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В следующий раз,когда дэкста зайдет-тебе наверное бан сделает.У тебя уже итак 9 замечаний 
Один' ОК
Правильно ответить на все вопросы:
Жить? Или существовать?
Провести черту яркой краской:
Справа - хорошо, слева - печаль.
Гиблое дело - все не так
Все гораздо сложнее и даже пустяк
Беспокоит, пьет твой сок
Все слишком жестоко, если ты одинок.
Позову тебя к себе рукой,
Скажешь мне: "Прощай"
Назову тебя своей судьбой,
Не умирай.
Потерял покой, испугался
Подумал о себе - осознал:
Страница твоей жизни - пепел,
Просто пыль, что разъедает глаза.
Хочешь наказать свое тело
На краю обрыва. Ты не прав
Положив себя, не найдешь ответ:
Для чего все? Ты жив или нет?
Позову тебя к себе рукой,
Скажешь мне: "Прощай"
Назову тебя своей судьбой,
Не умирай.
(c) Spatorna
Правильно ответить на все вопросы:
Жить? Или существовать?
Провести черту яркой краской:
Справа - хорошо, слева - печаль.
Гиблое дело - все не так
Все гораздо сложнее и даже пустяк
Беспокоит, пьет твой сок
Все слишком жестоко, если ты одинок.
Позову тебя к себе рукой,
Скажешь мне: "Прощай"
Назову тебя своей судьбой,
Не умирай.
Потерял покой, испугался
Подумал о себе - осознал:
Страница твоей жизни - пепел,
Просто пыль, что разъедает глаза.
Хочешь наказать свое тело
На краю обрыва. Ты не прав
Положив себя, не найдешь ответ:
Для чего все? Ты жив или нет?
Позову тебя к себе рукой,
Скажешь мне: "Прощай"
Назову тебя своей судьбой,
Не умирай.
(c) Spatorna
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Limbonic Art - A Venomous Kiss Of Profane Grace
The dead speaks to me
From beyond the grave
That is why my conscience is
I`ve buried the dead alive
The blood of the child is pure now
In death it gives me life
The circle is complete
Begin another...
Dark cold icy death
As the scorpion stings the minds obsessed
A venomous kiss of profane grace
As shades of hatred reigns
Silent screams of suffering
I stand in flames of torturing
Goddess of flesh hunger and desire
Grant me wings of hellish fire
Know that all my creations spring
From blood on the cross in blasphemy
I am death the creator of sin
And of the pure I am the wind
The dance of creeping shadows
Enchanting all insania
I`ve become evil in soul and mind
In a demonoid fantasia
A venomous kiss of profane grace
In a world so fundamentally weak
I see no beginning only the end
[off]добавлено спустя:[/off]
ещё от Negura Bunget немного...первая песня последнего албума....
Poarta-a vintului incet deschide, aspru suier 'ncet purcede
Iarna incuiata, codru inverzit.
Alb si negru sa-mpleteste, timpu tainic daspleteste
Picatura pica, piatra sa daspica,
Hora sa-nvirteste, apa daspleteste, ghiata inchegata,
Da vechi timp purtata, din miaz munte da piatra;
Samn ca timpu sa porneste. Dalasine. Si p' ales fagas.
La-ndasitu codrilor, in glasu vinturilor,
Si-n umbra pietrii, chip sfrintat, 'n munte, 'n 'nalt Ceahlau
Ce din gheata inghetata, lua forma ce-i fu data. Vesnic!
Chiparus... prin para si foc, vijelios... joc;
Ca prin foc sa arza, dincolo sa treaca, prin jar si cenusa
Sus pe calea cea apusa, ce-a alesului fagas.
Frati blajini, rohmani! Din aievea fiind, da dupa apa Simbetii,
Dupa brazda lu Novac,
Din scorbu pamintului, al din naltu muntelui,
Muntelui caruntului, s-al bradului,
Bradului, viteazului.
La virfsori da munte, la bradui marunti, la stina batrina,
Unde iarba creste, da-n patru sa-mpleteste,
Cerbu runcului, fiara cimpului, s-a pamintului, agale-n plai coboara...
Toti copaci in calea sa, crengile-s pleca
Coarnele-i margaritare s-impunzatoare
Laganat purtat, spre al tainic loc, fagas.
Cum urzica sa nunteste, sa-nunteste s-nfloreste,
Din intins cuprins da lume, scaun da lege sa aduna
Vorba sa o spuna, raspicat si pentru tati.
Legea bitii si cea fricii. Drept!
Pieptu ursului brazdat,
Da Focu Viu, da dupa Strimba Oilor
In mijlocu poienilor, si-n mijlocu padurilor,
Flacara-i rasfringe, si din foc si singe
Mugur verde da brad, imbucat, insingerat... s-ntrupat... dascatusat.
D-aci, incotro... dincolo...
Fagas!
[English translation:]
Open gates of wind, a whistle slowly crawling in
Locked winter, greened forests.
Black and white are blending secretly untwining time
The drop falls, splitting the rock,
The round dance starts to circle untwining waters; the strong ice
Which has long traveled, from the rocky mountain's heart;
A sign: the beginning of time. By itself. On the chosen path.
At the forest's heart, in the wind's whispering,
In the rock's shadow... a sculptured face on the heights of Ceahlau Mountain
Which, from icy ice, took the shape it had been given. Forever!
Pepper... through flames and fire, stormy... game;
Burned in fire, through embers and ashes, crossing beyond
Upwards on a faded path - that of the chosen path.
Kind-hearted brothers, rohmani! Coming from the real, from beyond Apa Simbetii,
Beyond Novac's furrow,
From the heart of the earth, in the mountains high,
The grayish mountains, and of the fir tree,
Fir tree... the brave!
In the mountains high, through the small firs, at the old sheepfold
Where the grass grows, interweaving four by four,
Stag of the defrosted realm, beast of the fields and of the earth, slowly descending...
The trees in his way they all bend their branches
His goading antlers like pearls
Swinging gait... towards the secret place - the path.
Stinging nettle sprouting, and blooming,
From the vastness of the world a law is taking shape
To utter the word, bluntly, and for all.
Law of the club and of the fear. True!
Furrowed bear chest,
By the Living Fire, from beyond Strimba Oilor
At the heart of the clearings, at the heart of the woods,
Its flame throws back, and from fire and blood
Green fir's bud, gobbled up, stained with blood... embodied... unchained.
From here, to where... beyond...
The path!
хорошо, что на румынском поютъ, а то на инглише не то...
The dead speaks to me
From beyond the grave
That is why my conscience is
I`ve buried the dead alive
The blood of the child is pure now
In death it gives me life
The circle is complete
Begin another...
Dark cold icy death
As the scorpion stings the minds obsessed
A venomous kiss of profane grace
As shades of hatred reigns
Silent screams of suffering
I stand in flames of torturing
Goddess of flesh hunger and desire
Grant me wings of hellish fire
Know that all my creations spring
From blood on the cross in blasphemy
I am death the creator of sin
And of the pure I am the wind
The dance of creeping shadows
Enchanting all insania
I`ve become evil in soul and mind
In a demonoid fantasia
A venomous kiss of profane grace
In a world so fundamentally weak
I see no beginning only the end
[off]добавлено спустя:[/off]
ещё от Negura Bunget немного...первая песня последнего албума....
Poarta-a vintului incet deschide, aspru suier 'ncet purcede
Iarna incuiata, codru inverzit.
Alb si negru sa-mpleteste, timpu tainic daspleteste
Picatura pica, piatra sa daspica,
Hora sa-nvirteste, apa daspleteste, ghiata inchegata,
Da vechi timp purtata, din miaz munte da piatra;
Samn ca timpu sa porneste. Dalasine. Si p' ales fagas.
La-ndasitu codrilor, in glasu vinturilor,
Si-n umbra pietrii, chip sfrintat, 'n munte, 'n 'nalt Ceahlau
Ce din gheata inghetata, lua forma ce-i fu data. Vesnic!
Chiparus... prin para si foc, vijelios... joc;
Ca prin foc sa arza, dincolo sa treaca, prin jar si cenusa
Sus pe calea cea apusa, ce-a alesului fagas.
Frati blajini, rohmani! Din aievea fiind, da dupa apa Simbetii,
Dupa brazda lu Novac,
Din scorbu pamintului, al din naltu muntelui,
Muntelui caruntului, s-al bradului,
Bradului, viteazului.
La virfsori da munte, la bradui marunti, la stina batrina,
Unde iarba creste, da-n patru sa-mpleteste,
Cerbu runcului, fiara cimpului, s-a pamintului, agale-n plai coboara...
Toti copaci in calea sa, crengile-s pleca
Coarnele-i margaritare s-impunzatoare
Laganat purtat, spre al tainic loc, fagas.
Cum urzica sa nunteste, sa-nunteste s-nfloreste,
Din intins cuprins da lume, scaun da lege sa aduna
Vorba sa o spuna, raspicat si pentru tati.
Legea bitii si cea fricii. Drept!
Pieptu ursului brazdat,
Da Focu Viu, da dupa Strimba Oilor
In mijlocu poienilor, si-n mijlocu padurilor,
Flacara-i rasfringe, si din foc si singe
Mugur verde da brad, imbucat, insingerat... s-ntrupat... dascatusat.
D-aci, incotro... dincolo...
Fagas!
[English translation:]
Open gates of wind, a whistle slowly crawling in
Locked winter, greened forests.
Black and white are blending secretly untwining time
The drop falls, splitting the rock,
The round dance starts to circle untwining waters; the strong ice
Which has long traveled, from the rocky mountain's heart;
A sign: the beginning of time. By itself. On the chosen path.
At the forest's heart, in the wind's whispering,
In the rock's shadow... a sculptured face on the heights of Ceahlau Mountain
Which, from icy ice, took the shape it had been given. Forever!
Pepper... through flames and fire, stormy... game;
Burned in fire, through embers and ashes, crossing beyond
Upwards on a faded path - that of the chosen path.
Kind-hearted brothers, rohmani! Coming from the real, from beyond Apa Simbetii,
Beyond Novac's furrow,
From the heart of the earth, in the mountains high,
The grayish mountains, and of the fir tree,
Fir tree... the brave!
In the mountains high, through the small firs, at the old sheepfold
Where the grass grows, interweaving four by four,
Stag of the defrosted realm, beast of the fields and of the earth, slowly descending...
The trees in his way they all bend their branches
His goading antlers like pearls
Swinging gait... towards the secret place - the path.
Stinging nettle sprouting, and blooming,
From the vastness of the world a law is taking shape
To utter the word, bluntly, and for all.
Law of the club and of the fear. True!
Furrowed bear chest,
By the Living Fire, from beyond Strimba Oilor
At the heart of the clearings, at the heart of the woods,
Its flame throws back, and from fire and blood
Green fir's bud, gobbled up, stained with blood... embodied... unchained.
From here, to where... beyond...
The path!
хорошо, что на румынском поютъ, а то на инглише не то...
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shagrath,
а как те это Группа Ин зе вудс с одноименной пестней со сверхдлинным текстом
In The Woods...
Pagan Myths
From the deep, eternal forests
A true melancholic atmosphere
Haunts this hidden world
Where men for hundreds of years
Have immortalized their cult.
One with this world
This is where I long to be ......
а как те это Группа Ин зе вудс с одноименной пестней со сверхдлинным текстом
In The Woods...
Pagan Myths
From the deep, eternal forests
A true melancholic atmosphere
Haunts this hidden world
Where men for hundreds of years
Have immortalized their cult.
One with this world
This is where I long to be ......
что про текст - намана... разве ты не чувствуешь енту тру меланхолик атмосферу??? 
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From The Pagan Vastlands
From the land which hasn't enter yet
Into the history
From the depths of swamps we are bringing
Proudly our name
At night, kissing the moonlight -
- rebel children living in twilight
Like wolves...
... some named us so...
Union with people from the sign
Of the half-moon
To crush the golden walls of
Earthly heaven,
To strangle the pestilence...
To the lands of the mighty Empire
Others even think about with fear
We invaded a state with sword
In our hands
Roma means nothing
In the land of Slavs !
Today forests sing about the legend,
Long forgotten spirits
Whose names nobody remembers now
Waiting their day to reborn
Their visions of the past
Are torturing our souls
Whispering in the dark...
... they will come here again
To reign supreme
Believe my words...
From unremembrance
From Fire and Water
From the sacred woods
Ancient Wolves gather
From the burnt Arkona
... From the Pagan Vastlands !
Black horse rides across the sky
With a sword we will open the amber gates of Nawia
Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidza Chrystusa !!!
Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidza boga-krzyza !!!
Бегемот - раннее произведение
From the land which hasn't enter yet
Into the history
From the depths of swamps we are bringing
Proudly our name
At night, kissing the moonlight -
- rebel children living in twilight
Like wolves...
... some named us so...
Union with people from the sign
Of the half-moon
To crush the golden walls of
Earthly heaven,
To strangle the pestilence...
To the lands of the mighty Empire
Others even think about with fear
We invaded a state with sword
In our hands
Roma means nothing
In the land of Slavs !
Today forests sing about the legend,
Long forgotten spirits
Whose names nobody remembers now
Waiting their day to reborn
Their visions of the past
Are torturing our souls
Whispering in the dark...
... they will come here again
To reign supreme
Believe my words...
From unremembrance
From Fire and Water
From the sacred woods
Ancient Wolves gather
From the burnt Arkona
... From the Pagan Vastlands !
Black horse rides across the sky
With a sword we will open the amber gates of Nawia
Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidza Chrystusa !!!
Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidza boga-krzyza !!!
Бегемот - раннее произведение
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Кстати .... Кому надо, тот поймет 
да и, в принципе, что тут непонятного ...
Behemoth - Grom
Ty ktory lasy ogarnales piorunow plaszczem
Ty ktory wichrem karmisz dzieci swe
Wzbudziles morze nienawisci w ich umyslach
Jak Baltyk brzegi swe Ty otuliles swiete gaje...
Stare deby pochylily grzbiety swe w poklonach
Piorunowy swiety ogien konczy taniec....
Plasy milkna strzygi chyla lby ku niebu
Czekajace nagie wilki
Slodycz Twa i cieplo czuje coraz blizej
Tys lonem matki mej i sila
Ziemia polem lasem laka gajem...
Esencja zycia magia ktora zyje
Ciemnoscia zwa Cie ci dla ktorychs wrogiem
Zblakana owca wezem smiercia w trwodze
Ramiona meznych wojow pna Twoj posag wzwyz
Tys nie herezja ale prawda plunal w krzyz
Grom niech bedzie Twym zwiastunem
Brzaskiem imperium w chwale czekanego
Dzwonem w poganskie serca bitym
Oltarzem prawdy duma oraz krwia okrytym
Niech Grom zapowie Twe nadejscie
Godzine zemsty boskiej rozpaczy
Nadejda nowe potezne czasy
O sile Twej szumia pomorskie lasy...
Majestatycznie...
да и, в принципе, что тут непонятного ...Behemoth - Grom
Ty ktory lasy ogarnales piorunow plaszczem
Ty ktory wichrem karmisz dzieci swe
Wzbudziles morze nienawisci w ich umyslach
Jak Baltyk brzegi swe Ty otuliles swiete gaje...
Stare deby pochylily grzbiety swe w poklonach
Piorunowy swiety ogien konczy taniec....
Plasy milkna strzygi chyla lby ku niebu
Czekajace nagie wilki
Slodycz Twa i cieplo czuje coraz blizej
Tys lonem matki mej i sila
Ziemia polem lasem laka gajem...
Esencja zycia magia ktora zyje
Ciemnoscia zwa Cie ci dla ktorychs wrogiem
Zblakana owca wezem smiercia w trwodze
Ramiona meznych wojow pna Twoj posag wzwyz
Tys nie herezja ale prawda plunal w krzyz
Grom niech bedzie Twym zwiastunem
Brzaskiem imperium w chwale czekanego
Dzwonem w poganskie serca bitym
Oltarzem prawdy duma oraz krwia okrytym
Niech Grom zapowie Twe nadejscie
Godzine zemsty boskiej rozpaczy
Nadejda nowe potezne czasy
O sile Twej szumia pomorskie lasy...
Majestatycznie...
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Trooper of Doom,
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