Si ascultam acu` cateva zile niste formatii de genul. Si nu intelegeam NIMIC din versurile lor, decat fragmente foarte neclare. Oricat m-as fi concentrat, nu auzeam decat ragaituri si tobe si chitari suparate. K, no problema. De curiozitate insa, m-am uitat pe versuri. Bai, si sunt BESTIALE. Adica… sunt POEZII in puii mei! Mult mai misto decat formatii care “canta normal” si inteligibil. Au POEME acolo, profunzimi, chestii filozofice!!!

Mi-i imaginez pe pletosi/barbosi si satanisti suparati adunandu-se la o masa, la o lumanare, imbracati in negru, cu o carafa de vin si 5 de bere langa ei si zicand “Frati de arme si de ragete sinistre… ieri noapte am citit Observatii Asupra Sentimentului de Frumos si Sublim a lui Kant si Despre Teoria Negativismului, de Bleuler. HAI sa facem niste versuri, fratilor!”.

Si se pun ei pe munca si scot niste chestii absolut sublime pe care mai apoi le…RAG pe scena…si nimeni nu pricepe nimic. FTW?!?!

Oricum, redau mai jos niste exemple:

BATHORY:

All dressed in gold and purple the beauty awaits the night
Knowing what will satisfy
Aware of Her delight
The thought of young fresh blood makes the hours go so slow
But the yearn for eternal life and beauty makes her hazelbrown eyes glow

Woman of Dark Desires
Woman of Eternal Beauty
Woman of Dark Desires
Elizabeth Bathory……

Now the hour is comed, the time is right for the feast to take its roll
And by the sunrise 60 bodies will be found raped from their blood and souls
The beauty patiently selects the victims for the night
Innocent blood will give eternal beauty eternal life

Woman of Dark Desires
Woman of Eternal Beauty
Woman of Dark Desires
Elizabeth Bathory……

Now the life you have lived have comed to light and unfold is your perversity.
Now the end is near still death is real
No more beauty or life for eternity
Cold walls entombs your secrets but there’s nothing you regret
Embrace death with a smile as the highlands face sunset

CRADLE OF FILTH

They say drinking is a way to die,
But at the end… dying is a way to drink, that’s why…

Unquenchable thirst burns you inside
The ruins of already burnt out mind
Inexhaustable craving for something
You’re already crying.

[Bridge:]
Degenerate drunk with a razor blade
Strung out spilling your own blood.
Exterminate scars already made.
Ready for another drink, can you wait?

Detoxing, here come the withdrawals.
[Whispering:] Maybe you’ve gone too far.
Deep within things are getting hot
Can’t deny, take another shot.

CREMATORY

The end of your time has come
A journey into your own self
I’ll show you what good and evil rule
Hate is a form of love
Life is an unknown journey into subconsciousness

Of your soul where dreams became reality
Follow me into the light of the forgotten
Death is an entrance to another life
Neither time nor space can stop this circle

Emotion and feelings
The unreality of fear of the unknown
Transmigration – Transmigration
Transmigration