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Bend: Slipknot
Pjesma: Snuff
Album: All Hope Is Gone (2008)



Bury all your secrets in my skin.
Come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins.
The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again...

So if you love me, let me go.
And run away before I know.
My heart is just too dark to care.
I can't destroy what isn't there.

Deliver me into my Fate -
If I'm alone I cannot hate
I don't deserve to have you...
Ooh, my smile was taken long ago,
If I can change I hope I never know.

I still press your letters to my lips
And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss.
I couldn't face a life without your light,
But all of that was ripped apart, when you refused to fight.

So save your breath, I will not care.
I think I made it very clear.
You couldn't hate enough to love.
Is that supposed to be enough?

I only wish you weren't my friend.
Then I could hurt you in the end.
I never claimed to be a Saint...
Ooh, my own was banished long ago,
It took the Death of Hope to let you go

So break yourself against my stones
And spit your pity in my soul.
You never needed any help...
You sold me out to save yourself...

And I won't listen to your shame.
You ran away, you're all the same.
Angels lie to keep control...
Ooh, my love was punished long ago,
If you still care, don't ever let me know...
If you still care, don't ever let me know...

Bend: Alcest
Pjesma: Sur L'Océan Couleur De Fer
Album: Écailles de Lune (2010.)

Sur l'océan couleur de fer
Pleurait un choeur immense
Et ces longs cris dont la démence
Semble percer l'enfer.

Et pais la mort, et le silence
Montant comme un mur noir.
…Parfois au loin se laissait voir
Un feu qui se balance.


English translation:

On the iron color ocean
Cried a huge choir
And these long cries whose dementia
Seems to pierce hell

And then the death, and the silence
Climbing like a black wall.
...Sometimes, in the distance could be seen
A dancing flame.

Bend: Dark Funeral
Pjesma: Atrum Regina
Album: Attera Totus Sanctus (2005.)

My nocturnal queen,
Infernal, earthly and divine.
There on your knees,
My beloved concubine.
You look deep into my eyes,
As your mouth opens wide.
Lips moves up and down,
Soon in demon seed you'll drown.

Now close your eyes my love,
Drink my essence, and forever you'll be mine.

Atrum Regina, my nocturnal queen.
Atrum Regina, you fulfil me.

Now rise in front of me,
Oh how I wish to enter thee,
Of lust overwhelmed.
Is this a dream, or is this real.

Now bend down,
Feel my claws runs up your back.
As I enter thee, with full force from behind.
Feel how the demon seed, ejaculate inside.
Goddess of my dreams, my beloved concubine.

Atrum Regina, my nocturnal queen.
You fulfil me, Atrum Regina.

Gojira- In The Wilderness

On my way
To the vision-come-true
I enter a galaxy rising
And I land on this
Brown and green old place
Whose wild is giant trees

Trees so strong
That they never can fall
Four suns alight
In silver grey sky
Wild river flows
With rage alive
Lions of fire approach me

Carved by the wind
And the fall of water
From the treetops
I can see the end of a time

Living respectful
Low your axe
And learn from the trees

Second dawn
Meet the sylvanlings
Passageways into the deep
Invitations to explore the forest
Lions gales and chambers

A tree trunk
Langer than a mountain
Stands on the top
Of this hill
Made of rock and mist

Living respectful
Low you axe
And learn from the trees

Henceforth
I will be always there
Planet earth will overcome
Men destroyed
Scorned and killed their lives
But the world is on her way

PAIN-Have A Drink On Me

I don't believe in love
I love the way it tastes
Please don't expect too much
'Cause I don't wanna be involved

I had my share of women
Even some marriage too
And every time I end up with my pants down
Looking like a fool

I'm such a fool...

The older you are, the wiser you get
Just listen to me
When life gets tough and you know it will
Then have a drink on me

The alcohol never talks back to me
It never tells me when it's time to go home
It's been my friend for over 25 years
And she has never cut me low

Don't cut me low
The older you are, the wiser you get
Just listen to me
When life gets tough and you know it will
Then have a drink on me

Oh, yeah

Too many women, too little time, yeah!
And not enough whiskey
Not enough booze for me
Oh, yeah!

I rather lose my liver than to lose my pride
And when I'm dead and buried
Then just have a drink on me

I don't believe in love
So don't expect too much

The older you are, the wiser you get
Just listen to me
When life gets tough and you know it will
Then have a drink on me

The older you are, the wiser you get
Just listen to me
When life gets tough and you know it will
Then have a drink on me
Just have a drink

SNIJEG

Snijeg se topi,
sve se topi,
moja draga.

Naša mladost,
naša snaga,
sve se topi.

Sunce popi
žrtvu svoju.
Tišina na Mirogoju,
sjeto vječnog praga.

Snijeg se topi,
sve se topi,
moja draga.

Snijeg će proći,
sve će proći,
moja draga.

Naši dani,
burne noći,
sve će proći.

Tvoje oči
bit će blijede.
Tvoje kose bit će sijede.
Ljepoti ni traga.

Snijeg će proći,
sve će proći,
moja draga.

Bol će minut,
sve će minut,
moja draga.

Smrt će naše
breme skinut.
Kuda će se
duša vinut,
tko će znati?

Zemlja će smirenje dati:
mora biti vaga.

Bol će minut,
sve će minut,
moja draga.

Snijeg se topi,
sve se topi,
moja draga.

Naša mladost,
naša snaga,
sve se topi.

Sunce popi
žrtvu svoju.
Tišino na Mirogoju,
sjeto vječnog praga.

Snijeg se topi,
sve se topi,
moja draga.

Vjekoslav Majer

ERIC TURNER - WRITTEN IN THE STARS

oh written in the stars
a million miles away
a message to the main
ooooh
seasons come and go
but I will never change
and I'm on my way

Is it the sounds of an angels
written by saviours
a mixture of hate and
all it's grace

Is it the color of Glory
and suffering souls
that take you away

Is it the top of the mountain or
the feeling you found it
that really floods

Is that the perfect relational ship
something in place of it
that keeps it going

oh written in the stars
a million miles away
a message to the main
ooooh
seasons come and go
but I will never change
and I'm on my way

Is it the top of the mountain or
the feeling you found it
that really floods

Is that the perfect relationship
something in place of it
that keeps it going

Written in the Stars

Written in the Stars (Yeah)...

oh written in the stars
a million miles away
a message to the main
ooooh
seasons come and go
but I will never change
and I'm on my way



...original ko original pjesma mi nije nešto...
...no kad sam slušao ovu verziju, jednostavno je amazing...

Bend: Swallow The Sun
Pjesma: Cathedral Walls
Album: Emerald Forest And The Blackbird (2012.)


Where do we go from here?
When these words have been unspoken.
We carry this burden through the gentle summer rain.
The convoy is still, still and weeping,
yet I don't feel anything, but these walls around.

"And the candles on cathedral walls
chase the weak light under the saints eyes,
over you, and your shattered words for the ones you lost.
In your mourning you're alone, so alone."

This silence speaks a million words,
words of comfort so shallow.
How I wish even for one tear,
but for my heart it is too late.
Where do I go when the sorrow turns to hate.
Where do I go from here?

The guardian angels quiet and near,
slowly turning away, for hell is surely here.
Every step towards the hole in the ground I rot,
carrying your white coffin, my heart wide shut.

I will follow you, earth to earth.
I will follow you, ashes to ashes.
I will follow you, dust to dust.
I will follow you!

How I wish even for one tear,
but for my heart it is too late,
when sorrow turns to hate.

"And the candles on cathedral walls
chase the weak light under the Saints eyes
over you, and your shattered words for the ones you lost.
In your mourning you're alone, so alone."

Bend: Sirenia
Pjesma: In Sumerian Haze
Album: At Sixes And Sevens (2002.)

In sumerian haze you search for another day
Guess another vail left you this way
Thoughts on a line where I leave it all behind
Nothing can mend the hurt inside

Sweetened horizons
dance away the pain tonight
Just like you and I

Profoundly deranged you go through another day
I guess it was meant to be this way
Thoughts on a line won''t recover your mind
You cut your veins, like I''ve cut mine

Sweetened horizons
dance away the pain tonight
Just like you and I

Subjektivno, najbolja pjesma ikad napisana, glazbeno i tekstualno.



Bend: Dimmu Borgir
Pjesma: Raabjørn speiler draugheimens skodde
Album: For All Tid (1994.)


Langt... der borte i mørket
Gjennom tretopper der månelys driver
Langt... der borte i all tåke
Inn gjennom min sjel den sorte angst river

På de mosegrodde steiner de seg viser
Når nattemørket har senket seg over
Ekkoene... fra deres grufulle jamring
Endeløst... du kan høre

I horisonten langt vekk
Skimtes den sigende skådde
Horder av ild rider månelyset i flokk
Ved daggry de samles ved en bortgjemt ådde

Den iskalde snøen
Har kommet
Denne gang
I evig fokk

Nile - As He Creates, So He Destroys

At the seething and fiery center
He sits upon his ebon throne
Within his halls of darkness
Which no man has seen and survived the vision

Both blind and bereft of mind
He pipes unceasingly
And the notes that rise and fall in measured patterns are the foundations of all the worlds
Ever calculating in sound the structure of space and time

Were his flute ever to suddenly fall silent
All the spheres would shatter into one another
And the myraids of worlds
Would be unmade
As they were before creation

The flute of the blind idiot
Both makes and unmakes the worlds in ceaseless combinations
Spinning on the woven carpet of time

No creation without destruction
No destruction without creation

To unmake a thing is to make another
Each time a thing is made
Another is destroyed

Solo dallas

The idiot god on his black throne
Does not choose
What shall rise into being
And what should pass away
He cares only to maintain
his mindless unholy music of random creation and destruction

No living creature can look upon his face
And endure its terrible heat
And black radiance
That is like the reverberating unseen rays of molten iron
Which strik and burn the skin of those who would dare
Gaze into the countenance of the idiot god

Never does he recieve supplicants
In his black halls of uncouth angles and stranges doors
Nor does he ever hear prayers or answer them
Endlessly he pipes
And endlessly he devours his own substance
For his hunger is insatiable
As he consumes his own wastes after the customm of idiots

As he creates
So he destroys