Over een romantisch nummer gesproken:

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Saxon - Northern Lady

Lady face the morning sun
The sunlight in your hair
Northern Lady, you're the one

Why do you mean so much to me
I need you every night
Northern Lady, you're the one

If you need me, I'll be there
I'll fly right back to you
Northern Lady you're the one

Will you use your head tonight
And come into my room
Northern Lady, you're the one
You're the one

Lady face the morning sun
The sunlight in your hair
Northern Lady, you're the one

Why do you mean so much to me
I need you every night
Northern Lady, you're the one

Northern Lady, you're the one

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She is waiting to kiss my hand
But she will wait for my command
My chains and collar brought her to her knees
She now is free to please

Woman, be my slave
That's your reason to live
Woman, be my slave
The greatest gift I can give
Woman, be my slave

Before her surrender she had no life
Now she's a slave, not a wife
Her only sorrow is for women who live with lies
She's taken off her disguise

Woman, be my slave
That's your reason to live
Woman, be my slave
The greatest gift I can give
Woman, be my slave

Your body belongs to me

Woman, come here
Remove your garments
Kneel before me
Please me

Woman, be my slave
That's your reason to live
Woman, be my slave
The greatest gift I can give
Woman, be my slave

Wumpscut - Hold

Time your time
It fades away
I feel my time
My life runs out

So hold you darling
Your darling in your arm
Because it leaves
Very soon so soon

So hold you darling
Your darling in your arm
Because it leaves
Very soon so soon

Dance again
With me and we
Will find and end
For all I call

Leaving

Is geen metal

Ik vind industrial half tellen

En anders blijven we toch alleen maar terug komen op CoF

Op zich zijn de teksten van Alcest ook wel sterk romantisch, hoewel niet over verliefdheid. Als het specifiek dat laatste is, tja, dan weet ik er zo geen

Ai ai, is je kennis zo beperkt?

Of je luistert weinig teksten.

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Op 9 september 2010 14:07 schreef Jenje het volgende:
Ai ai, is je kennis zo beperkt?

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Ja. Wat liefdesverklaringen binnen metal-nummers betreft toch.

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Op 9 september 2010 14:11 schreef Rix het volgende:
Ja. Wat liefdesverklaringen binnen metal-nummers betreft toch.

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Mwoach, binnen de powermetal verklaren aardig wat kerels de liefde aan elkaar geloof ik. Ralph kan daar wel meer over vertellen.

Weet er nog wel 1...

Ex Deo - In Her Dark Embrace

Beautiful she sleeps in my arms
She caresses the storm inside of me
The thunder wakes the tyrant
Unleash the beast inside of me
She rules with a deadly grip
Colossal and unmerciful
Her majesty is vast and wide
Hear the sounds of her enemy's cries
Temptations of war...
Temptations of lust...
Her majesty awakens
Among the killing fields, sinners betrayed
And left to rot
In her dark embrace
In time no sun aligned me
Ego sum victum
Centurion to command her men
Praetorian to guard her kings
Her reach is across the sea
Her triumph is victorious
Her might is glorious
She wolf she sent to guide
Kings born to bring her high
Lifetime to the pulse of the universe
Jupiter and Mars her life
UNDEFEATED SHE WILL RISE
Temptations of war
Temptations of lust
In her dark embrace
In time no sun aligned me
Her majesty awakens
Among the killing fields, sinners betrayed
And left to rot
In her dark embrace
In time no sun aligned me
Ego sum victum

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Op 9 september 2010 14:12 schreef Jenje het volgende:
Mwoach, binnen de powermetal verklaren aardig wat kerels de liefde aan elkaar geloof ik. Ralph kan daar wel meer over vertellen.

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Hm, ik had dus niet eens aan powermetal gedacht tot nu toe . Ik moet eerlijk zeggen dat na 3 weken herexames het mij best moeilijk valt om iets te herinneren dat niet met mijn leerstof te maken heeft

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Op 9 september 2010 14:12 schreef Jenje het volgende:
Mwoach, binnen de powermetal verklaren aardig wat kerels de liefde aan elkaar geloof ik. Ralph kan daar wel meer over vertellen.

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En Rix er nog serieus op ingaan ook :')

Ontopic: meeste liefdesteksten zijn kut in metal. Ofwel kunnen ze gewoon niet goed schrijven en is het dus cheesy ofwel moet er zo nodig 'grappig' gedaan worden met goremantiek of whatever. Dat laatste komt vrijwel nooit echt goed uit de verf, en als dat het wel doet is het nog steeds géén romantische tekst. Een mogelijke uitzondering wat dat betreft is Underwater Love van Faith No More, maar dat is dan weer niet echt metal.

De romantiek met tragiek is voldoende te vinden, lijkt mij. Echt pure -positieve- romantiek, lastig zeg. Niet echt het genre voor.

An Enigma in Brine van <code> heeft wel wat romantisch over zich, maar dat is dan weer behoorlijk ondergedompel in poëtische omschrijvingen. Zou evengoed over iets anders kunnen gaan Ik lees er wel wat in over de lichamelijke beleving van liefde.

We are lost within the flesh
Led by the sloping of an inner arm
No face outside these eyes
No past outside tonight
We are as we paint us
A vision installed
In many ways stunned
To say it would be to sing
As green meteors swim
Gently up to him
Mirrored surfaces
Who is within them?
Hands in water peel my skin
My teeth and my hair
My eyes move like lunar seas
The mirror moves and I jump in
To catch my breath under the sky

Wash scars and use this eye
Roll it from the navel to the pubis
Circumnavigate (the) wet hip
Turn these bodies around
Dash them on the shore
Watch their slender centres
Spark and burst
And slide their tattered skin
Between barnacles and limpid
This is where they want to lie
To love the wind and the tides

…And remember what still
Grows and thrives
An enigma in brine
Past this daily decreasing horizon
I am image I

Vaagheid alom als ik dat zo weer terug lees

Beetje necrofilie past hier ook wel vind ik:

Ancient - Willothewisp


(Her) Nights spent succumbing
to the brilliance of Blackeyes,
feeling the warm embrace of your hand,
memories like salt on a wound,
dominate my new found spirit land.

Seeking wisdom in the darkness hovering helplessly
around our pain crying with absence of real tears,
like a child born in vein.

I can no longer bear to watch you cradling my form.
Wrenching out bloody drops of desperation's futile storm.
Welcome to the Willothewisp my love. Deaths arduous game.
Mocking times insanity foreshadowing years of reign.

Male:
Oh my perfect princess, hard and cold as stone.
I shall trace your lips with crimson. I'll protect you;
they can't have you to bury, to leave me.
Slay all who dare touch my pretty doll,
it will be bloody paradise, a misanthropes ball.

Female:
I hear you and beseech you, find a way to understand.
Kill them for my body and be left with grains of sand.
Do not waste your life in vain,
protecting that which feels happiness nor pain.

Willothewisp my love, is forever now what be.
Willothewisp my darkened darling can not be taken away from thee.

Male:
I feel your essence all around me,
and see you dead on our floor.
Realize it would kill me to see you
dragged out like a rotting whore.
The dead are not theirs to take,
fuck their reality.I seek revenge.
Fuck their stupidity, your death will be avenged.

My princess is not their dead slave,
to tear apart and fit inside a holy lonesome grave.

Female:
Ahh! You torment me with endless worry.
A doll is what is left of me, to kill it, insanity!
Wake up live your life. Do not waste it in my name.

Male:
No! Why? Your body comforts me. Please understand.
It is a Willothewisp my love, but at least I would have command.

Help! Help! Ahh!
I can not take this, my heart was black to all but you,
and now you're dead. I need you in any form.
I want you. Separation is what permeates the fear of death.
Ahh! Ahh! Come back!

Female:
My essence is always with you.
Hovering over you and what was I
of my love and perfect self,
I never meant to die.
It's all right, do as you wish.
I want my body to be with you.

Male:
I see them coming, my pulse quickens, my long blade smiles.
Get away from her! Bastards, pawns!
Die, you are worth nothing, Die!!!

They are dead as well, now bags of worthless flesh.
How dare they try and take you, Ha! Ha! Ha! We are free together.

Female:
You shiver like a broken child before me,
clutching my cold hand wet with tears,
you kiss my hand and lips, and I feel nothing.

Male:
A presence looms about me, whispering like morning dew.
My perfect death doll princess, I stay here forever with you.

Female:
He has won my body, but now he is insane.
I reach out to dry his tears,
only to find I am like wind to rain.

Both:
Willothewisp is torture, deaths arguous game.
Willothewisp is hidden boundaries, foreshadowing years of pain.

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Op 9 september 2010 14:34 schreef ZelThoR het volgende:


En Rix er nog serieus op ingaan ook :')

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Deze komt net voorbij op WinAmp:

Summoning - Where Hope and Daylight Die

Still here I wake and I think of you
I see you far away
Answer my call
Can you hear my voice
I hear you

For we are gone and forever lost
Broken here I lie
Beneath the shadow sink
Where daylight dies
I wake for you

In better lands the sun may shine
And green leaves on trees spring
Their opening and blossoming
But here the raven sing

But still I stand and think of
Days when grass was green
And my heart was so young
They 've never been Past
Forever lost

Carcass - No Love Lost

Sensual awakening
Numbing feeling's dead
Conception's romanticised
Synthesized broken heart's to bled

Without emotion you heartstring's played
Strummed and severed to the tune of a tragic serenade

[A tragic chorus]
Without emotion, your heartstrings break
Snapped and severed to the tune of a tragic, sad cliche

No love lost
When all is said and done
There's no love lost

The low cost of loving
Amorous travesty
Human frailties and weakness are easy prey
How your poor heart will bleed

Danzig-(Under) Her Black Wings

Blackest of the black
Darker than night
Come to me my bleeding light
See she comes
She comes now
Enter oblivion

Here she is
Harder than life
In my arms
See she there
Entwined with love
Unclean she is

And she comes down to me
And she offers me sleep
Under her black wings

See she comes
On the eve of dusk
In another form
With a scent of rain upon her neck
She brings the lust
Supernatural
Ceasing never
On and
On and
On

Her stride is such
Mortals freeze
When she walks past
And she comes down to me
And she offers me sleep
Under her black wings

See she comes
Blacker than pitch
Have to make this fallen bitch
All I want
All I crave
Demoness calls
The bitch is come
For those who wait
Cross the breach in hell
See she is
Bedeviled with breasts

Enchantment on legs
And she comes down to me
And she offers me sleep
Under her black wings

Pig Destroyer - Towering Flesh

she frolics through the rain
whispering love insane
her kisses exit through
heart-shaped exit wounds

her skin like flesh of angels
her blood my catholic wine
it moves slowly through me
disintegrates my spine

she's got heroin embraces
that I still need to be in
I force myself to loathe her
so I can fall for her again
so I can fall for her again

her lips are wet with venom
her posture's serpentine
she'll touch my arm and
flowers grow their
poisonous and obscene

all her shrugged little movements
and their despotic majesty
in the midst of such perfection
I can't help but feel diseased


Pig Destroyer - Junkyard God

My knuckles are bleeding on your front door
and these flowers are wilting in the rain.
They were for you and now they are for no one.
They are irrelevant as mercenaries in times of peace.
They are smoke twisting off the lips of a movie star.
Here is a boy with paper skin who longs to touch the girl of broken glass.
She loves it when he wears his skin like that.
In tatters.

Angel van Judas Priest
Don't believe a word van Thin Lizzy


[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door madeline usher op 09-09-2010 21:25]

Addicted van Beseech past er ook wel in vind ik.

i want you, i need you
i cannot live without you
i touch you, i breathe you
i cannot die without you

i want you to believe
i want to know
i want you to feel
that i'm your god, i'm your god

i ache you, i bleed you
i cannot hate without you
i crave you, i beseech you
i cannot love without you

i want you to believe
i want to know
i want you to feel
that i'm your god, i'm your god

simpel, maar wel on topic

Amorphis - Her Alone = idd best romantisch.
Deze vond ik ook nog, hoewel niet standaard romantisch:
My Dying Bride - For my Fallen Angel

As I draw up my breath
And silver fills my eyes
I kiss her still
For she will never rise
On my weak body
Lays her dying hand
Through those meadows of Heaven
Where we ran
Like a thief in the night
The wind blows so light
It wars with my tears
They won't dry for many years
Loves golden arrow
At her should have fled
And not Death ebon dart
To strike her dead

zalig nummer dat MDB vioolspel

I like making noise and 69's
I like getting drunk and doing lines
I don't even care if it pisses fags, yea
And I like to fuck women I've never had
I take alot of smoke and alot of wine
I get high with all those friends of mine
I like the sluts and whores with ol' granddad, yea
And I like to fuck women I've never had
Yea, I like to fuck women I've never had
I like to drink my whiskey and shoot my drugs
I'm just a scumfuc sucking dog
I'm into licking pussy clit and hating fags, oh yea
And I like to fuck pussy I've never had