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    I can think of many songs which have lyrics that have captivated me... but none more so than those of Darkthrone. Here are a few songs of their's that are especially dear to me.

    Where Cold Winds Blow -

    Where Cold Wings Blow I (was) laid to Rest
    I Can not reach my Rusty Weapons
    the Blood and Sword that Guided my Path
    for they Drowned in the Sands of Wisdom

    I was, indeed, a King of the Flesh
    My Blackened Edges; still they were Sharp
    Honoured by the Carnal Herds
    but asketh thou: Closed are the Gates?

    My Mind cut my Winged Weapons
    and Teeth that was my Pride
    And from the Forest all would hear:
    "Wisdom Opens the Gate for the King"

    My Weapons Sighted - My Tears they Tasted
    Summon my Warriors - To the Land of Desire
    To the Domain of Hate - Where Cold Winds Blew
    For Lust for Hell - We Rode with the North Wind

    Only I could accomplish a f***ing Self-deceit
    There are only Two Paths - the Mind or the Sword
    And the Mind was Open like the Sights in a Dream
    But the Sword was like a Stone around my neck

    I Entered the Soul of the Snake
    and Slept with the Armageddish Whore
    (but) without my Throne and my Weapons;
    Where Cold Winds Blow became my Grave
    ________________________________________ ___

    Summer Of The Diabolical Holocaust -

    Come the raging chaos, rule power from your soul
    Pure demonised blessing as I kill myself in woe
    Alls souls coloured the pace of the moon
    Shall suffer the religious

    You must know that I can no longer see
    The difference of dreams and reality
    For the walls have been sieged
    And conquered by war

    Dark satanic blasphemy

    I stand alone in a valley filled with starlight
    My eyes suffer from eternal sparks
    So shut the light and dream so I can see
    The trident clearer than liver moon

    And in my darkest fantasy
    And as I reach for hell
    I am free...

    Hearers are raising from the open sky
    Meglomanta reignes supreme
    Chilled in horror - christian death
    They learned how long to stand and pull

    I head to receive
    The lust and pain
    Beat me jesus
    And we will win

    _____________________________________

    To Walk The Infernal Fields -

    From the abode of demons
    A wing of the pentagram
    Comes the juice that painted
    My heart and my soul

    Swept in black they are
    Swept in black I am

    From this soul comes the eyes
    That will look upon your ten
    Beautiful heads with delight

    My heart is the one
    That will tend to your flames
    And make them mine
    We share this spirit -
    My heart is yours...

    I am your disciple
    And therefore my own
    Your weapon I will be
    With the demons that posesses me
    We'll ride the seven sins of death
    That takes me to Katharian

    The sign of your horns
    Is my dearest vision
    They impale all holy and weak

    You watch me face the mirror
    And see desecration
    With my art I am the fist
    In the face of god

    "Nature! We are surrounded and embraced by her:
    powerless to separate ourselves from her, and powerless to penetrate beyond her.

    Without asking, or warning, she snatches us up into her circling dance, and whirls us on until we are tired, and drop from her arms." - Goethe

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    Some more....

    When Thousand Moon Have Circled by Carpathian Forest

    The vast windswept wastelands,
    Cold horizons opens.
    Many traveller has set their course from here,
    Few of them have returned.

    The utter darkness,
    Bleak visions of emptiness,
    And the veil to this portal,
    Lies in your own belief....

    When thousand moon has circled,
    In the shadow of endless nights,
    The wage of eternal life.

    Among the old tree's,
    As the dust covers every flower in bloom,
    The mourner hide their eyes,
    To reap the seeds and harvest.

    Withering flowers of the northem autumn,
    Shall never thrive again.
    The time has ceased,
    Now my dreams are true....

    ____________________________

    Under The Holocaust by Enthroned

    Reborn through the breeze in a snowstorm
    in front of thirteen black brilliants candles
    reflecting under my eyes, and letting reappear
    the Medieval visions of my ancient empire.

    Prince Lucifer, powerful you buried my corpse
    and keep my spirit, to challenge the good in the
    name of evil and to declare an endless war,
    with the torment of the infernal legions.

    I'm the son of the moon, emperor of the war,
    I'm the one who unleash the hate
    I'm the denial of all benevolence
    I prepare my holocaust
    I shall kill without pity...

    "I raise the inverted cross, in the nightside eclipse...
    His eyes shall watch me in battle.
    Under the storming holocaustsky,
    thy kingdom of heaven will be destroyed forevermore,
    under the throne of the horned king,
    under the sign of the horned one..."

    The whole universe, will then recognize
    the supreme power of Satan, who will retake
    his throne for eternity and will reign forever.
    Beyond the snowclad hills, and the icy mountains
    a vast field of crucified, and impaled is stretching.

    They're perishing in the blackness of darkness
    and soulless of their soul
    for centuries lost in Lucifer's kingdom.
    And endlessly the bloody rivers flows!
    And the maleficiant strengths delivered from
    their abyss are raging.

    Again the empire of evil,
    will shine and my domain of terror,
    will keep his powerful majesty,
    under the glittering brillance of the moon,
    and under the sign of the great iron hammer, sign of Thorburn

    _____________________________________

    The Forest Of Nathrath by Enthroned

    In the nocturnal fog, shadows dancing
    and whisper the Satanic Glory,
    before the flags of hate and lies
    embrace themselves, there on the hills.
    The pentagram hordes, the riders of doom,
    drink the christmen blood.
    tomorrow we'll hunt them
    beyond the dark forest, beyond the blood...
    In the forest of NATHRATH!

    War til death, war til the end.
    Spilling the ecclesiatsics blood,
    invoking the supreme shield of eternity.

    Annhahal NATHRATH!
    Huffah Bethud urieh dielveh!
    HAIL SATHANAS!

    From my altar, I invoke the dark age,
    the battle against Christianity.
    now the day of perveristy, our day!
    Today we treat Christians
    like damned souls were treated by their god!
    After the master will be the infernal prince,
    again by the last time
    all Christian's kingdom will shive by fire.

    The flag of hate, sons of perdition we arise us.
    black souls against god's concept to slay you all.
    In the forest of NATHRATH!

    Annhahal NATHRATH!
    Huffah Bethud urieh dielveh!
    HAIL SATHANAS!

    From my demon-horse I observe the battle against Christianity.
    now the nearest victory our will, the carnage is done.
    there in the woods... in the forest of NATHRATH!

    This was the tales... of the Satanic wars.
    the battle of hate and lies!
    Of hate and lies!!!

    _____________________________________
    "Nature! We are surrounded and embraced by her:
    powerless to separate ourselves from her, and powerless to penetrate beyond her.

    Without asking, or warning, she snatches us up into her circling dance, and whirls us on until we are tired, and drop from her arms." - Goethe

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    With your hair of flaming Roses
    Your kiss - Medusa's touch
    Turn me to a pillar of salt
    To die now would be perfection

    Then my lonliness closes in
    So, I drink a German wine
    And drift in dreams of other lives
    And greater times

    White sheets wrap my mind
    In drunken thoughts of runes and men
    Why does the devil leave for us
    This legacy of lonliness

    This cry for the moon
    And a dagger's thrust
    With your hair of flaming blooms
    And your eyes of saintly dusk

    Then my lonliness closes in
    So, I drink a German wine
    And drift in dreams of other lives
    And greater times...

    Death in June - Runes and Men


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    Play Dead by Björk

    Darling, stop confusing me
    with your wishful thinking,
    hopeful enbraces.
    Don't you understand?
    I have to go through this.
    I belong to here where
    no-one cares and no-one loves.
    No light, no air to live in.
    A place called hate:
    the city of fear

    I play dead.
    It stops the hurting.
    I play dead.
    And hurting stops.

    It's sometimes just like sleeping:
    curling up inside my private tortures.
    I nestle into pain,
    hug suffering.
    Caress every ache.

    I play dead.
    It stops the hurting.


    Wreath Of Barbs by :Wumpscut:

    Holy burning hand of wrath
    piercing forever through the heart.
    And this flaming orbit of shame
    ravages and splits the path

    Grinding, binding, taking away
    Needles above the prey
    Wreath of barbs

    The injection of religion
    has a comalike effect
    And bodies lay in decay.
    Dreaming of a greener day

    Grinding, binding, taking away
    Needles above the prey
    Wreath of barbs

    Open eyes reading nothing.
    A sky harsh blue grins black

    And I bleed and bleed in this wreath of barbs
    And I run and run but I don't get far


    Dunkelheit - Lost Wisdom

    While we may believe
    our world - our reality
    to be that is - is but one
    manifestation of the essence

    Other planes lie beyond the reach
    of normal sense and common roads
    But they are no less real
    than what we see or touch or feel

    Denied by the blind church
    'cause these are not the words of God
    - the same God that burnt the
    knowing
    Lík börn leika best.

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    Graveland - Celtic Winter

    In Celtic Winter wolves wear the white garments...
    In Celtic Winter the weak hearts die...
    In Celtic Winter hunger tears human bowles...
    In Celtic Winter time slowly elapses...

    When the cold comes, hatred burning in your heart will be the only heat.
    When the darkness comes, burning hamlet's shining flames will be the
    only light.
    When the hunger comes, spilled blood of your enemy will be the only
    food.
    When the death comes, be proud and figth bravely, and then die quickly.

    Our true gods haven't left us, the time of their return comes...
    With the sound of war-trumpets we will go at their side into the great
    battle...

    Many of us will die, but no one of us thinks about death in this time...
    It was worth to be born just to die in such a battle...
    Everything else is not important, the meaning of life doesn't mean
    everlasting satisfaction
    of your empty lusts...

    When the dark clouds in the sky, full of black ravens and their sinister
    croaking, appoint
    the time of great trial, the time of great struggle, each man takes his
    sword and target in his
    hands and goes into the place where sounds of horns call him...
    Nobody will spare his blood, when on the battlefield messenger of gods
    leads us...
    ________________________________________ _________________________

    Bathory - Twilight of the gods

    There is a serpent in every Eden
    Slick as grease and cold as ice
    There is a lie in every meaning
    Rest assured to fool you twice

    In this age of utter madness
    We maintain we are in control
    And ending life before deliverance
    While countries are both bought and sold

    Holy writtings hokus-pokus
    Blaze of glory and crucifix
    Prepried costly credit salvations
    TV-preachers and dirty tricks

    Don't trust nobody
    It will cost you much too much
    Beware of the dagger
    It caress you at first touch
    O, all small creatures
    It is the twilight if the gods

    When the foundations to our existence
    Begins to crumble one by one
    And legislations protects its breakers
    And he who was wrong but paid the most won

    Even the gods of countless religions
    Holds no powers against this tide
    Of degeneration because we have now found
    That there is no thrones up there in the sky

    Run from this fire
    It will burn your very soul
    Its flames reaching higher
    Comed this far there is no hold
    O, all small creatures
    It is the twilight of the gods
    ________________________________________ _________________________

    Morbid Angel - Lions Den

    Beasts awaiting, restless
    Circus victims panic struck
    Hunger spawns bestial frenzy
    Commencement of the feast
    By the sign of the cross

    Whips crack
    Centurians might be known
    Christians standing breathless
    Circus victims panic struck
    Scream Arena butchery
    Where is their god as the
    Faithful meet their end?

    Judgement has passed
    Who questions this law?
    Pagan belief of sacrifice

    Kill them all
    Kill them all for slander
    Kill them all and mute their ways

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    Burzum - Jesus' Tod (Jesus' Death)

    A figure laid on the ground
    So malicious that all flowers withered
    A dark figure laid on the ground
    So cold that all water became ice
    Then a shadow fell on the wood
    So the soul of the figure disappeared
    For the figure of the soul was a shadow
    A shadow of evil forces


    Thor's Hammer - May the Hammer Smash The Cross

    May the hammer smash the cross,
    turn to pieces Jesus' corpse...
    May the wrath of the folk
    drive the foreign prophets out.
    What is alien, what is wrong
    shall be banished or destroyed...

    From the mighty Heathen past
    warriors' spirits shall arise
    May their power and their pride
    bring the courage to our hearts.
    May the hatred deep inside
    now explode to this world...


    Thor's Hammer - When The Weak Ones Ask For Help

    There was a land of Giants,
    proud and noble ones
    They lived beyond the rules
    created by hopeless pawns
    They loved adventure and pleasure
    never avoided the fight.
    The darker black,
    they saw the brighter light.

    One day from southern valleys
    the family of ugly dwarfs
    Has come to Giants' land
    and ask the Great ones for help...
    The dwarfs had no place to sleep,
    no clothes and nothing to eat,
    The Giants offered them help,
    and let them safely live.

    The herd of ugly dwarfs
    has grown with every spring,
    They asked for more and more
    they wanted everything...
    To live in peace and love
    they made the equal laws
    The Giant gets the same
    what gets the little dwarf...

    Two centuries has passed
    there is no Giants' land...
    What was noble, great and proud
    is replaced by vulgar mass...

    [The last living Giant has said:]

    "Now I now what the evil we have done,
    we didn' t let the hopeless creatures die
    And you remember before it' s too late,
    the murder is the best when the weak ones ask for help."


    Morbid Angel - Immortal Rites

    Gathered for a sacred rite
    Subconscious minds allied
    Call upon immortals
    Call upon the oldest one to intercede
    Rid us of our human waste
    Cleanse our earthly lives
    Make us one with darkness
    Enlighten us to your ways

    From churning worlds of mindlessness
    Come screams unheard before
    Haunting voices fill the room
    Their source remaining undefined
    Shadows cast from faceless beings
    Lost for centuries

    Lords of death, I summon you
    Reside within our brains
    Cast your spells upon our lives
    So that we may receive
    The gift of immortality
    Bestowed on those who seek you


    New Order - Bizarre Love Triangle

    Every time I think of you
    I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue
    It's no Problem of mine but it's a problem I find
    Living a life that I can't leave behind

    There's no sense in telling me
    The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
    But that's the way that it goes
    And it's what nobody knows
    While every day my confusion grows

    Every time I see you falling
    I get down on my knees and pray
    I'm waiting for that final moment
    You'll say the words that I can't say

    I feel fine and I feel good
    I'm feeling like I never should
    Whenever I get this way I just don't know what to say
    Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday

    I'm not sure what this could mean
    I don't think you're what you seem
    I do admit to myself
    That if I hurt someone else
    Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be

    Every time I see you falling
    I get down on my knees and pray
    I'm waiting for that final moment
    You'll say the words that I can't say
    Why They Hate Us by Joseph Sobran: Western man towers over the rest of the world in ways so large as to be almost inexpressible. It's Western exploration, science, and conquest that have revealed the world to itself. Other races feel like subjects of Western power long after colonialism, imperialism, and slavery have disappeared. The charge of racism puzzles whites who feel not hostility, but only baffled good will, because they don't grasp what it really means: humiliation. The white man presents an image of superiority even when he isn't conscious of it. And superiority excites envy. Destroying white civilization is the inmost desire of the league of designated victims we call 'minorities.' From Sobran's Newsletter, April 1997

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    Just another song. This is a typical example of what I call "beautiful words"...

    Arische Jugend - Nicht klagen!
    Die Fahne...

    Als Vater starb war ich ein Knabe,
    hab' ihn selber nicht gekannt.
    Mit Mutter stand ich vor seinem Grabe,
    las was auf dem kleinen Stein geschrieben stand.
    Als Freikorpskämpfer ist er treu geblieben,
    seinem Volke, seinem Vaterland.
    Nicht Haß trieb ihn, stets heimattreues Lieben
    als er seinen Weg zu Schlageter fand,
    zu kämpfen gegen die Versailler Diktatur:
    Vom Feind gerichtet, feig erschossen, 1923 an der Ruhr.

    Diese kleine Melodie, trägt mich zurück zu den alten Tagen.
    Und dann scheint es mir als antworten sie:
    "Mein Junge, du sollst kämpfen und nicht klagen!"

    Als Mutter starb stand ich bei Halbe.
    Im Kessel, schlug Deutschlands letzte Schlacht,
    am blauen Himmel kehrte heim die Schwalbe,
    flog zur Mutter, an die ich stets gedacht.
    Trag du mein kleiner Frühlingsbote,
    die Liebe und die Sehnsucht zu ihr nach haus.
    Erzähl ihr nicht die vielen tausend Toten
    und nicht des Feindes Schrecken und Graus.
    Sie ist stets eine stolze Frau gewesen,
    alles selbst erschufftet, nichts, um das sie bat.
    Ich liebte ihr so treues Wesen.
    Dahingemordet und geschändet von Ilja Ehrenburgs Saat.


    ENGLISH TRANSLATION

    When father died I was still a boy,
    never knew him in person.
    With mother, I stood at his grave,
    read, what was engraved into the small (grave-) stone.
    As a member of the Freikorps he remained loyal
    to his people, his fatherland.
    He was not driven by hatred but by love for his homeland
    when he found his way to Schlageter
    to fight against the dictate of Versailles:
    Executed by the enemy, cowardly shot, 1923 at the Ruhr.

    This little melody carries me back to the old days.
    And then it seems to me as if they answer:
    "My boy, you shall fight and not complain!"

    When mother died I stood near Halbe.
    In the kettle, fought Germany's last battle,
    at the blue skey, the swallow returned home,
    flew to the mother, of whom I always thought.
    You, my small messenger of springtime, shall carry
    love and longing home to her.
    Do not tell her of the thousands of dead
    and not of the fright and horror of the enemy.
    She has always been a proud woman,
    drudged everything herself, pleaded for nothing.
    I loved her so true character.
    Murdered and disgraced by the crop of Ilja Ehrenburg.

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    Another song which I like very much... It is this kind of lyrics which "touch" me.

    Bound for Glory - 46 Years in Hell

    On a warm and sunny day in Wunsiedel
    I've come to give my respects to you
    Sleep forever in peace my friend
    You're an inspiration in everything I do
    You were an honest man that wanted peace
    To stop a brothers war
    For your mission of peace they locked you up
    And never opened the door

    Chorus:
    Until I'm old and gray
    I will fight to clear your name
    Justice for Rudolf Hess
    We will never forget
    Your 46 years in hell
    46 years in hell
    46 years in hell
    May your spirit rest in peace

    You took the truth to the grave
    They called it suicide
    We all know you won the fight
    They couldn't rest until you died
    Just like you we won't give an inch
    The struggle for the truth continues today
    We'll show the world the hero you were
    No matter what the history books say

    I see you're loved, honored and cherished
    By the flowers and candles on your grave
    From all over the world, none have forgotten
    The price for freedom you paid
    You swore the oath, duty until death
    For 46 years they couldn't steal the pride
    It's 12 years later and none have forgotten
    That your ideals and spirits' alive

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    The Sisters of Mercy - I Was Wrong

    You say stay and never leave
    You say meant for ever
    I could believe you, but I don’t
    You say we’re almost all alone together
    All alone
    You say
    You say you will
    I know you won’t

    I was wrong
    I was wrong to ever doubt
    I can get along without
    I can love my fellow man
    But I’m damned if I’ll love yours

    In a bar that’s always closing
    In a world where people shout
    I don’t wanna talk this over
    I don’t wanna talk it out
    I was quite impressed until I hit the floor
    Isn’t that what friends are for?
    Pain looks great on other people
    That’s what they’re for

    I was wrong
    I was wrong to ever doubt
    I can get along without
    I can love my fellow man
    But I’m damned if I’ll love yours

    You say stay and never leave
    You say meant for ever
    I could believe you, but I don’t
    You say we’re almost all alone together
    All alone
    You say
    You say you will
    I know you won’t

    I was wrong
    I was wrong to ever doubt
    I can get along without
    I can love my fellow man
    But I’m damned if I’ll love yours

    In a bar that’s always closing
    In a world where people shout
    I don’t wanna talk this over
    I don’t wanna talk it out
    I was quite impressed until I hit the floor
    Isn’t that what friends are for?
    Pain looks great on other men
    That’s what they’re for

    I was wrong
    I was wrong to ever doubt
    I can get along without
    I can love my fellow man
    But I’m damned if I’ll love yours

    Something Fast

    All the things
    We never needed
    I don’t need them now
    All the things
    Were always confidential
    And hidden from me anyhow

    You can stand all night
    At a red light anywhere in town
    Hailing maries left and right
    But none of them slow down
    I seen the best of men go past
    I don’t want to be the last
    Gimme something fast

    God knows everybody needs
    A hand in their decision
    Some of us are not so sure
    I seen his own held out
    For a ride on television
    I think he’s still in baltimore

    You can stand all night
    At a red light anywhere in town
    Hailing maries left and right
    But none of them slow down
    I seen the best of men go past
    I don’t want to be the last
    Gimme something fast

    Driven Like the Snow

    Still night, nothing for miles,
    White curtain come down,
    Kill the lights in the middle of the road
    And take a look around.....
    It don’t help to be one of the chosen
    One of the few, to be sure
    When the wheels are spinning around
    And the ground is frozen through, and you’re
    Driven, like the snow
    Pure in heart
    Driven together
    And given
    Away to the west
    A white dress
    Til the river don’t run
    A black dress
    Looking like mine
    Til the sun don’t shine no more
    Where the sky meet the ground
    Where the street fold round
    Where the voice you hold don’t
    Make no sound, look
    Snow on the river and two by two
    Took a lot to live a lot like you, I don’t
    Go there now, but I hear they sung
    Their ”**** me and marry me young•
    Some wild idea and a big white bed, now
    You know better than that, I said,
    Like a voice in the wind blow little crystals down
    Like brittle things will break before they turn
    Like lipstick on my cigarette
    And the ice get harder overhead
    Like think it twice but never never learn...

    And the mist will wrap around us
    And the crystal, if you touch it...

    And the cars
    Lost in the drift
    Are there
    And the people that drive
    Lost in the drift
    Are there
    And the cares i’ve
    Lost in the drift
    Are there
    Theirs, ours,
    Lost in the drift
    Are..
    Driven
    Driven together
    And driven
    Apart

    Heartland

    Lay me down the long white line
    Leave the sirens far behind me
    Paint my name in black and gold
    My heart my flame my heart my road
    My heartland fade across the line
    Heartland sing the faces shining
    In the failing failing failing
    Heartland make the places mine

    Clearly now the past mistakes
    The giant steps we had to take
    The path that ever promise made to
    Die in dream dissolve and fade

    My heartland heartland heartland

    Behind the lines a face that glimmers
    Still looking for a face that shines
    In the promise in the places
    I’m going to make them mine

    My heartland heartland heartland

    Momus - The Angels Are Voyeurs

    God is a tender pervert and the angels are voyeurs
    Watching us forever, their vision never blurs
    They make us then forget us for a hundred million years
    And then by chance they glance at us and something in them stirs
    They find us so provocative, so weak, so full of pride
    Our cleverness, our nakedness, fills them with delight
    The way we hold our coffee cups, the way we pick our words
    God is a tender pervert
    And the angels, and the angels are voyeurs

    And when the tender pervert is too busy to admire us
    He sends his angels down to pass amongst us and desire us
    He gives them little notebooks where they note each quirk and boast
    Our foolish pride and pompousness turn him on the most
    When we're throwing temper tantrums
    When we're giving up the ghost
    The pervert keeps his distance
    But the angels, but the angels move in close

    It intoxicates the pervert, watching how we thrill ourselves
    Not by sex but by devising new ways to kill ourselves
    He sees the way we tamper with the things we most depend on
    The danger stands his hair on end and gives him a hard-on
    He calls his angels down to watch that slut the world get hers
    God is a tender pervert
    And the angels, and the angels are voyeurs

    Joy Division - Heart and Soul

    Instincts that can still betray us,
    A journey that leads to the sun,
    Soulless and bent on destruction,
    A struggle between right and wrong.
    You take my place in the showdown,
    I'll observe witha pitiful eye,
    I'll humbly ask for forgiveness,
    A request well beyond you and I.

    Heart and soul, one will burn.
    Heart and soul, one will burn.

    An abyss that laughs at creation,
    A circus complete with all fools,
    Foundations that lasted the ages,
    Then ripped apart at their roots.
    Beyond all this goos is the terror,
    The grip of a mercenary hand,
    When savagery turns all good reason,
    There's no turning back, no last stand.

    Heart and soul, one will burn.
    Heart and soul, one will burn.

    Existence well what does it matter?
    I exist on the best terms I can.
    The past is now part of my future,
    The present is well out of hand.
    The present is well out of hand.

    Heart and soul, one will burn.
    Heart and soul, one will burn.
    One will burn, one will burn.
    Heart and soul, one will burn.

    A Means to an End

    A legacy so far removed,
    One day will be improved.
    Eternal rights we left behind,
    We were the better kind.
    Two the same, set free too,
    I always looked to you,
    I always looked to you,
    I always looked to you.

    We fought for good, stood side by side,
    Our friendship never died.
    On stranger waves, the lows and highs,
    Our vision touched the sky,
    Immortalists with points to prove,
    I put my trust in you.
    I put my trust in you.
    I put my trust in you.

    A house somewhere on foreign soil,
    Where ageless lovers call,
    Is this your goal, your final needs,
    Where dogs and vultures eat,
    Committed still I turn to go.
    I put my trust in you.
    I put my trust in you.
    I put my trust in you.
    I put my trust in you.
    In you. In you. In you.
    Put my trust in you, in you.

    Bruce Dickinson - Man of Sorrows

    Here, in a church, a small boy is kneeling
    He prays to a god he does not know, he cannot feel
    All of his sins of childhood he will remember
    He will not cry, tears he will not cry
    Man of sorrows, I won't see your face
    Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
    His small boy wonders, what was it all about?
    Is your journey over - has it just begun?
    Vision of a new world from the ashes of the old
    Do what thou wilt!, he screams from his cursed soul
    A tortured seer, a prophet of our emptiness
    Wondering why, wondering why...
    Man of sorrows, I won't see your face
    (I won't see your face)
    Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
    His small boy wonders, what was it all about?
    Is your journey over - has it just begun?
    A man of sorrows, wrecked
    With thoughts that dare not speak their name
    Trapped inside a body, made to feel only guilt and shame
    His anger all his life - I hate myself!, he cried
    Do what thou wilt!
    Do what thou wilt!, he cried
    Man of sorrows, I won't see your face
    (I won't see your face)
    Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
    (left without a trace)
    His small boy wonders, what was it all about?
    Is your journey over - has it just begun?
    Man of sorrows, I won't see your face
    (I won't see your face)
    Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
    (left without a trace)
    His small boy wonders, what was it all about?
    Is your journey over - has it just begun?
    Has it just begun?

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    Death in June - But What Ends When the Symbols Shatter?

    When life is but disappointment
    And nothing is amusing
    The one wild hunt
    For loneliness
    Is a life without god
    Is an end without love
    Soulless today
    And soulless tomorrow
    We struggle for the joy
    Oh, we struggle for the joy
    That life is haunted by
    Its memories - its meaninglessness
    Yearn to be gathered, cracked and saved
    A thought for a life time
    A thought for a night time
    But, what ends when the symbols shatter?
    And, who knows what happens to hearts?
    But, what ends when the symbols shatter?
    And, who knows what happens to hearts?

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