Voices inside me, they scream for despair
Opinions which don't even matter.
All that they ask are a listening ear
But no one is trying to hear me...

People are friendly, as long I obay
Or else i get nothing but hate
My thoughts are alone and so i will become
A prisoner trapped in my head

So I'm in the dark now, no light to be seen
I wish I know what I should do
A helping hand, is that so much to ask?
I guess so....but don't leave me here

Fire is burning
Burns in my heart
Fire from hell

All of those years i have said far too less
But now it is too late to speak
I'll just have to wait till my peace will return
But I can't wait long anymore

I don't expect or force you to change
For I won't give mysefl false hope

I'll save your illusions along with your live
Forever holding my peace....

Fire is burning
Burns in my heart
Fire from hell

I'll save your illusions along with your live
Forever holding my peace....


Van onze nieuwe band Antidols. Diegene die ons willen bezichtigen zijn welkom in de Stadsschouwburg op 6 maart. T.a.v. Kunstbende

Feasting Maggots by Bludgeoned

Dinner is ready smell the sweet stench of flesh.
Skin's allready broken let the party commence
Brothers around me come out of your eggs.
The death of this man will give us wings & legs..

Feasting maggots, rotting homeless with some wine
Feasting maggots, you taste better then the swine.
Gangreen blisters, dessert before we sleep.
Gasious bowels, makes our water seep.

Green skin so soft, i can lick it of the bone
We feasting maggots are never alone.
Our parents don't give a shit, but we think that's ok.
Cause they gave us a great playground and we're born in a day..
Eyes are my favorite cause there's jello inside.
Try a piece of lung if smokin's why the sucker died.
Not to much or you'll gonna be in shit
Before you know, you've gotta smoking habit.

But now its time for a big long nap.
Before starting a career of eating crap.
When we wake, we have wings to fly.
And fuck ourself senseless if we know you'll die..

Nieuwe tekst voor Morte Aeterna?
Heftig!

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Op 24 februari 2004 13:23 schreef 7th Fallen Angel het volgende:
Nieuwe tekst voor Morte Aeterna?
Heftig!

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Hehe .. .denk het niet, meid. Die tekst is van de oude band van Skinpeeler: Bludgeoned

En damn ... voor MA moeten we nog tig teksten hebben

Ok ... ook dan maar eentje van mij!

Chaotic Beauty - Morte Aeterna

Madness, oh delightful madness
Penetrating my mind as visions of horrific pleasure
feeding my body with a carnal desire never unfurled

Passion, unearthly passion dwells in this temple
Wherein lust is worshipped and sin a sacrifice
Subconcious demons, always longing
Powers exploding from an ancient source

Chaotic beauty, sodomizing me
in an everlasting night
Erotic vortexes reaching the tree and pit of infinity
Unite and unite again

Choirs echoing in the night, sensual
like darkened angels crying the fall of heaven serenades
I grab the ropes coming from the roots of all thoughts
Looking in the pools that reflects the soul
and lick the source of speech and air


[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Carnagath op 24-02-2004 13:28]

Okee, hier eentje van mij (is nog niet helemaal af):

As I soil this paper
What once was a clean sheet
You're trying to asphalt my road
The road ahead
Wat once seemed to become
As soft and sandy
As it was before
And what it will be again
After I've broken down
This wall
You made me built around me
But as thoughtless as you made me build
this shield
You fell into oblivion
Without knowing a breakthrough....

Nog eentje... Heb hem gister geschreven


Young men from the south
Lost by faith of hypocritic love
Face you're enemy of the north
where cold wind blows for gods above

In fear they stand there
Frozen by oars of hate
Of Vikings so fearless
Eye in Eye with their fate

we're gazing up to the sky
To Watch the ravens of Woden fly

For we the invincible
We fight for our faith
There's no turning back
For now it's too late

We've sharpened our weapons
And cry out for war
Blood emerges
To tell who we are

We're gazing up to the sky
To see the ravens of Woden fly

Blood of thousands of men
Flows in this battle
The enemy is weak
We slay them like cattle

Burning their flesh
Melting their bones
Devouring their souls
Now only their blood remains

We're gazing up to the sky
To see the ravens of Woden fly

People don't really care
They don't give a fuck
About you, me, or anybody else
so everyone who is not me SUCKS

I don't know what to say,
The blackmetal maffia is so scary
they wil kill the posers anyday
I must be very wary
Their actions are so cunning
The shit they smear,
Gets the christians running
It's evil t-shirts that they wear
they're so malicious all the time
They shun no vicious crime

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Op 15 november 2002 22:16 schreef Morgil het volgende:
STABBED IN THE THROAT


As the blood begins to gush out the side of your neck
I thrust my cold steel into your face, you're closer to death
A twelve inch blade will help decide your ultimate fate
This summons to die has been given to you for accepting my hate
Stabbed in the throat
For no reason but to kill, for no reason but the thrill
You must die for me to survive
Stabbed in the throat
I believe in sacrifice, sliced open with my knife
Your body is now life deprived
Vocal cords twitching, esophagus severed, a hemorrhaging brain
Your lacerated jugular vein is spurting away
As mortality fades I am ready to flay your whole body and head
Vigorously carving this fresh human flesh, I am one with the dead
Stabbed in the throat
For no reason but to kill, for no reason but the thrill
You must die for me to survive
Stabbed in the throat
I believe in sacrifice, sliced open with my knife
Your body is now life deprived
I'm chewing bloody skin from the cadaver
Consuming lifeless meat, mangled and tattered
Half-eaten corpse lies skinless in the gutter
I am revitalized
Odium, embedded in my skull
To kill and eat your prey a way of nature
The taste of death must consciously be savored
My cannibal existence never dangered
Just look into my eyes
Subjugate, intensity to blame
Gnawing on the head, sliced to fucking shreds
Knife to the gullet results in cessation
Stabbed in the throat
For no reason but to kill, for no reason but the thrill
You must die for me to survive
Stabbed in the throat
I believe in sacrifice, sliced open with my knife
Your body is now life deprived

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Stabbed In The Throat

[music: O'Brien]
[lyrics, vocal patterns: Mazurkiewicz]

heart of stone,
make it beat again, feel the love inside before stone turns to dust
feelings long lost, not forgotten
will they ever be felt again?

slaat niet echt ergens op zonder een inleidend verhaaltje, maar daar nu geen zin in

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Op 8 februari 2004 17:46 schreef Phriar het volgende:
Paradox

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netjes

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Op 13 februari 2004 19:36 schreef Orion het volgende:
1tje van mij :

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origineeeeeel

anyhow - hier wat van mij;

Lunacy

Beyond the mountains of mystery
Where time has no future
Lives a loner in misery
Trapped inside the silhouette of yesterday

Driven towards lunacy
Awaking and reviving again
Lost tomorrow’s prophecy

Condemned to drown into guilt
While the world sinks into filth
No dreams nor prospects for tomorrow
Lost without cure in sorrow

Driven towards lunacy
Awakening and reviving again
Never knowing what tomorrow might be

As the legend once was told
The loner’s hopes for tomorrow grew cold
Now they locked him away
Forever, in yesterday

Living in lunacy
Asleep and dying again
The nightmare within thee

Please drink a bottle of wine
Drink it fast and you'll feel fine
Or do you want another beer?
We'll love to have you right here

We've got plenty of whisky
We'll help to make you happy
A little liquer will do you well
You'll get drunk and ring the bell

Another Jar
You've gone to far
But the pleasure's here
Just like the beer

Wodka, Russia brew
Or a little driver from the screw?
Bloody mary greets you from a far
Smashing a little cocktail on the bar

The more you'll drink, the more you'll gain
When the clock strikes twelve we'll toast with champaign
Do you need some help going to the WC?
Don't you worry, you'll reach it by knee

Sorry, the bar is closed for today
But I'll serve you some' nice called the bill
Before you leave, you'll have to pay
And if you cannot, it 'll end up in a kill

op wat engelse fouten na doe je 't goed

In het engels bestaat het woord WC niet. Bathroom, toilet, smallest room of the house, kan je gebruiken en nog veel meer maar WC niet.
Verder is hij goed.
Even gezocht.
Restroom, public conveniece, ladies room, gents, lavatory, comfort station

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Pandora op 04-03-2004 20:42]

Do you need some help going to the ladies room?

klinkt niet echt

Do you need some help going to the comfort station?

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Op 4 maart 2004 20:46 schreef Griffin het volgende:
Do you need some help going to the ladies room?

klinkt niet echt

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Tis niet mijn schuld dat de engelse geen goede woorden ervoor hebben. Maar WC kan in geen geval.

j/k, no offence

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Op 4 maart 2004 20:40 schreef Pandora het volgende:
In het engels bestaat het woord WC niet. Bathroom, toilet, smallest room of the house, kan je gebruiken en nog veel meer maar WC niet.
Verder is hij goed.
Even gezocht.
Restroom, public conveniece, ladies room, gents, lavatory, comfort station

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Ja, maar we houden het toch even op de double-U C anders klopt er ook geen reet van.

Verder was het zomaar iets wat uit m'n verveling kwam, dus neem het aub niet te serieus, hehe.

"Speed" demon - by Grindminded

cries of agony fill the room
when the legs are severed from the knees
blood sprays bones break, eyes disbelieve
the rush completes the killing spree
Cruelty has a new name,
as experiments proceed in time.

The reek of burning living flesh
acid burns eyes fluidly away
sissling like a glass champaign
bloodred foam comes out again..
teeth break, sets the nerves alight
ice cold water gives screams new hight.

Sniffin the mirror, to be the speed demon
bringing enlightment in this times
so what it contains torture and guts
who'll be the judge for the crimes?

to evangelise terrible pain.
nerveous systems in need to purge
system overload in the brain
hell yeah, that's my vital urge.

so your blood stains red your jelly
as i push my fist inside.
The screams you produce,
stiffens and exite me.
As i look, you must cry
tortured and naked in my cellar
only pain, is what i provide

scratching and crawling
as your screaming for the light
begging for mercy
gives you no respite..

een ouwe protest nummer van Vital Urge (wie?)

Daddy's little pleasures

Defenseless she's lying on the bed
legs spread, mouth shut
Filthy daddy forced between her thighs
If looks could kill, he had allready died

Work of your frustrations on your own child
Holding her thight so she can't get wild
You don't think about the pain she might have
for pops it's only pleasure,
for her it's real.

O darling, take daddy to the grave
Incest makes little girl slave

Dirty brainless animal
you don't know the pain
probably you think,
its our secret game
Going on for years "let me tuck you in"
threatening her that she made him sin

fuck your own daughter that's all you can
come on asshole, you ain't a man
sex without love is all you give
we know for sure you don't deserve to live

O darling, take daddy to the grave
Incest makes little girl slave..

Rrrrragh, krijg er kippenvel/moordneigingen van...

Ik heb laatst ook een nummer geschreven over dat onderwep. Mooi gedaan hoor!

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Op 2 maart 2004 1:40 schreef Phlegyas het volgende:
I don't know what to say,
The blackmetal maffia is so scary
they wil kill the posers anyday
I must be very wary
Their actions are so cunning
The shit they smear,
Gets the christians running
It's evil t-shirts that they wear
they're so malicious all the time
They shun no vicious crime

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Haha, ik ken er ook nog een ...

"Poep op je hoofd
Poep op je hoofd
Wat maakt het uit,
als je maar geloofd!"