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Op 26 mei 2003 21:35 schreef Warrior_of_Odin het volgende:
Denk eerder aan een folkish burzum sound

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Ik ken geen burzum qua sound.

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Op 26 mei 2003 21:36 schreef kleine Micha Banaan het volgende:
Dub als in een reggae dub, dus is het NSBM die JAH prijst?

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Die ethiopiers (babyloniers) waar reggae-muziekanten het erover hebben zijn allemaal stuk voor stuk joden.
Ze beweren dat het jodendom oorspronkelijk uit het vroege Ethiopie komt.

DUB BUK!

BUK KUT

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Op 26 mei 2003 21:54 schreef MBMarduk het volgende:
Die ethiopiers (babyloniers) waar reggae-muziekanten het erover hebben zijn allemaal stuk voor stuk joden.
Ze beweren dat het jodendom oorspronkelijk uit het vroege Ethiopie komt.

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Er zijn ook blanken (vooral uit de KKK hoek) die beweren dat blanken het echte 'gekozen ras' zijn en dat 'wij' (ik word er immers ook mee bedoeld) weer terug moeten naar Israel .

Blijkbaar is het erg 'in' om gods uitverkoren volk te zijn.

Welnu, mijn (oven)deur staat altijd open.

Niet erg vega, maar als het voor een goed doel is...

ДУБ БУК
Ff kijken of ZM cyrillische tekens ondersteunt.

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Op 26 mei 2003 22:12 schreef MBMarduk het volgende:
ДУБ БУК
Ff kijken of ZM cyrillische tekens ondersteunt.

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Dan moet een mod de speciale tekens aan zetten...

de 2 demo's zijn trouwens ook erg goed, wel minder folky

godverdomme wat heerscht dit hard

Haha heb gisteren bij heidevolk aangeschaft, en het heerscht

kan het nog slechter?

Jou zal het vast wel lukken

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Iskariot op 08-06-2003 14:20]

sample: http://www.thepaganfront.com/stellarwinter/music/DUB_BUK/idu_na_vy.mp3

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Op 8 juni 2003 14:17 schreef irritante klootzak het volgende:
kan het nog slechter?

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Op 21 februari 2003 19:31 schreef Warrior_of_Odin het volgende:
Wederom een NSBM uit ukraine , het lijkt op nokturnal mortum, temnozor enzo. Dus een flinke portie folk. Zijn er mensen bekend mee? Anders kan ik wel wat op rajackar gooien

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Heb wel interesse, maar eh.. hoe kom ik daar op

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Op 25 juni 2003 12:40 schreef Magistus het volgende:
Heb wel interesse, maar eh.. hoe kom ik daar op

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gewoon de cd bestellen bij new era

ben zelf oekrainer en ze zijn echt gaaf dub buk heb alle cds van ze en van eer bands uit de oekraine.
Zelf verzamel ik veel bands van de Ex sovjet unie en de baltische staten

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Op 18 juli 2003 14:01 schreef Black Raven het volgende:
ben zelf oekrainer en ze zijn echt gaaf dub buk heb alle cds van ze en van eer bands uit de oekraine.
Zelf verzamel ik veel bands van de Ex sovjet unie en de baltische staten

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Dus jij gaat binnenkort voor mij wat vertalen?

geen probleem oja ben wel hier niuew op het forum maar geen probleem om wat te vertalen hehehe ik ben zelf ook bezig met het vertalen van vele russische texten van metal nummers

op cd of cassette net wat je hebt staat de text Idu Na Vy! oftewel in de engelse vertaling Im Coming For You of tewel ik kom voor jou

Zag dat je nieuw was ja dus bij deze welkom!
Maar heb die vertalingen op een site ofzo?

nope heb er een vertaal computer voor alleen voor cyrillische symbolen nog niet voor west europees uitgeschreven teksten

Ik heb de vertalingen wel maar eerst een nieuwtje
"Greetings!

I'm very proud to announce, that new album od famous Ukrainian horde Dub Buk is ready!
It's called "Miesiac Pomsty - Moon of Revenge" and contains tracks from first two demos of Dub Buk.
If You are intersted in getting some copies, ask for the details.
eastside@wp.pl

Regards
EastSide"



Dit zijn de demo's die dus opnieuw opgenomen zijn, minder folky meer black maar toch erg goed.

De lyrics van Idu na Wy


I Go On You!
Remember the ancient legend:
The Bible - jewish false book!
Glorify Ancestors Our Famous.
Recollect about fights, heavy attacks.
You see they have lain bones for our Land,
Have disappeared forever in that foamy abyss
Where Love to Fatherland, Force and Courage
Lift a staff of the Valorous Flag!
Sharply the song will be begun by bowstring,
And tempered arrow will howl through centuries,
Will reach, will inform about todays,
Honour Greatslavic on their steel.
Lift the eyes and look at heavens!
Really will you believe, there is an empire of the jew?!
If so as the Sun goes to the sea of lie and a dirty?
The Sun can not lie to the Earth - there would be no this connection.
Look, take pleasure in heavenly cleanliness.
It is a face, it is life of unearthly shine!
Svarga's shine is clean as ice, is not soiled by lie.
It is Honour, it - Light, it - Omngod's Anger!
Who has allowed to you, pig, to burn Idols,
Deride the Native God, to humiliate the Earth?!
With whom have you replaced Dazhd'bog how could you
So humiliate the Father, having made god from the alien liar?!
Sva, native Mother Sva
Have replaced on sincerely patient,
Kolovrat - with a cross, an altar, a censer,
Vhelese's book - with the hateful bible!
How many hundreds of Our Generations
Will listen to lie of the insignificant plebeian,
How many will wait for favour from the creature,
Forgetting the Ancestors in an intoxicated intoxication?!
Strybog's singing, a tornado will clear faster Yav' from pigs,
Lightning - fights, slogan - an appeal: I go on you!
I Go on you!
Under wolve's roar, under noise of foliage,
Under a rumble of delays field,
Under a laughter of downpours rains,
Under the Perun's thunder in clouds,
For blood on enemy swords,
For Prav' - for Svarga - Cleanliness,
For our Land - Beauty!
Grandfather Dazhd'bog, beams up by light
Famouse's way to Gold Meadows,
Mark by the Swastika - tell,
Where to give total fight to cattles!
In that fight for Slavic Honour
Will boil Anger in our Souls
For our Russian Land I go on you!..
Day will come Great, Clear,
Dazhd'bog's Light - Omnipotent Sword,
Will run away from here christose's horde,
And Slav will tell: Glorify Famous by Famous!
... Victim to our to God (to All and Everyone),
The executioner's block to alien, pity, unnecessary,
Sviatovid's Army stamp hoofs,
By the pig-iron stick on david's star!



Glory To Ukraine!
I glorify Ukraine, Fatherland Well-known,
Let iron Tryzub shine by strong light,
Let the blue - yellow banner flutters in the blue sky,
I glorify Ukraine, crystal Fatherland!
I glorify a source of life - deep Dnipro,
Karpathian mountains glorify I - high ridges,
I glorify Zaporizka Sich and Majestic Kyiv,
I glorify Ukrainian night and day extraordinary!
Where immeasurable steppes, where Karpathian ridges,
Where dense woods, olden time and beauty,
Where greatness and inspiration, where bewitching squall,
Where the antiquated barrow flares a volcano!
There have forgot about revenge, there serve the jew,
There groan and crying, there the disgusting executioner!
The patriot there - the vandal, the traitor - the vassal,
There brilliant tear, cementerian thunder-storm!
Away, the jew, from Russ - Ukraine!
If you will not escape - we shall expel you.
The Mother - Country, tell your son,
Who are conducts you in a tomb fast...
Open the eyes, the Sacred Country,
Mighty Power, the Native Motherland!
Let the brother together with the brother, father together with the son
Go in attack for Sacred Ukraine!
Sons - patriots of Shevchenko and Franko,
Khmelnitskiy and Honta, UPA and UNSO
Have specified way to us by their affairs!
In fight, Ukraine, hold banner above!



Omngods
With a smile looking at crowd at bottom,
Svarog's Team is stand indestructibly.
On ailing of brainless grey traitors ,
That lie even standing at the Paternal Tomb,
On dullness of featureless silent crowd,
Which priests tempted for ever.
Eh, to burn out alive that liars - rascals,
All those who has stolen Belief of our Fathers!
With anger in sight father - Chernobog
Through a teeth growling, indignantly, has uttered:
That I see, I shall not understand in any way:
Slavs decline knees to the jew?
Those thousand persons that were similar to us
As mice were hammered on different corners!-
That with a roar in a voice Perun has told,
Leaning a hand about the Sacred Boulder.
Freedom and Belief have deprived with Slavs:
There are no Dark Woods, there are no Sacred Glades,
Both Will and the Idea of any person
The hand of the deadman operates now!
At each Lifes the Way should be,
But whim of herd impossible to forget any more!
And the Stone Colossus which has disdained Centuries,
With a smile looks at destiny of the fool!



Wood Pijva
Through fogs, through hurricanes there is an avalanche and court.
As severe twilight of thirst pijvas will begin to roar.
The rough voice of thunder's border of a and wood bogs
Sharp scythe lift from under black waters.
Chorus of sobbing, chorus of the destruction, the oppressed smoke.
The ashes of ancient fairy tales, a grove - a dense garden!
And above the wood pijva's song as that grief,
What in a smoke dead pine experiences.
And wood pijva roars in canes.
Crystal force goes on wings of night.
And night painting in gloomy open space
Leaves stars in unimaginable grief.
Palaces of lunar animals and the sky of very black rocks,
And a close sight of languid dreams, deaf explosions of efforts.
From dream transparent grumble will stay you,
Duel with him to a labyrinth of woods will reduce.
And charms of dream will disappear, as if cut by scythe,
And storm of payments calls, as explosion,
And the ringlet of black mountains groans as before chorus groaned,
That has combined fairy tale about sobbings and together with pijva has sung
For grumble of tears, for ceremony of water,
For scratch of words, for shout above the wood: Never!
Through fogs, through hurricanes an avalanche and court goes.
As severe twilight of thirst pijvas will begin to roar.
A marvellous voice of wood and great noise.
Pride of wood pijva - a crystal and reason!



The Smoke - His Banner, The Fire - His Horse
Our army goes in a campaign, above the Ground shines our Banner.
And as soon as turn will come, our arrows will whistle in darkness.
The flame clearly will illuminate us essence of false dogs - christians.
Never! Never and nobody will dress a collar on Slavs!
Hey, plant hypocrisy on stake,
Hey, set fire to a hem - I do not believe you!
I have not forgotten Thought of our Fathers yet,
Well, your words - a lullaby song for owls.
As soon as the Flame will bring us footfall of fiery horseshoes
As soon as Smaga will set fire to colorless birds of mad dreams,
Armies of Fire, Fire and the Smoke will rise
That can to jump on the horse Prince of Ashes - Famous Ognebog!
Where the Flame, where the Sword of Fire and the Smoke?!
Where Glory, where Anger of Fire, where Force?!
Hey, Slavs, show your Marvellous Force.
By the Free anger embody Honour Slavic.
Sons of the god - Ognebog: the Flame, the Soot, the Smoke and the Fumes,
Expel from here the iegovu-creature.
Who has decided to clamp our Land in the paws?
Who has attempted upon Ancestor's Apartments - Chamber?
Who from us can surrender, how you, mongrels, have dared
To tramble down and ruin our Land - she does not begin on knees!
Let the rivers from Fire will boil above false dream,
Start up Sacred Fire will burn false crowd,
Let the Princess Mother - Ground,
Let nightingale's chirp will sow fields again!
An alive Moisture of the Rivers and Pure Spirit of Woods
Let will revenge for Our Fathers,
Let the Banner of the Forgotten Days will rise again above us,
The Smoke white - his Flag, Fire - a fighting Horse!
A bottomless whirlpool fiery gold shine above the mean liar,
The Fiery God, set fire to this herd, incinerate rascals!
As mad whirlwind, fiery whirlwind you bring this message,
That Great Ancestors have learned, that this Revenge has come true nevertheless!
The bittern roars in a thicket indistinctly,
Ispolat' burn by flame,
Ispolat' to the Rod - to the Great God! -
The ringing Voice sings.
By Blood Slavic's, by Blood Great,
By Blood of Great Gods
Will wash off forever from the Grounds Slavic
Belief of insignificant jews!



Dead Rose
Bloody stream and sad wolf roar,
Bloody stream and the scared shout.
And a dead rose which will come to life,
Fetters of sufferings dumps from itself.
And the full Moon as an snakes eye,
Brilliant light, tortures in dream,
The last sigh of jackal, and with it
Above a refuge mean a smoke rises.
Circuits Perun will destroy, and the deceit
Will swallow grieving fog of Aryan tears.
A fog ardent, a fog of darkness,
As blood it scarlet, a fog of olden time.
Aryan Connection carries payment,
The Echo of death roar will pass through all.
Hey, Perun, loud curses,
Give the Thunder and let
That thunder dominates over this herd of weak rats!
The invincible claw of marsh tears,
The mysterious bog and a dark wood,
The swan of disagreement, that there lives,
Fetters of sufferings dumps from herself!
The wolf's roar, malicious roar -
Anywhere it has not disappeared yet,
Trembling and a shiver,
Shudder of false physiognomies,
Noise, crash, roar, shout;
The Thunder rattles - Perun's kind
And the sharp spear flies
Of Bitterness of Aryan tears.

Hey, Perun's Chekan, wipe a poison!
Semitic dope into blood transform!
Hey, winds of steppes, hey, a whirlwind - storm,
Start up hurricane, strangle the cattles!
The oak grove as the Host, the Wood Team,
You help to brave Winds,
You help to prevent to dogs
To destroy Aryan Fields and Heavens!
Glory to Majestic Perun, to the Sky Eternal Glory,
To the Universe All-round!
Glory to the Arij Familial, Glory to Marvellous Khors,
Glory to the Free Wind!
Glory to the Lightning Blizzard, wild bog,
To the Great Favour!
Glory to the Ancient Hymn, to the Heavy Fight,
To the Famous Slav!



Anger of Our Fatherland
You breathed smoke, but was live,
Under oppression of a trouble you was too.
Both your feats, and a pain of war
All are remembered by us - your sons!
The bitter smoke comes nearer to our Land...
Hey, Spirit dressed in an arm,our Slavic strong Spirit,
You take the steel sword , you take the oak bow.
On a horse on fighting you sit - you have pride.
And poor ram you will kill by steel sword...