Toute les paroles de mes tounes préféré de black et de death metal

Nemesis is back!
This house is cleaned! Said the priest after exorcism
Death lives here no more so my work is done
After spending the week on the hill, the father just wanted to rest
But he would never leave from the house of the haunted soul

Resurrect in the house of Hades
Death is alive

Doors and windows sealed as the air began to freeze
The priest could nearly breathe as he grapped his cross in fear
From within the house something shouted it loud
Priest stand back and leave, this house belongs to me!

Return of the Nemesis
The Nemesis is back

solo: corpse

Resurrect in the house of Hades
Blood will flow

"Help me god!"

Blinding void veils colours,
All features melt into one vision
All-absorbing and all-swallowing time,
The singing of the black hole is calling
The shrill silence of the universe
Blos up all minds from inside
Desire of your own death makes flesh burst into flame
Another moment of senseless reasoning
Opens the gate to real existence
That is not for the eyes
Inexpressible pain of the ripped flesh
Releases so far unknown senses
No chance for losing consciousness
Suffering in the thickening void
Stop! Human defect is triumphing
The pasage into fourth dimension
Is passing out of sight.

Behold a white horse
And he who set upon him
Was called faithful and true
And in righteousness he doth judge and make war
His eyes were as a flame of fire
And on his head were many crawns
And he had a name written
That no man knew but he himself
And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood
And the armies followed him upon white horses
Clothed in fine linen, white and clean
And out of this mouth goeth a sharp sword
That with it he should smite the nations
And he shall rule then with a rod of iron
And the remnant were slain
With the sword

{ So much for the wicked bonds strangling inspiration, Silent...you retreat
into the Temple _Desert Urbania and drown... }{ Deep within the mosaic
of an inward fraction _Float forth subtle emissaries from outer-materia
_Emerging, but THEY are one, blooming on Mount Chimera _Globular
insinuation, mystic mood in a nameless location. }{ Enu edayon éikerppa
_Sink and desert Urbania _"He offered me a shapeless way so unusual
_A breach in the maze to feel the unexplainable". }{ Mere words !!
They're not suitable swords _To elate the pagans and their hordes _(Veiled
treasure, I still dream beyond this mortal frame ) _We must focus on
guiding pupils willing to soar _The school of thoughts, mirage haven for
the sightless to explore. }{ Enu edayon éikerppa _Sink and desert Urbania
"Dancing on the limbs of a venerable and graceful oak _Escorted by fad-
ing Elvish shadows, to me He spoke : }{ "Truth is a shattered sun blinding
the senses of nations proclaiming they gaze at the right fragments... In
this perspective...I prefer okapis to humans". }{ Admire the Invisible, _The
misunderstood majesty of the imaginative ghost _Seize the momentanous
splendour, disciple _Short-lived, Fleetingly sublime. }{Admire the Invis-
ible, _The misunderstood majesty of the imaginative ghost Acknowledge
with serenity the inescapable gaping jaws _Obsession of the voracious
clock... }{ Standing on the edges of reality, one could magnify even a sea
_Believe and develop your innermost We conjure you, be our host... }
{ Controlled madness _Lucid mummy _Ghoulish caress _Acid coffee
Would it seem senseless ? _If we scream like banshees ?!!? }{ Orches-
trated wonders _"Lose your way" and plunder _A charred Bone-Wheel
is spinning _Unique !! Everything is yours to taste..._Wave it still... Long
Live The King ! _Want to peel your skin ? There is no haste... }{ Trancelike
motion _Absorb our potion... }

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1993
a year of misery?
Darkness fills the sky.
I hear the warriors cry.
The legend tells a story
From a Viking from the north,
Who met a Death Warrior
Black Metal was never really the same.
The legend call it murder
And the Viking had survived.
But the eyes of the Death Warrior
Never saw again the sun upon the sky.
And the quintessence:
Everyone recognized war,
That Black Metal isn't just
Entertainment anymore.
I can still remember
My emotions so confused.
My soul was seeking answers.
No knife I let unused.
So many questions
I had to satisfy.
My soul was under torture,
But I knew my way was right
I see a cemetery fall asleep under fog
And I know the old days will never come
Again.
1993, this year of misery was the knife
which split the Black Metal scene apart.
Since that mighty day Black metal split his Way,
And the unity was never the same again.
Lies, rumors and hate. Moneymaking, sadness
And shame
And all this by, the Day as Burzum Killed Mayhem.
Remember this day! Remember this way!
That you never betray, what here leads you
On your way!
And I never will forget
The day as this both warriors met.
The blood was hot the moon was red
And Black Metal created his own grave.
And I dream from days before
Black Metal Maniacs, no whore,
In the legions of war
The demons in our heads the law.
So I summon you once again,
We should never forget the pain
From older days in our veins
We now cut of that it can flow like rain.
Arrghh, this was the legend from
The Day as Burzum killed Mayhem.