Metal Reviews

I was 12 years old, man! Hahaha. You know, I plan on recording that song someday for real. It's all in my head. It will be so cheesy! Hahaha.

My Ceiling's Low by Two

Oh, God, In Flames lyrics fit this category so perfectly.



(sic)

Fucking seriously, these are exactly as they appear in the booket. typos and all.

Foreign bands often have foreign editors. Haha. I give leeway to foreign bands writing in English, but it's when English bands write terrible lyrics that is annoys me immensely.

CoF =/= gibberish

Later CoF sucks though, as you know.

Damnation and a Day has awesome lyrics.

I don't care if the lyrics are gibberish All Guns Blazing is a fucking awesome song.

I think Halford was going more for sound and effect than making perfect sense. For example, the meter of the lyrics is very precise over the whole song and lends power to the delivery.

Hahahahaha

:?:

I was late... very very late... sorry....



Hahahahaha


There.

I promise you guys there is nothing, absolutely NOTHING more incomprehensible then MARS VOLTA lyrics. Just reading them makes me want find the nearest anorexic emo kid and stab them repeatedly in the face.

just as he hit
The ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets
riddle me this
three half eaten corneas
who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped

I didn't post the whole thing just to be merciful. Poison the Well is a close second.

How many times do I have to turn the switch
to warn you about jumping in the back of the cars.

WTF??

Oh and Zad that song is obviously about a woman who is not well liked by the writer. Dani Filth is infamous for his use of puns and word play. The term gilded cage is used in reference to someone who lives in luxury but not freedom. In other words, a golden cage is nice, but it's still a cage. So a gilded cunt is refering to a woman who is fine as hell but she's still a total bitch. I'll break this down for you.




The song is about a woman who sleeps with men to get their money. (hence the "dirty little gold digger" accusation) This woman pretends to be in love which is the "pretence" that is "overstretched and sickly" because she has done it so many times.



This is pretty straight forward. Her heart is cold and dead which is why it no longer "maintains" any vital organ that might be stabbed. (or scissored)

Any more questions?

Never said it wasn't.

Sarcofago - Desecration of Virgin

seven nights before
of sacred birthday
the lord make himself
present at virgin's home

demons suck your pussy
and fuck 'till delight
she isn't more virgin
because was fucked by satan

he put the virgin of four
fucking your ass hole
the orgy haven't stop
ejaculating on her mouth

she suck the hammer of satan
and reach the first orgasm
he breack laws of god
and prophane the mother of gods

Metalucifer - Heavy Metal Drill

Screaming my machine in the underground, seeking for sacrifice
Stronger than evil, breaking through the destiny, the edge of the insanity
Nobody can control the wilder of mine, crazy smell of death

Revolving my lover breaking the diamond, faster than speed of light
In the name of metal, steel noise of hell
Bloody judgment day has come to you

Sticking my lethal soul into your head, heavy metal drill
The noise of my belief into your head, heavy metal drill

Screaming my machine in the dead of the night, seeking for new fuckin'heads
Stronger than evil, profane the destiny, the edge of the silver one
Nobody can control the wilder of mine, vibration of death
Blackness from blackness, anger from anger, bringing blood to blood

Revolving my lover breaking the diamond , faster than speed of light
In the name of metal, steel noise of hell
Bloody judgment day has come to you

Sticking my lethal soul into your head, heavy metal drill
The noise of my belief into your head, heavy metal drill

So no escape, son no mercy, watch your death
No nightmare, no illusion, the blood begins to flow like the brazing fire

Sticking my lethal soul into your head, heavy metal drill
The noise of my belief into your head, heavy metal drill
Sticking my lethal soul into your head, heavy metal drill
The noise of my belief into your head, heavy metal drill


Total Evil English!

Bah, his fault for consorting with harlots.

Dani Filth is an amazing lyricist.

Thirteen Autumns And A Widow

Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light
A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas
Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed
To the ravenous wolves that the elements led
From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease

Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn
Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm
(Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed)
Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born
On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed
A tragedy crept to the name Bathory

Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose
Grew so dark as this sylph
None more cold in repose
Yet Her beauty spun webs
Round hearts a glance would betroth

She feared the light
So when She fell like a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed...
Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall
But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled
Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel
(And possessed of such delights)
For ravens winged Her nightly flights
Of erotica
Half spurned from the pulpit
Torments to occur
Half learnt from the cabal of demons
In Her
Her walk went to voodoo
To see Her own shadow adored
At mass without flaw
Though inwards She abhored
Not Her coven of suitors
But the stare of their Lord

"I must avert mine eyes to hymns
For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin
He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites
With Him undead for three long nights"

Elizabeth listened
No sermons intoned
Dragged such guilt to Her door
Tombed Her soul with such stone
For She swore the Priest sighed
When She knelt down to atone...

She feared the light
So when She fell
Like a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed
Her decorum as chaste
To this wolf of the cloth
Pouncing to haunt
Her confessional box
Forgiveness would come
When Her sins were washed off
By rebaptism in white....

The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths
'Pon the grave of Her innocence
Her hidden face spat murder
From a whisper to a scream
All sleep seemed cursed
In Faustian verse
But there in orgiastic Hell
No horrors were worse
Than the mirrored revelation
The She kissed the Devil's phallus
By Her own decree...

So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky
Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret
A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare
On winds without prayer
Stigmata still wept between Her legs
A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds
She sought the Sorceress
Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair

Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die
For the throat of Elizabeth
Damnation won and urged the moon
In soliloquy to gleam
Twixt the trees in shafts
To ghost a path
Past the howl of buggered nymphs
In the sodomite's grasp
To the forest's vulva
Where the witch scholared Her
In even darker themes

"Amongst philtres and melissas
Midst the grease of strangled men
And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen
Elizabeth came to life again"

And under lacerations of dawn She returned
Like a flame unto a deathshead
With a promise to burn
Secrets brooded as She rode
Through mist and marsh to where they showed
Her castle walls wherein the restless
Counted carrion crows

She awoke from a fable to mourning
Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep
Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung
Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry
The biblical prattled their mantras
Hexes six-tripled their fees
But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed
And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally...

Hey those ^ lyrics are awesome.

He used to write good lyrics, I'll give you that. Still, not a patch on other BM bands. Far too blatantly rhyming, and trying-too-hard to be erotic.

Damn, if he was only a good vocalist.

Yes, I agree he had very good lyrics in their previous albums. If I can't understand %79 of what someone says, it has to be good English.