Testi canzoni.

Pagan winds of distant North
The might of unholy Norvay's forest
is in you
Cold gloom and power
True Evil and good
Give us what are we waiting for the
millenium
And soon the Cromleches
will be full of christian blood!

For burned witches
For lost beliefe and might
For Pagan and Heretic's blood
For trees and forest of killed Druids
For our lost gods...

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.

My tales of pain and unsettled grief
Shall be told in the howl of strong winds
Like sordid uncertainty crawling
The horns rise towards chaos and unrest

Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

The Crystal Visions Shatters Into Reflection Of Frozen Blood
As The Knife In My Hand, Reveals The Final Moment
(... In The Forest, You Will Die ...)
And The Dead Rejoice With Glee
For The Night Has Bestowed Their Coldness In Me!

Fell it rising, yea next stop falling
Feel it rising, comatose, with no fear of falling

Consider me an abscess
Leave me in my vacuum
Blood on all the pistons
Running my transmission

Born of the demon sky
Twisting reality
Sweet nauseating pain
Is death the only release?
The face of all your fears
All of your dreams unleashed
The face of all your fears

Got some rope | Haven't told | Promise you | Have been true | Let me take a ride | Cut yourself | Want some help | Please myself

Children of chaos - born of the holocaust seed
Inherit the addiction, angels of genocide breed
Within us - the falmes of the end
Survival of the fittest, the hunt for the sacred game

Under a serpent sun - we shall all live as one

Sweetfleshed, hellbent creature
Artist of the fevered soul
Heavenly venomous rapture
Stricken numb by fear I fall

A condemning fear strikes down
Things they cannot understand
An excuse to cover up weaknesses that lie within
Lies
Laying your guilt and pain
On people that had no part in the molding of a life
That creates its destruction
Lies

Beneath an open sky
Sibilant cries of youth dying
Enslave me with grief

A moonlit era, oblivion's twilight kiss
Wishes in lament
Happiness in a broken vision

Utopia still unborn...

Tormented echoes of a fallen Eden
I longed for her beauty
Yet from dust, she returned
The dream, an enigma... silent

A lovestruck romeo sings a streetsus serenade
Laying everybody low with me a lovesong that he made
Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade
Says something like you and me babe how about it ?

Show me your moon burns
Take me as the moon burns
The freezing moon
Making things real for me
The killing Moon
Making things happen for me
On the eve of self destruction
On the eve of all can be...Thinking about you
Thinking about you... Luna

mhm...uguale!

no sono i darkthrone

sono i bathory? [tirato a caso]

A raven sings my last song
As the wolves howl their goodbyes
The funeral moon glows strongly now
For I am nearly there

ok

Well I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need him around anyhow

no nel senso non piacciono a te...

At midnight wind was blowing,
Transylvanian snow was falling,
from the bloody womb of woman,
Son of Dragon was born...

nel senso piacciono solo a te...ok capito...

Ikke bør den love å vandre i mørket
som ikke har sett natten

questa si capisce già dalla prima frase,...comunque a me il prog fa cahà....a parte quello che piace a me in stile opeth..

Please remedy my confusion
And thrust me back to the day
The silence of your seclusion
Brings night into all you say

Pull me down again
And guide me into pain

I'm counting nocturnal hours
Drowned visions in haunted sleep
Faint flickering of your power
Leaks out to show what you keep

Pull me down again
And guide me into...

There is failure inside
This test I can't persist
Kept back by the enigma
No criterias demanded here

Deadly patterns made my wreath
Prosperous in your ways
Pale ghost in the corner
Pouring a caress on your shoulder

Puzzled by shrewd innocence
Runs a thick tide beneath
Ushered into inner graves
Nails bleeding from the struggle

It is the end for the weaked heart always the same
A lullaby for the ones who've lost all reeling inside
My gleaming eye in your necklace reflects stare of primal regrets
You turn your back and you walk away never again

Spiralling to the ground below
Like Autumn leaves left in the wake to fade away
Waking up to your sound again
And lapse into the ways of misery

cazzo i tedeschi forseti...ma va?

Live another day
Climb a little higher
Find another reason to stay
Ashes in your hands
Mercy in your eyes
If youre searching for a silent sky...

Chorus:
You wont find it here
Look another way
You wont find it here
So die another day

The coldness of his words
The message in his silence
face the candle to the wind...
This distance in my voice
Isnt leaving you a choice
So if youre looking for a time to run away...

Chorus

They took pictures of our dreams
Ran to hide behind the stairs
And said maybe when its right for you, theyll fall
But if they dont come down
Resist the need to pull them in
And throw them away
Better to save the mystery
Than surrender to the secret

Chorus

i van halen? simpatici ma sono i classici californiani.........

Aus den Tälern in die Weiten
Schroffgeformter Bergeshöhn,
Blassverhangen von Gezeiten
Wachsen Nebelschleier kühn.

Dicht gewoben aus Essenzen
Abendschwerer Sommerdüfte
Fängt mit seinen lichten Kränzen
Sanfter Nebel Regenlüfte.

Tanzt der junge Regen lachend,
Folgt den leichten Mädchenschritten
Jener graue König wachend
Mit kaum hörbar leisen Tritten.

Zieht den Mantel fahlen Lichts,
In dem Blätter sich verfingen,
Stolzen Hauptes hinter sich,
Um verzerrt sein Lied zu singen:

“Bin geformt auf eine Weise,
Die vergeht wie Windeshauch,
Die erstirbt wie Regen leise,
Und verblüht wie Rosen auch.”

Doch so wie die Winde wehen,
Blaue Regen Tänze reichen,
Rosen nach dem Lichte gehen
Wird der Nebel nimmer weichen.

Wird erklimmen Bergeswand,
Ruhen in dem Moos, dem alten,
Um zu legen übers Land
Rastlos seines Mantels Falten.

boia imperdibile...

I live my life like theres no tomorrow
And all Ive got I had to steal
Least I dont need to beg or borrow
Yes Im living at a pace that kills


I found the simple life aint so simple
When I jumped out on that road
I got no love, no love youd call real
Aint got nobody waiting at home


You know i, I found the simple life, werent so simple, no
When I jumped out on that road
Got no love, no love youd call real
Got nobody waiting at home

esatto!!!!