Dionyst
Blodim prek planote, ko mimo z vetrom prišumiš. Prislonim ti steklo h grlu, okrog zapestja sukanc, Ti vzdrhtiš. Kri kot saje, glas kot lajež. Ples sramote, smrt vrednote. Predajaš se v zameno za sok jeseni kri! Skloni glavo, stopi v mojo vero. To krvavo izplačaj bero! Se upreti več ne zmoreš, se vzdržati niti nočeš. Ples sramote, smrt vrednote. Predajaš se v zameno za sok jeseni kri! Je suis le vent sauvage, je t'emmène dans un voyage ... de douleur oubliée. Cette forêt maudite m'oblige à vivre en ermite! V gmajni pogube te odnašam kot plaz, s prstjo v ustih odkrivaš svoj jaz. Jočeš, trguješ, iz obupa zahtevaš svoj čas. I z g u b l j e n .
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
We beseech thee, Master! Be our abetter and protector! Save the sane among us, raise up the sick, comfort our broken hearts. Feasting with the wanderers, the kings and the people. Feeding the hungry, restoring the needy. We appeal to thee, Lord of the Fallen! Our father in turmoil, thy rule is supreme. T h y o r d e r e t e r n a l ! Thy stars shine thru morning. "Drink the nectar of gods with dutiful reverence. Take the favour of saints and throw up the ichthys, for life is meant to be adored." Throw the stones upon my way! Expect no sin for them to change. "We fall asleep, grounded in love. And then (without consideration), HE strikes!" In remembrance of His mercy, let this cup pass from me. Nevertheless, not as I will - but as thou wilt. O' my Master, I drink, thy will be done.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
Norec! Norec, ki pluje prek morja. Ki ni modro, je rdeče, je kraljestvo Bakusa. Kot zastor prek poloble v valovih se igra. Pluj varuh vinifere, naj te vodi Venera. O, kri in voda! Vse rdeče kot škrlat. V tvojih očeh le groza, krvav je tvoj obraz. Naj srce ne prestane si utirati poti skozi angelske blodnjake. Naj napolne kri ti usta in oči! Čaša časa čaka Daj, izpij!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
V objemu črne biti, ti klonim, te častim, s srcem ti darujem moj vsemir. Vzemi jutranjice, vsa sonca vseh nebes, zazibaj me v kaos, na prestol iz teles. V imperiju saj, v božji kloaki zvezd, mi pojejo himne zbori predpotopnih mest. Kjer preroki narodov v blatu goli leže, se zlato topi z oblakov, kjer pekel je nebes. Od živih zdaj mrtev vstal, v jutru pozabljen kralj. V puščavi misli tavam, v temnem breznu brez dna. Nazaj v center vesoljne agresije, kjer spim nemirno. Nemirno v objemu črne krvi. Oh, kot merlot nasilni, je sovraštvo v mojih ustih šampion. V templju radosti opojnih skrivnosti, v jutru pozabljen gnoj. Od živih zdaj mrtev vstal, v jutru pozabljen kralj. V puščavi misli tavam, v temnem breznu brez dna.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
Prebijam se brez ovir v tvoje telo. Kot strupena kri, poganjam se naprej, globoko v meso. V toplo srce, v tvoje črevo. Prežemam se s tabo, napojim te z zlobo. S poznanim in nevednim, z ogabnim in lepim. Rišem ti zvezde, ti odpiram nebo. V slapu se spuščam v brezno noči. Omamljam na poti do dna. Strup kot lepota, kri kot žrtev. Zaplavajva zadnjič, že spet, v temo oba. Ubijam te znova, preplavljam kot smrt. V verige te objemam, v ognjen hlad. Nemočen se predajaš, me prosiš, klečiš. Kličeš po krvi, a jaz sem kri! Gorivo življenja, ogenj in kri. Umij se v vodnjaku čustev, solz in laži. Suženj si moj, v objemu verig. n u l l n i h i l - Si habitat gnid!
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Rise now, o, Silvermoon! Discard this weight of life. Olden Bridge has crumbled down, a rusty knife has cut the tongue. Eyes were sewn for not to see, the bed of Laba dried eternally. Still, the chasm screams with darkness, with gloom and emptiness. Acceptance seems futile, yet memories live - for thee Silvermoon - all warriors grieve. Rise, now! Rise now, o, Silvermoon! Discard this weight of life. Ascend above the chapel ruin. The stars await to shine a new light. Rise ... High up now, o, Silvermoon! Accept this humble poem, this common tune. Shine upon the friends who seek for you, among the shades of graves to find your tomb. Still, the chasm screams with darkness, with gloom and emptiness. The Olden Bridge has crumbled down. The bed of Laba dried eternally.
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
He's the law and the disorder. With kosmik cloak o'er his shoulder. The One with the silver quiver, a god of the wineflowing river. Let the wind blow into the middle of his sail. Let the flight of his poison arrow never fail. Proud, with his horns of Æthir and with bloodstains on his teeth, he holds his hand - ever inviting - to join him in suffering Χαίρε! Ελευθέριος We consume His earthly incantation
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025