The current state of metal

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Thaats crdale of flith isn't it?

If it isn't it sounds like there lyrics
 
The pungent aroma of hot, bubbling, molten gristle
Blends with the stench of hot, singeing flesh soldered to liquid muscle.
As the cornea is pierced and fried sizzling retina
Burning and spitting on the now blackened, charred fovea

Holes of crumbling carbon are all that are left
Charred eye-sockets of hot scorched flesh

Fusing symblepharon, your flesh turns into coke
Extravasative gunge now black, pungent smoke.
Charred eye-sockets - horrifically pernicious
Your sight irreparable by your optician

Once flowing blood is now dried, resembling black pudding
Now all that bleeds is a slow trickle of hot, sticky muscle.
The sclera is a lump of carbon burning on smouldering membrane
Your eyeballs are blistering, your optic nerves now aflame.


Now THAT is metal!
 
no idea who that is?

Take my heart and set it free
carryed fowared by the waves
nowhere left to go, navagitors son
chasing rainbows all my days
Where i go i do not know
I only know the place i been
dreams come and go
ever shall be so
nothing real untill you feel

Now that's fucking metal
 
Cadaveric Incubator Of Endoparasites

The inset of rigor mortis, ulcerous corruption and decay
Saponified fats lather as soap as you slowly eat yourself away...

Organs savaged by rotten enzymes, rennin and rancorous cysts
A festering abcess immersed in ravenous autolysis...

Breaking down of dead tissue fuels methane gases
A smouldering human compost-heap of self-digesting haemorrhage...
emulsifying carnage, your purpulent torso is mummified
A mortified, marbled feast for drooling parasites...

Your lungs consumed in gore, slime and worm encrusted
Brittle testes eroded in hot, corrosive succus
Adhering to the bone, tissue necrosis a maggot feast
A cadaveric crematorium, gaseos spumescence leaks...
[Solo: parasitic flesh resection]
[Solo: matted fungus, spawn, eggs, bacteria, germs, mould and meat]

Your rump sustaining hostile organisms
- Mould, eggs and larvae
Peptonized spleen, liver and kidneys
- A wasting, degenerate slime
Septicemic mutation
- Of rancid meat and writhing life
Psychedelic, pustular platter of gunge
- Come and take a bite...

Dormant fungoid growths
On the smarting human host
Come bathe, cleanse and wash
With livor mortis and dry rot...

...Lice and ticks...

Flesh matted with hatching spawn
Endo-parasites incubate in the warmth
Mortician's implements to tap and bleed
The swarming insects seed...

...Lice and ticks...expel bloody sick...

Leathery skin bubbles as blue-bottles hatch
Maggot infestation turns the rotting corpse black...

Slushy bowels move as our friends squirm
Flatulent belches-dry, festered and warm...


I'm sorry to be so gruesome, but I love posting these lyrics!
 
\"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But on, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall see...\"

She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snos
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World

That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon

Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog

They raped left...
(Five men of God)
...Her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer

She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
\"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts\"

Then this I screamed:
\"Come back to Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand inbetween?\"

And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...

The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice

A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She was Ersulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin

And so for Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...

Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept form cries
Mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog

And I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog

Her ghost in the fog
____________________________________

Cradle of flith, i like the born together so why should fate stand in between bit
 
Grimly I dig up the turfs
To remove the corrupted stiffs
Trying to contain my excitement
As I desecrate graveolent crypts...
Fingers claw at coffin lids
Eager festal exhumation
Hugging your wry, festered remains
With post-humous joy and elation...
Body snatched, freshly interred
Whatever takes my fancy
To satisfy my gratuitous pica
My culinary necromancy...
Scrutinised then brutalised
My forensic inquisition is fulfiled
My recipe is now your epitaph
Be it fried, boiled or grilled...

I devour the pediculous corpse
Whetting my palate as I exhume
The festering stench of rotting flesh
Makes me drool as I consume...

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)

Weeping tissue is stripped
Pus dribbles from my lips
Pulverising this pustular chaff
Butchering up morgue's makes me laugh...

Ulcerated flesh I munch
Rotting corpses are my lunch
On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed)
Shrivelled innards I lick
The corpse's head I kick
Crumbling shreds I pick (eat the stiffs)
[Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste]

Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead
- Caskets exhumed...
Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed
- To consume...

Bereaved relatives are not amused
As on their dear departed I feverishly consume...

Slavering worms, decomposure burns
Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw

Desecrate...
Precipitate....(from the muddy grave)
Macerate...
Eviscerate...

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)

Saponified fats, nibbled by rats
- freshly exhumed...
Deep down six feet is where I like to eat
- Human flesh to consume...
 
Pink floyd:- sheep

Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away,
only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out, there may be dogs about.
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen things are not what they seem.

What do you get for pretending the dangers not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
down well trodden corridors, into the valley of steel.
What a surprise! A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem. No, this is no bad dream.

The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want He makes me down to lie.
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets.
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
trough quiet reflection and great dedication,
master the art of karate,
lo, we shall rise up,
and then we'll make the buggers eyes water.

Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a sream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
march cheerfully out of obscurity unto the dream.

Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead!
You better stay home and do as you're told,
get out of the road if you want to grow old
_____________________________________
What my dad calls hevey metal

going now, goto watch an anime i brought at the car boot for £1
 
I think tere alrgiht, not in mytop three bands, but somewhere in the top five
 
Well, I like some of the \"Nu Metal\" bands, but I'm not consider myself a fan of any of them. I like some songs and just that. In fact, for me they are not metal at all, it's rock, hard rock, new rock, whatever... but not metal.
 
Fair enough. Everyone has their own opinion. I personally can't stand nu-metal, but I can respect that you're open minded and not an old-metal sheep who listens to nothing released after December 31st 1989 like some. You like what you like, and can't change that!
 
[!--QuoteBegin-The Ancient Mariner+Aug 18 2002, 03:02 PM--][div class=\'quotetop\']QUOTE(The Ancient Mariner @ Aug 18 2002, 03:02 PM)[/div][div class=\'quotemain\'][!--QuoteEBegin--]Fair enough.  Everyone has their own opinion.  I personally can't stand nu-metal, but I can respect that you're open minded and not an old-metal sheep who listens to nothing released after December 31st 1989 like some.  You like what you like, and can't change that![/quote]
Of course, I love metal in the first place, but nowadays I'm open minded as you said, but in the past I wasn't. But there are a lot of good bands out there, so you can miss some great music if you're not open minded. I like metal(heavy,thrash, death, melodic, prog, etc...) Rock & Roll, Hard Rock, Punk, Blues, etc... the list is to long.
 
I like:1970s prog, classical, blues, jazz, drum 'n' bass, trance, jungle, some rap, scratch, heavy metal, death metal, black metal, thrash metal, hard rock, rock, 1960s pop/rock, synth music and loads of other stuff.
 
Cool!!!I love 1970s prog, bands like Yes, ELP, Genesis, Jethro Tull, Marilion w/ Fish, Rush.

\"drum 'n' bass, trance, jungle, some rap, scratch\", I don't like these stuff.
 
Drum 'n Bass! [img src=\'http://www.smilies.nl/pokemon/025.gif\' border=\'0\' alt=\'user posted image\' /]
 
I mostly listen to Heavy Metal, Trash Metal and other melodic metal. Some hardrock. And some electronic stuff.
 
[!--QuoteBegin-Darkark+Aug 18 2002, 12:02 PM--][div class=\'quotetop\']QUOTE(Darkark @ Aug 18 2002, 12:02 PM)[/div][div class=\'quotemain\'][!--QuoteEBegin--]Thaats crdale of flith isn't it?

If it isn't it sounds like there lyrics[/quote]
Opeth [!--emo&:P--][img src=\'style_emoticons/[#EMO_DIR#]/tongue.gif\' border=\'0\' style=\'vertical-align:middle\' alt=\'tongue.gif\' /][!--endemo--]

(\"The Moor\" from Still Life)
 
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