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Signum_Tenebrae:
Arkhon Infaustus - Domination Xtasy
Orgiastic murder
Blood on the ground
A body for an altar
She draws the sign of her inner hell...
In this dark dungeon
A dark sexual mass
The corset tormentor
With dildos and handcuffs
Brings her soul to xtasy
Bondaged he cries
Sodomized he screams
She spits on your face
Like the wimp on his cross, soon you will die!
The dark mistress always sucks down the dead
The dark mistress only sucks down the dead
Your death makes her cum
A fistfucking prayer, an angels requiem
The whore queen commands
He obeys randy and thanks his executioner
She lashes the air with the devil's tail
Her eyes filled with hate, "obey to get her down"
Hurt me, love me, she's a pain paid hooker
You're my pain, my goddess... worship her cunt you slave!
The empress has left
Her slave sleeps forever
The praying mantis is satisfied till another night
Next night, she'll come
Just for you... your death'll make her cum!
crazy french people
MilkmanDan:
Aesop Rock - One Brick
Thing is, they do make sense, but I swear he must spend more time obfuscating his lyrics than he does writing them. Whatever, it's a great song, and "the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes" is an awesome line.
I start my city with a brick (one brick)
Then add another brick (two bricks)
Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels
I ain't no great Samaritan, that's just the way the game goes
Respect the polars but acknowlege middle-value rainbows
My snout turned up from dream factory eyelids
Slingin bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonels
Yeah rocks the match that burned the Nazi journals
And plottin verticals amidst blatantlly horizontal
Models then swallowed by famished potholes
And I'm tired
Tied up on these functions
Killer cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice league
Another knuckle-dragger dungeon breed
Run, breathe, sit, bellow
Wild Aes scream through your style to hear the echo
Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback
When Little Billy bought a Tugboat
Now he thinks he's Captain Ahab
Facist takes for the pegleg's birds and eyepatches
Learn that lesson, you'll be swashbuckling with the best of them
Wonder why you wept over spilled milk
And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand
bayonettes
I'll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked
meridian
Connecting life with that little species of midians
We've now officially scraped barrel bottom
Aesop Rock an Apple to the core but ya'll ignored him
I know a planet made of porcelain
And once I get tired of holding this gavel up
Ya'll prayer circles met him up born again
I ain't too good for tap water
Play 'Taps' out of order
For a ballad, corpse a dead man walkin
You can lead a man to a city but that don't assure civility
You can beat a man to death with Aesop Rock bootleg cd's
(That's more fun anyway)
Some cats Float, some cats don't
I speak in Farenheit and burn off colon lyric
Diss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless
Don't dismiss the billygoat appearance for that common sheep
Praeserpium Machinarum:
This song is silly but I love it anyway, in their early days they did a lot of these, now they are a lot more serious and still manage to be great... A wonder really.
Kashmir - Lollypork Stomp
The moon was hanging cool and full above the waving swimming pool as we were feeding mouths with meat and drool.
'Cus we were having christmas feast a merry one with pork and grease...
And every guest was eating meat like beasts!
'Cus santa gave us lollypork and everyone was gay.
The smell of frying pig was in the air.
I really think that eating piggypork is quite O.K.
As long as the meat is well done I think it's fair.
Fanatic vegetarians would call us rude barbarians but before they did we forked them on the grill!
The taste was quite 'mermaliar' reminded me of aliens but salt could give it ooooh the last thrill!
And santa gave us lollypork and everyone was gay.
The smell of frying pig was in the air.
I really think that eating piggypork is quite O.K.
As long as the meat is well done I think it's fair.
My youngest son once asked his dad: 'How can it be that I am so fat?
You taught me lollypork was for my health!
The skinny kids with baseball bats still kick my ass and tell me that my family was never one of wealth!
'And santa gave us lollypork and everyone was gay.
The smell of frying pig was in the air.
I really think that eating piggypork is quite O.K.
As long as the meat is well done I think it's fair.
As long as the meat is well done I think it's fair.
As long as the meat is well done I think it's...
and one more:
Kashmir - Could We Kill Fred?
Fred did go long but he did not go all the way.
Siezed every day though his surfboard sank in the bay.
Loaded his mind with a sauce spiced in all he found hip.
'Micro chip dip!'
Searched for the hype stuff and feared to be a hypocrite: Turned 'E' to 'C' in a band where he did not fit.
Fred was the founder of every invention before.
Fred throws out his brain jumps on a train to be on time digs cool magazines... Flips through the pages of his mind.
Day is gone but he keeps the 'blackfiles' on.
Fred is in the house tries to be seen among the crowd Fred's a friend of the band still they don't know the man that acts so loud...
Please notice him... He's... Proud... Of... His... Style.
You want him dead I ask could you kill Fred?
Go for his neck and you'll get your own head. Your own head.
Fred dyed his hair told his friends he would shoot himself.
Friends he had none so it must have been someone else.
No one objected his threat so poor Fred took it back.
Fred turns on T.V. tries to collect the frequency this reality must be reflecting Freddy's key.
Day is green and he'll keep the arnet's on.
Next week Fred is saying 'oh I must break this cozy shell'.
He steps into a plane and tries to break it in Nepal.
Please notice him... He's... Proud... Of... His... Style.
You want him dead I ask could you kill Fred?
Go for his neck and you'll get your own head. Your own head.
Fred is like proud to be a part of this x-rated generation leaving no specific sensations except for once in a while when some hair-dyed fellow locks himself in a shed just to blow off his own head.
Sometimes Fred makes a sandwich with his girlfriend Lizzy and some foreign drugged up 'ho' he calls Janis.
Sometimes Fred is checking out the 'Strawberries' of this particular season last week Fred was 'in' to directing movies this week it's political meetings and friday he'll be a host in what he thinks is his own 'Fred Sullivan show'.
You want him dead I ask could you kill Fred?
Go for his neck and you'll get your own head.
You want him dead I ask could you kill Fred?
Go for his neck and you'll get your own head. Your own head.
Cairbre:
When it comes to shit lyrics no one out does these Brazilian lads:
Sarcofago - Desecration Of Virgin
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Seven night before
of scared birthday
the lord make himself
present at virgin's home
Demons suck you pussy
and fuck 'til the delight
she isn't more virgin
because was fucked by Satan
He put the virgin of for
fucking your asshole
the orgy haven't stop
ejaculating on her mouth
She suck... a hammer of Satan
and reach the first orgasm
he breack laws of God
and prophane the mother of Gods
Sarcofago - Deaththrash
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More a hard core metal night start
let me torture you with my growls
making you burst your head on the stage
playing the simphony of atomic war
If you are a false don't entry
because you'll be burned and died
the nuclear drums will chrush your brain
slaughtering all with intensive pain
The blood of your heads
spread in our faces
violence and death
are with we desire
not that's enough
we want more blood
come up on stage
drag out our heads
deathrash
Get out here and destroy all
killing all falses bastards
because is this with we want
this is our message...
--- Quote ---"If you are a false don't entry
because you'll be burned and died"
--- End quote ---
Is that not the best line ever?
Signum_Tenebrae:
Hahahaha, Sarcófago fucking wins \m/
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