kickass lyrics

Shattered Existence (1989)

"Blackness, fills the sight I see,
Destruction, malignancy.
Intense pain, ripping through my veins,
Try so hard but this enemy remains.
Demonic passion, you can't dismiss,
Bleak depression, you reminisce.
Enforce the grip, on your life,
Try to remove it, with a knife.

Face your dark enemy.
Face your dark enemy.

Infestation, you can;t see,
Realisation is yet to be.
Infection, pumping through,
They don't know, haven't got a clue.
Remember what it was like before.
It grabbed you, blacked out all you saw.
Conspiracy, inside your head,
Until you think you're already dead.

Face your...

The pressure's on, time ticks away,
Immobilized, you try to delay.
Memories gone, you're unaware.
Your will to live replaced by despair,
Screams of pain you emanate.
Have no faith you're full of hate.
Helpless now, so full of fear,
No point in this, your end is here.

Face your..."

Lyrics: Darklyrics.com

Just decided for this cause Xentrix kicks fuckin ass..I thought first yeah just
a mixture of Metallica and Testament but I listened to it more carefully and I realized that the arrangements are very good..
there are too many lyrics that I like. I think it would exceed this thread if I post all this stuff..
 
All of your life, you idolized them
Those men with pride, want to be like them
Never alone, all parts of a team
No course of their own, it sounds like a dream

Soldier - You're not worth a damn!
Take orders - Is all that you can
Obey 'em - They'll teach you every rule
Bombfood - You're nothing but a tool



Artillery - Bombfood :kickass:
 
wow, i didn't know that this thread has been revived :lol:

anyway, my cousin posted this somewhere and it is from a Megadeth song if i am right, i don't know which one though.
i thought it was a pretty cool sentence


''What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine too, if you shake my hand you better count your fingers''
 
Bal-Sagoth: Six Score and Ten Oblations to a Malefic Avatar

I have come into possession of a certain ancient book, a collection of arcane scrawlings reputed to have been derived from an even earlier transcription, allegedly lost during the great fire of 1666.
The Chthonic Chronicles!
I cannot disclose here the precise and rather unsavory means by which I acquired this weather-worn tome, but I immediately recognized the veracity of the fevered inscriptions contained within.
Apparently derived from an incomplete Latin translation of the original source material, the text sporadically lapses into an indecipherable tongue which the translation cryptically notes as being Old High Atlantean.
Glyphs, sigils, occult pictograms, six score and ten oblations to some malign entity of colossal evil... some diabolical avatar of the Z'xulth.
Khthon!
I must delve further into the foreboding depths of this great black book...


Caught in the maleficent whorls and verticals of this dark tome... but what lies at the heart of it?
A vespertine viper's nest of sublime wickedness!
 
I'll just leave these here...

The black of night, the city deserted
The empty streets which will soon be your grave
Demonic plague, of unholy creatures
A deadly virus turned them into it's slave
They shamble on, their corpses decaying
Insatiable in their hunger for brains
They have no soul, they have no thought
Only a thirst for the blood in your veins
 
Xentrix are nothing special to be fair.
Iam speechless!
you don't like em? they're british..
I expected more patriotism.. :lol:

Qualms Of Reality
Meshuggah



Redundant cruelty
Children are shoveled into enclosed solitude
in lack of value cause by minor defects
Each one an unsuitability
Outside the publics field of vision

Left to die on a bed of concrete
While the rich swallows ostentation
Distorted minds screaming for consolation
The vanity of convenience rules the world

LOCKED UP
Who cares about rights
SO WHAT
If the world's a bit rude
The PROSPEROUS
Pay to keep it concealed
Leaving problems untouched because of fear

ABANDONED LIVES
Hundreds in a room, staring with empty swollen eyes
Mutilated possibilities
Enslaved by INSANITY

The belligerent ARROGANCE of the leaders
strangles the subjecteds RIGHT
to a childhood of safety
NIGHTMARES But for real for ever engraved
in the minds of lost infancies

SHUT OUT
From this dying world of calumny
INFANTICIDE
A thousand souls a day flows away with the breeze

Living corpses, breathing lungs filled with disease
Underdeveloped twisted thoughts, trying to understand
Unfairly secluded by the prevailing injustices
that pushes this mentally ill world
over the edge of acceptance

LOCKED UP
Who cares about rights
SO WHAT
If the world's a bit rude
The PROSPEROUS
Pay to keep it concealed
Leaving problems untouched because of fear

DEATH INSIDE, WITHOUT REACH-THEIR FREEDOM. BOUND TO FEEL, WITHIN-
ILLNESS FLOATING. SOULS IN PENURY, SOON TO FADE OUT-AGGRAVATION IN
CHARGE...BEMOAN OPPRESSION, EXTENSIVE CARNAGE BEHIND WALLS OF
UNCERTAINTY, WE'LL REALISE AS THE FLOODS OF INSIGHT COME DOWN
 
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Bal Sagoth: Draconis Albionensis

The Oracle of Logres: (spoken)
It was a time of change. The descendants of the Atlantean mages had fallen before the New Praesidium, and the wolves were baying at the Empire's door.
An oppressive new faith was encroaching from the east, and the sylvan liege had locked tight the gates of his arboreal realm.
And so it was that towards the end of the Age of Mystery, the last of Albion's great Dragon Lords did gather for what would be their final battle...


The Dragon King's Vow:
Dragon Imperium, Throne of the Ancient Gods, Behold the Axiom, Wyruld Cyninga!
Dragon Imperium, Behold the Axiom, All hail to Draconis Albionensis!
There is no ignominy, there is glory,
There is no servitude, there is dominance,
There is no defeat, there is victory... victory eternal!
Dragon Imperium, throne of the Ancient Gods, behold the axiom, Wyruld-Cyninga!
It is time! We shall rule, and upon our dominion the sun shall never set!
 
Skyclad have the best lyrics. This is from a song called Helium, the most upbeat song about suicide that I can think of:

Pray for my poor melancholy soul,
I've cried so many tears inside -
My head's a goldfish bowl.
A mood so deep - so far above you all,
With no one there to catch me if i fall.

This is your man in the street reporting,
And so far all we've got is that a regular guy is on a ledge up high -
He's had enough of the irregular lot.
And in the World exclusive live tonight
Brought to you via satelilite -
The last sane man heard frankly speaking
'bout the 'ups and downs' of leaping
He says...

I'm lighter than air - i haven't a care,
Still gravity poulls me under,
Credibility gaps - gullability fills -
They were bringing me down (no wonder)
Square pegs, round holes, last dregs, own goals
Monkey puzzle my fist won't fit inside
Every day nothing new, black and white deja-vu,
Makes me feel i wanna spread my wings and glide.

Should i look - should i leap from this unfairy story?
My life and my filofax flashing before me
Fly like a rock from the roof to the basement,
The last thing to go through my mind was the pavement!

(Falling out of love with life.)

Here's the latest news flash update
on the wall street situation
Seems he wants to have his song played live upon our T.V station
It's a lyric he just wrote
The bleatings of a social scapegoat,
Thirty years under the weather - at the end of a SHORT TETHER
it goes...

I'm lighter than air - i haven't a care,
Still gravity pulls me under,
Credibility gaps - gullability fills -
They were bringing me down (no wonder)
Square pegs, round holes, last dregs, own goals
Monkey puzzle my fist won't fit inside
Every day nothing new, black and white deja-vu,
Makes me feel i wanna spread my wings and glide.
 
Revival bump

These lyrics, I swear to Lucifer... Carcass must be time travellers. These are essentially written about me and my bandmates.

"Welcome, to a world of hate
A life of buried dreams
Smothered, by the soils of fate
Welcome, to a world of pain
Bitterness your only wealth
The sand of time kicked in your face
-Rubbed in your face

When aspirations are squashed
When life's chances are lost
When all hope is gone
When expectations are quashed
When self esteem is lost
When ambition is mourned
...All you need is hate

In futility, for self preservation
We all need someone
-Someone to hate"
 



I'm the dictates of your guilty conscience
You must comply to my evil influence

You'd like to throw your boss out of the window
Show no mercy and cut him up with a chainsaw

You can't bear this rep bothering your wife
So rip him open with a carving knife
You wonder how to kill your enemy
Smash his head until it's gravy

[Chorus:]
You take pleasure
In using violence
It's in your nature
Psychopathic sense

Psychological conflict
You're under my influence
You can't repress your instinct
I incite you to violence

Enjoy
The violence

I control your inward rage
You can't suppress your anger
I possess you, I'm your cage
You feel an urge to murder

[Chorus]

I'm the dictates of your guilty conscience
You must not comply to my evil influence

Your neighbour is always fucking you around
Put your fingers in his eyes and scratch them out

You hate the collector and the income tax
Keep your money and cut him to pieces with an axe

You've had enough of cops and parking tickets
Take your gun and riddle them with bullets

[Chorus]

Prompted my brutal force
You commit crimes in cold blood
With no feeling of remorse
You're always thirsting for some more

Enjoy the violence
 
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Exodus' Shroud of Urine

Christ on a cross
Such a symbol of loss
Since what seems like the dawn of time
It's just an engine of grief
Yeah, a bloody belief
One that has no reason or rhyme
You're cruci-fucked
And you're out of luck
If you put your faith in the flock
Your only sin
Is when you piss in the wind
They've never had any key to the lock

I believe in nothing
Least of all in the word of shit
So hide in your shroud of urine
Because I can't take the smell of it

God isn't great
Just an icon of hate
Intolerance and despise
Believe in me
And I will set you free
I never heard a bigger pack of lies
It's ludicrous
That anyone of us
Would want to be lead by the blind
It's all in vain
It'll be your bane
If you're looking for the divine


Forgive and forget
such an empty threat
Religion at the end of the blade
The insanity
Of Christianity
Is just a fucking masquerade
You're cruci-fucked
And you're out of luck
If you put your faith in the flock
Your only sin
Is when you piss in the wind
They've never had any key to the lock
 


I met her at a donkey show.
She was minutes past thirteen.
Sucking on a cherry yoo-hoo.
Reading "Nugget" magazine.
Cum splattered tube-top.
Scrawny pre-pube tits.
That's when I saw she was quadraplechick.
And I said "Baby you're looking good"
That's when I noticed her legs were wood
I grabbed a stump and dragged her out the door
I need a hole
I don't need no hips

I laid a line of coke on her tits
That's when I ripped off her dirty shit-filled drawers

Good, should, could, I think it feels pretty good
So good, so good, so good, so good, so good, so good

It wasn't nothing pretty, she took my genital germ
Her limbless body thrashed about filled with infected sperm
I criss-crossed with the cables,
I smashed her face through a door
They found her in a plastic bag down by highway 64
And I said "Baby your looking good"
That's when I saw her legs were wood
And all you people...
You just can't understand
I need a hole
I don't need know hips
I need the taste of dick on my lips
I fucked her asshole with a piece of frozen shit

Rock n Roll Never Felt So Good - GWAR :D
 
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Since you insist on trying
I'll show them what you're hiding
Too bad you think you're crucial
The truth is much more brutal

Take heed to what I'm saying
My words are not for playing
So sad you think you're crucial
The fate of waste is brutal

Pneuma - 90 Million Seconds


Sounds even better when you listen to it.
 
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Slayer - Sex, Murder Art

Caught
Now you're mine
I am the master of your whipping time
The smile
On my lips
The look of horror on your face
Self
Justification
Can't rid the sexual fascination
Can
You deny
My face of pleasure the gleam in my eye

You're nothing
An object of animation
A subjective mannequin
Beaten into submission
Raping again and again

Shackled
My princess
Dangling in distress
Here
To discipline
My sole purpose never ends
Bleeding
On your knees
My satisfaction is what I need
The urge
To take my fist
And violate every oriface

You're nothing
An object of animation
A subjective mannequin
Beaten into submission
Raping again and again

Slaves to my torment
Scream to your heart's content
Time and time again
Pleasure in inflicting pain
Power so insane
Trying to circumvent
Unadulterated battery
Manipulated reality
God is dead - I am alive!