o vampirima i kojekakvim droljama.

Stari textovi od cradla su OK ali noviji pukeface.gif  pukeface.gif  pukeface.gif  pukeface.gif

Pa dobro Danija zanimaju ''takve gluposti'' i on ce da pise o tome...

Edited by Black desire

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Btw starbraeker sto i ti lepo ne ucestvujes nego tu kvaris zabavu? icon_smile.gif

Ah..pa necu hvala...rekao bih da je najbolji tekst neki instrumental ali to bi bilo suvise zlokobno zar ne icon_twisted.gif

 

U kojoj to galaksiji?

 

Sto volim ispade tipa 'Varg je jedini iskren i jedini pravi muziku iz duse, jedini pise iskrene tekstove'.

Uhmm...ocigledno je bio sarkastican...na neki njegov unikatan nacin icon_smile.gif

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Limbonic Art-Moon In The Scropio

 

A mirror blank ocean above me decoy

Superior forces that heal or destroy

Take me astray into the moonlight above

Through twilight eyes as a spectre shadow

 

It is a time of great light

And a great darkness

Can't you feel the present

Of its phenomenon

 

In an atmosphere supreme

Forces dwells in domancy

The essence of its spirit is evil

As a curse upon thy name

 

Midnight is the shepherd of mystrious powers

And moving shadows in the corner of the eye

Moon's blazing intuition

Contains what death require

 

Cleanse the doors of perception

See things appear in its true art

The cold hands of divinity

Will tear thy soul apart

 

Behold the sky above when the moon is in the Scorpio

A cold bleak light

 

 

 

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ali zato definise iskrenost.citajuci tvoje postove ne bi me iznenadilo da vise volis varga nego svoje roditelje.Samo vas par ste ovde najpametniji a ostali su niza klasa,u vasim ocima.pa i nije bas tako.a to sto ja volim cradle ne znaci da se palim na vampire,glupog li komentara.ja smaram vas i vi mene smarate sa tim troo fazonima o iskrenosti i slicnim sranjima.

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Vidis da nemas pojma.Sad treba da ti objasnjavam kako ga ne cenim vise od roditelja?

 

ph34r.gif

 

Mani se prica o visim i nizim klasama i o podeli na tr00 i pozere..niko to ne spominje( barem ja), samo kazem, a to je cinjenica, da se Burzum i CoF ne mogu porediti ni na kakvom planu, iako ovi imaju najcistiju produkciju to ih ne cini kvalitetnim bendom.Njihova muzika je pogodna za novopecene metalce koji zele da se prave zli i misticni.Ne govorim o tebi vec o desetini primera iz svog zivota..kada pogledas te likove shvatis da je sve to isprazno, detinjasto, cista zajebancija. icon_da.gif i sve je to ok dok ne pocnu da se prave pametni i krenu da seru po bendovima koji za njih nisu Black jer "sviraju po loncima".To je debilizam.Neka slusa ko sta hoce ali neki red treba da se zna.

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Nije u tome stvar. Ti konstanto mlataras ovde sprdajuci se na racun nekih bendova koji su definisali BM, bez obzira koliko dugo slusao metal. I sa time se ne hvali, 'leba ti, bar ne kad muvas zensku. icon_smile.gif Meni licno seva za bilo kakvom raspravom na te teme kao i za tvojim muzickim izborom (koji nije bas za pohvalu, btw). Ziv bio.

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Evo savrsenstva.... icon_rockdevil.gif

 

 

Funeral in Carpathia

 

Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded

Nightfall take my hand

Seduce me with silky timbred limbs

Grant me thy dark command

Over the peaks framing tapestries

Of thick forest, dusk has filled

With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist

Creeping like violations from the shadows

to kill

Lucretia

is my love in vein

When thy tears bleed sweeter

Thank the midsummer rain?

Bewinged, infested belfries

Toll o'er the sobbing throng

A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes

Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong....

(in saddean paradise

Ancestral legacies linger on....)

I am He

The crowned and conquering darkness

Satan robed in ecumenical filth

Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph

This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep

And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies

I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep

Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed....

"Beauty slept and angels wept

For Her immortal soul

In this response, all evil chose

To claim her for their very own"

Carpathia

The pleasured dead speak of her

In necromantic tongue

When ambered daylights are done

Masterbating in their graves

On her zenith to come....

This catafalque night when awed stars report

Their absence from the heavenly brow

Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts

Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout

"How the storm it fulfills

My heart though unhealed

Celestial knifes ebonied

And wild woods thrill

Yet far fiercer still

Her lustre eviscerates me"

Carpathia

Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her

Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates

The path towards the castle weary innocence takes

I rule as Master here

Where feral hordes impart my temper

Love sank wounded when I, betrayed

saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage

"Usher the spite seething Draconist

And commit this world to thy ancient

sovereignty"

Erunescent veil descend

Psalmed sunset thus portends

And laid to rest, I now am blessed

With this darkness.... Forever more

Supreme Vampiric Evil

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