Top 50 Riffs in Extreme Metal

As far as perfect Black Metal riffs go:

Bathory - Enter the Eternal Fire (If you don't know the riff I'm talking about you're a fucking asshole)
Master's Hammer - Vecny Navrat 0:59 - 1:10
Master's Hammer - Zapalili Jsme Onen Svet 0:00 - 1:12
Gorgoroth - Crushing the Scepter (Regaining a Lost Dominion) 0:32 - 1:18
Gorgoroth - Maaneskyggens Slave 3:04 - 3:24
Gorgoroth - Gorgoroth - 0:15 - 1:57

Věčný Návrat is one of the best songs in blackmetal fucking period :kickass::kickass:.

EDIT: I feel sorry for you that you don't understand those fucking lyrics because they're fucking evil.

EDIT2: Ok I'm in a good mood today.



Master's Hammer - Věčný Návrat (Eternal Return)

On the horrid rays of light
of water crystals
through cold eternal night
fires flicker
slow and silent tongues of flames
smouldering pestilent will
after all we're to ourselves
the symbol of salvation
they won't survive the not knowing
pentagram on the chest of everyone of us
an indication expressing all

Aaaargh!

This time no signal will be heard
revelation of souls not casting shadows
hell's bells are covered in blood
and they ring to eternal return!!

Aaaargh!

I know the place very well
where we all belong anyway
don't trust to lying prophets
God is our slave and Satan aswell
those two bastards drink my blood
and death is end for somebody
but we'll yet show you
what does it mean, what does it mean
to look into Master's EYES!

This time no signal will be heard
revelation of souls not casting shadows
hell's bells are covered in blood
and they ring to eternal return!!
 
I want to hear opinions.
I personally think he was doing alright.
I know many people who think that he was the god, and as many who think that he was nothing special and only his death made him kind of a 'hero'.

He was a good guitar player, but very far from a guitar god imo.

His solos are pretty annoying. Some of his riffs are amazing, though.
 
Dimebag was a superb guitar player. Pantera is pretty awesome. He's not quite a god, but close.

If there is an afterlife, I'm sure him and Chuck are chilling together. Writing some killer riffs, in metal paradise.
 
Pantera is great, you assholes.

Not artistically relevant in the slightest, but it's still fucking great.
 
Věčný Návrat is one of the best songs in blackmetal fucking period :kickass::kickass:.

EDIT: I feel sorry for you that you don't understand those fucking lyrics because they're fucking evil.

EDIT2: Ok I'm in a good mood today.



Master's Hammer - Věčný Návrat (Eternal Return)

On the horrid rays of light
of water crystals
through cold eternal night
fires flicker
slow and silent tongues of flames
smouldering pestilent will
after all we're to ourselves
the symbol of salvation
they won't survive the not knowing
pentagram on the chest of everyone of us
an indication expressing all

Aaaargh!

This time no signal will be heard
revelation of souls not casting shadows
hell's bells are covered in blood
and they ring to eternal return!!

Aaaargh!

I know the place very well
where we all belong anyway
don't trust to lying prophets
God is our slave and Satan aswell
those two bastards drink my blood
and death is end for somebody
but we'll yet show you
what does it mean, what does it mean
to look into Master's EYES!

This time no signal will be heard
revelation of souls not casting shadows
hell's bells are covered in blood
and they ring to eternal return!!

Translate the rest of the lyrics plz?
 
Translate the rest of the lyrics plz?


2) Pád Modly (The fall of the idol)


Mighty black smother
from the bowels of Earth
the heavens bleed
aaargh!

The deep red stains on shining snow
they get bigger and bigger
aaargh!

It's propable
that someone above
desperately tries
to wash away the sins of world -
it's hard to curse
the already cursed
nothing can be rectified
when the evil is seeded!

Aaargh!

Hungry flames hide your gravestone
smoke clibs up to heavens
We'll be dying already
with the blessing
of destroyers of the false faith

The jailers of heaven
your heaven is jail
give me only one stationary point in universe
- Hell!
I'll destroy your monument
with the only punch
- the last punch!

Hungry flames hide your gravestone
smoke clibs up to heavens
We'll be dying already
with the blessing
of destroyers of the false faith

3) Každý z nás (Everyone of us)

Your hearts are overflowing with anger
unmerciful
they want to release the burden
for which there's no place
those unthruthful ulcers
on pounding muscles
finally free
now it's something more than
blas-phe-my!

Aaargh!

Hideous symbols of holy figure
the unrelenting faces of the crucified
are kneaded of his fat
thousands of knives engrave the sign

Everyone of us is killing God!
Aaargh! Uuuurgh!

Bring my burden to the ritual
disfigured to match his picture
the astral chain is very strong
it's heart must be pierced!

The red-hot steel points
get through the melting wax
it's deceasing -
the world of stupid believers with hollow brains!

Aaargh!

Hideous symbols of holy figure
the unrelenting faces of the crucified
are kneaded of his fat
thousands of knives engrave the sign

Everyone of us is killing God!
Aaargh! Uuuurgh!

5) Géniové (Wizards)

Just as in deadly agony
you live your passing life
last sunset projects bloody shadows
pictures of the other side
on the moving wall
they subordinate the anxiety to wrath
- the elementals!

"Father, why did you left me?"
"Because your faith is stronger than me"
"I know, I don't need you anymore
wizards enter there without funeral"

To land of frighful secrecies
where only dead can go
led by the power of win
not waiting for what fate brings

Terror doesn't count on us anymore
of the angel of self-delusion
leviathan
opens his mouth!

To land of frighful secrecies
where only dead can go
led by the power of win
not waiting for what fate brings

Terror doesn't count on us anymore
of the angel of self-delusion
leviathan
opens his mouth!

"Father, why did you left me?"
"Because your faith is stronger than me"
"I know, I don't need you anymore
wizards enter there without funeral"

6) Černá Svatozář (Black Aureole)

You spot the burning black aureole
of him who preaches that life is just an illusion
who told you "go with me", you've hidden your face
vainly cherishing the wandering towards his stare

When gates of seven hells will be opened
it's too late to think what should have been done
avoid the intention to enter uninvited
your soul will be devoured by freezing massif

Aaargh!

Pieces of heavy irons come down through the dark
two eyes glow in the distance with listless piece
no creature ever penetrate his solitude
if evil isn't the dominant element
with the pain of existence you will understand,
without a form, the clear evil in everyone of us
in that moment you will feel the breath of the devil closing in
and you will ask no questions anymore!

7) Věčný Návrat (Eternal Return)

On the horrid rays of light
of water crystals
through cold eternal night
fires flicker
slow and silent tongues of flames
smouldering pestilent will
after all we're to ourselves
the symbol of salvation
they won't survive the not knowing
pentagram on the chest of everyone of us
an indication expressing all

Aaaargh!

This time no signal will be heard
revelation of souls not casting shadows
hell's bells are covered in blood
and they ring to eternal return!!

Aaaargh!

I know the place very well
where we all belong anyway
don't trust to lying prophets
God is our slave and Satan aswell
those two bastards drink my blood
and death is end for somebody
but we'll yet show you
what does it mean, what does it mean
to look into Master's EYES!

This time no signal will be heard
revelation of souls not casting shadows
hell's bells are covered in blood
and they ring to eternal return!!

8) Jáma Pekel (Hell's Mouth)

The village is burning
alone I travel in the night
I shorten my way through the field, strech
even if I don't know the purpose, my goal is clear
I loose my consciousness and still I'm awake
the lucifer leads me down there

I hope I'm dead already for this world
when Satan gives me the power back
finally I see the throat of hell
I'm warmly invited to the burning dark
I come closer with the body no longer material
Iron bars close behind me

Hell's mouth - cursed hundreds of times, hell's mouth!
Hell's mouth - bathed with blood, hell's mouth!

Now I serve the Satan, by death and evil
I spread the devastation, I'm a demon
in every building - a black altar
on every picture, there is my face
with frightening laugh I return here
sympathizers of devil fall on the ground

Black is the desire, but colorless is the blood
who is not the chosen, harvests my wrath
vainly they toil, they pray and dream
not everyone can become a demon
obssessed with anger they destroy a village
but vainly they do it, it burns to no avail!

Hell's mouth - cursed hundreds of times, hell's mouth!
Hell's mouth - bathed with blood, hell's mouth!

Hell's mouth - cursed hundreds of times, hell's mouth!
Hell's mouth - bathed with blood, hell's mouth!

9) Zapálili jsme onen svět (We have burned the other world)

Will our wild dream become reality?
A massacre of hungry ghosts
only treat well the real evil
and wish demons a hearing

Fog scattered for thousands years
hides bottomless chasms
sights of the living - immense depth
a lock to insane bravery

We're cursed in a rock
while the undead invoke underworld
the candle of light slowly goes out
useless are all sacrifices
the other side no longer exists
there will only be ice for ages
altar can no longer give us a message
we have burned the other world!

A night of the mental suicides becomes
but we're not dispensing with the world
ice crystals are destroying the sky
finally we see the distant boundaries

Souls escaped from the prison of life
will no longer fall on the earth
material evaporate into a moment of panic
in the name of the mightiest devil

We're cursed in a rock
while the undead invoke underworld
the candle of light slowly goes out
useless are all sacrifices
the other side no longer exists
there will only be ice for ages
altar can no longer give us a message
we have burned the other world!

10) Vykoupení (Redemption)

You live in chests filled with poison
while only death awaits you outside
it's still better
the walking eternally through the center
where ten thousands corpses decompose

Aaargh!

You fight your sadness by fighting illusions
but future is always uncertain
you don't know what to do
with the contents of your skull
- when impure power borns

Aaargh!

Molten gold drones through the riverbeds
same way as blood in us
it's only a matter of time when it overflows
a poisoned stream
a slumbering anger

Aaargh!

On the other side
behind the burning hell
redemption is waiting
- why not immediately?
meaningless life
is bathed by black light
the one and only 'occult black'!

11) Útok (Attack)

Two times thousand years we atone for something
we have never done
two times thousand years we suffer for someone
we have never seen

Here and now
we decompose alive
here and now
misery, death and boredom

He who tells me: "you can't"
is my irreconcilable enemy
now he will learn what he has forbidden
small, subtle attack begins!

Old, limping dog must be eaten
by his own children
because it's them
who will, under strong flag,
rule this world!

Here and now
alfa and omega
here and now
destiny in your hands!

Aaargh!

Here and now
you'll see the holy son
here and now
his candle burns out

He who tells me: "you can't"
is my irreconcilable enemy
now he will learn what he has forbidden
small, subtle attack begins!
 
Oh yeah, and now do The Jilemnice Occultist. :)

Well yeah, the Jilemnice Occultist is a whole different story because it's *BASED* on the story and lyrics. I'm sure you've read the story explanation down here (taken from MH's official). I will translate the libretto when I have time and guts to do this, because this is a matter of the heart for me. Not only that I know it in Krkonoše, I also know the cities and I know the river where Blether commits suicide - :).


The event took place under the slopes of the Krkonose mountains in the summer and autumn of the year 1913, Anno Satanas.


Heroes:

Atrament = a student, amateur occultist and adventurer.
Calamaria = a daughter of Spiritus the landlord, a well known medium.
Clement Bombastus von Satrapold = the new Jilemnice Captain.
Poebeldorf = the Captain's aide-de-camp, and a vile thief
Blether = a groom of castle's stabled and a denouncer.
Spiritus = a landlord of the Jilemnice inn.


A brief overview of the liberetto:

We have emerged now in Jilemnice in the year 1913, and, therefore in the period when the popularity of spiritism (brought Bohemia by Etrich as early as 1880) is at its peak. At first it had been performed mostly by Kckonse weavers at Trutnov, but soon it spread all over the county, and so from the very beginnung of the new century, there had been plentiful spiritistic seances at Semily, Nova Paka, Zelezny Brod and Fielemnice, attended by both young and old people - a physician sits there along with the undertaker, a clerk by the side of a blacksmith, a thief together with a gendarme. The farming, and cosequently, all of the economy is quite naturally being neglected, and the population demoralized. That is why the new Jilemnice Captain has been appointed. He is supposed to rid authorities of bothersome spiritists, who have even refused to pay taxes. On the day Captain is due to take over his duties, A Prague student named Atrament comes to Jilemnice. He is a free-thinker of a doubtful character, but he is extraordinarilly witty. Besides that he is thoroughly interested in spiritism...


"Among the Hills a Winding Way"

Spiritus' inn does not indeed exhibit a bountiful splendour; neither does it host an exclusive society. Vigorous countryside people enjoy themselves here the best they can in accord with their wallets and intellects - which both are half empty. They obtain their delight by means of cheap liquors and racy talk. Standing out like an ametyst jewel in a dungheap, the passionate feeling between Atrament and Calamaria begins to crystalize here. The first night they spend together is filled with eerie occult practices. Approximately at the same moment a ceremonial feast is being held at the Jilemnice castle to welcome the new lord in his dominion. Satrapold encounters the castle's inferior and drinks liquor specialities, talking boastfully.

"I Don't Want, Sirs to Pester Your Ears..."

The next day the Duke goes hunting with his suite. Fiercely chasing a a deer he loses his companions, and in the growing darkness he falls with his horse into a deep pit - the bear-trap. By pure chance Calamaria is strolling through the forest, picking magic herbs. As soon as Satrapold, covered with numerous bruises, manages to pull himself out of the pit, he sees a beautiful apparition. In the silvery haze of the forest scenery, embroided with a thousand rays from the setting sun, a gleaming silhouette of an aetheric fairy resides with a basket full of strange muck. During the first few momemnts Satrapold think that these are the first perceptions of his afterlife and he falls into furious melancholy. But then the beautiful with Calamaria meticulously tretas his wounds and he falls hopelessly in love with her. Although Calamaria refuses his offer to walk her home, she accepts an invitation to the castle. Satrapold, thought, does not have the slightest idea who she might be...

"A Dark Forest Spreads All Around..."

"That Magnificent Deer Has Vanished in the Bush..."

In the morning Satrapold calls Blether, the head groom of the castle's stables, and tells him to saddle up a new horse. The same day the two of them are going to go to Spiritus' inn., the occultist' nest; they do so in disguise so that nobody will recognize them. (This is a new technique of espionage.) Satrapold is shocked by Calamaria's presence in the public house, where she serves spirits. With the wave of a magic wand the Captain's consciousness vanishes and his body and soul are flooded with an emotion completely opposed to the desire to obliterate spiritism in the Krkonose slopes.

"My Captain..."

A few moments later Satrapold, due to his disguise, is attacked by the drunk Atrament, and Blether offers his captain an excuse to imprison Atrament. At the same time Blether also tells Satrapold in very plain language who Calamria is. His explenation is quite naturally different from satarpold's ideals and Blether instantly falls into disgrace with his Captain. In the coach he is slapped thoroughly, and then in the
castle the Captain, in an attack of rage, kicks him over a Persion rug.

"By the Misery of Fate I'm Haunted..."

This aria concerns the most tragical character of the operetta. It is in its substance a confession of a man of deformed character and dicey morals. Kicked over and humilitated, Blether hurries from the castle to Spiritus' inn to offer his services to the spiritists. Since they have already known him for some time, he leaves misunderstood for Jelezny Brod, where he drinks like a fish. Well - for his whole life he has been accustomed to serving some master blindly, and so has life suddenly lost all meaning for him. This probably is the strongest of the motives for his desperate suicide, committed by jumping into the wild Jizera rapids from the Rieger's path pn his way from Jelezny Brod, UC. While Blether is killing himself, Atrament passes the boring time in jail by means of somnambulous sleep. All of sudden he starts to draw thoughtlessly strange patterns on the wall of his dungeon with a broken brick - medial drawings. A praemurdial spirit reveals to him that the man who poses as the Captain Satrapold is - just Satrapold's treacherous aide Poebeldorf, who devised a vile scheme with the intention to steal jewels from the Jilemnice castle and to flee to Cairo with enormous wealth. He was sent to the Jilemnice castle to prepare everything for the arrival of the real Satrapold, who is expected just tomorrow.

"Oh, My Precious Sir, Do You Remember When..."

Calamaria pays a visit to Satrapold (the false one) in the castle and after many minutes of cajoling Poebeldorf, he agrees to free Atrament, but on the condition that she will go with Poebeldorf to hunt later that day. (This is so that he can kidnap her and take her along with him on a horse, which is already waiting in the stables with the saddle bags full of stolen jewels.)

"Everything Is Just My Whim..."

They leave for the castle dungeons to free Atrament. As soon as the bars are open, Calamaria notices the drawings on the dungeon wall, from which she can clearly read what the villain Poebeldorf has schemed. She does not hesitate to cast the accusation in his face, and he instantly pushes her into the cell and locks the bars. In a panic he runs into the stables, where his horse is waiting with the contraband intending to flee immediately. That very moment he is surprised by the fanfares, announcing the real Satrapol's arrival. Satrapold, having inspected the dungeons, learns the whole truth and the situation turns to Poebeldorf's disadvantage - he is put into the prison instead of Atrament.

"Glory, Herr Hauptmann...!"

The operetta ends with a feast in Spiritus' public house; it is revealed that Satrapold holds no grudge against spiritism...
 
Pantera is great, you assholes.

Not artistically relevant in the slightest, but it's still fucking great.

Who are you to say what's "artistically relevant"? Not that Pantera doesn't suck but I find that statement pretentious. Is anyone else getting sick of people trying to "objectify" art?
 
I find it funny that someone would call a band as vastly influential as Pantera "not artistically relevant".