Heavy Metal lyrics

Metallica

Listen to the Mayhem
Drifting through the cold winds
While the sky goes pitch black
under heavy clouds of melancholy
tearing through the beams
of a dying, empty sun
while that distant fog creeps closer

A coven of lost joy
Listen to the pride of Slayer
A triumphant view against the Northern Sky

Where the days stay dim
and night feels just the same
The moonlight drank the blood
of a thousand pagans

It took a whole ten centuries
before the king sitting on his northern throne
heard the stories of the crucified one

A coven of renewed joy;
a thousand years have gone by since then—
years defined by lost pride and lust

Souls of blasphemy,
listen to the Mayhem

We are a blaze in the Northern Sky
The next thousand years belong to us

Pantera

When the sun has died
When the angels are blind
When the pig lies thick
Over the palace of god

When the fullmoon lights the earth
When the wolves gather in the open
When blood rains from heaven high
And from the pearly gates

When jehovas hordes are slaughtered
When disciples twelve are dead
When beheth of easter lands
And raped and raped again

When the whore of babylon rides
When fury turns to hate
When all sons of satan
Sodomize the lambs of christ

When the gates have all been opened
When the funerals never end
When satans ports paint out hearts
And sadness our souls

When witches burn the priests
When the ancient ones return
When the demons ride the numb
With their hares of dark desires

The Black Dahlia Murder

A path winds across the mountain peaks
Into the embrace of the deep woods
Where homesteads met a brutal fate
By the funeral pyre, mourned by many a raven

Morbid Angel marched across the American soil
From port to port, across the land
With heavy, dragging steps they moved
Into the embrace of the deep woods

Death in black made the soul grow cold
Making skin weak under a morning sky

A path winds across the mountains
Into the embrace of the deep woods
A slow wandering leads me
Into the dark forest kingdom

To find a farm, aged and abandoned
Out of a lonely, black, and endless night...

Emperor

Darkness falls
Night descends
Ondskap
The forest calls

Out here in the realm of the beast
through a grim, Fenriz woods
angels weep, angels fly
away from my own abyss

I stand under a cold wind.
Darkness follows the flight of angels
I drink from the Moonlight,
Pale Light and worship the sun of Satan.
A cruel evil seeps in, filling body and soul
A sky of the dead
Torture and Hate

Darkness falls
Night descends
Ondskap
The forest calls

Let me serve the twenty-seven eternally fallen forever
In the Cold Darkness, burning with the sly black ones
Worthily proclaimed as the Skald of the Unholy Trinity
WHEN HELL CALLS ONCE, THERE IS NO WAY BACK

Darkness falls
Night descends
Ondskap
The forest calls

This one's for my buddy ironfalcon18:

The Grave

Naberg stood tall, right near the edge of Mannahem's estate.
Back then, there wasn't any Sword Age or constant warfare—just the misery of the plague.
No one visited their kin, nobody went to see the preacher,
and if anyone headed into town, they did it on horseback with a lance in hand.

In the old days, they sang songs just for themselves and their ancestors.
Nowadays, people only sing those songs meant to make tomorrow look a little brighter.
Songs for the Next, but nothing for the Best.
Betrayal and lies have finally found their home in the palaces of the giants.

A man walked calmly, feeling steady and proud among the houses.
He moved through the crowds, stepping carefully among the common folk.
Every single cold night, he’d visit hundreds of men.
He was solitary, tall, and thin, wearing a hat upon his head.

Just a lonely man wandering over the tree roots on a freezing morning.
He shook his head at how much humanity has lost.
Because they all secured their spot under a tragic, unforgiving sky,
wandering north and south, rotting away in the peace of Hell.

Nebula

Scent of (the) Flying Shadows
is in the eyes of vast Uranus
because these eyes have watched
the universe's horses just fade away

Oh, Father (the) Fog of Nebula
your loyal kids managed to escape
The Walls of Eternity
The Elders Curse
just like Snow of the Solstice of the Sun

and from what the Eyes of Uranus can see
way out there in the shadow of the walls
it all went down millennia ago
So I guess whatever is past the gate
is already stuck in the past

Oh, we're the Hordes of Nebula
drifting through an endless sea of nothingness
we're looking at some distant light
a star way out there; hey, Mighty Sun
Are you gonna die before we even get to you?
Maybe you're just a Fatal Result of the Laws of Distance
The Swords of Time are aimed right at our hearts
even the grass here looks ruined
as we deal with Eternal Misery

Majestic

Lifeless, freezing winter
Landscape
Frozen halls of the north
Where eagles and ravens rule

A one-eyed master waits in silence
Waiting to strike when dawn breaks

The hordes will rise and fight
Emerging from the shadows
Ready to kill

Marching to war for the eternal
Northern Sky

Christian Death

Hearses are falling
out of the open sky
megalomania
is totally in control

Chilled in horror - Christian Death

they waited way too long just to fall

I'm bowing down to take
all the lust and the pain
beat me Jesus
and we'll come out on top

Heavy Metal!

🙂

I think it might be time to move on from Darkthrone👍
ironfalcon18 is still the absolute best😁

Nightfall
she wraps the entire world
in total darkness.
A chill starts rising
straight from the ground
and pollutes the air
all of a sudden...
life finally feels meaningful.

And what exactly did you guys think you were accomplishing by just copy-pasting these posts?
As if everyone is suddenly going to start listening to heavy metal because of this.

Eh... I don't see the point here either—if I actually gave a damn about lyrics from Dark Throne or any other bands I don't even listen to, I'd just Google them myself...

Those lyrics of yours in Norwegian/Old Norse/Viking/whatever language are just the weakest! First off, those words are COMPLETELY unintelligible in the song—all I hear is bbbb, grrrrr. Second... I'm certain WYRM, you actually know that language, so you can convince everyone who dared to think you just copy-pasted those lyrics here to look cool that this text actually holds deep meaning and intergalactic significance.

wyrm said:The Silence of the Lambs

Scent of (the) Flying Shadows
are in the Eyes of the Vast Uranus

"Vast Your anus," you say? 🙂Man, you really went there, didn't ya?

No, no, no... waste 'ur anus 😁

Should this have been in the joke section? 😁

Look, if you don't know whether it's Kierkegaard, or some misspelled version on an album cover—it’s totally fine if you don't speak the language—but... when the truth is being buried under layers of nonsense!!! Ha! I see right through it... that old trick is nothing new.

What a total joke of a thread...🙄 🙄 🙄

absolutely 🙄

get lost, loser
kiss my ass
you're pathetic.

sweet!