Ахаха... Нощен, от доста време се каниш да я пуснеш таз тема, знам аз 
Моя принос за музиката е няколко мизерни текста написани в кенефа или в час по философия примерно ..  На харда имам 300-400МБ с профирно дранйе, безподобно и грозно грачене, викане, пищене, ''пеене''... Все кавъри се водят
Но тъй като съм трве ъндърграунд изпълнител , мисля да не споделям нищо с вас Само можете да се порадвате на писанията ми, които ще ви повлияят по един или друг начин 
We Dig Vampire Cheerleaders
Надявам се няма да ме съдят някои хора за плагиатство, просто съм зел заглавието
With the shovel in hand
and the chainsaw in the other
We march towards thy forsaken graves
Spit on the tombstone, piss in the grave-lamp,
Atmospheric decomposure we can smell
Worms channeling the powers of your rotting torso
As we begin to dig with shovels piercing dead flesh
Fiercing digging making your grave a shit-hole
And finally your skin is revealed
Zo pure, zo cold, zo rotten...
My beautiful maiden, I hold your cadaver in my hands
I witness the maggots crawling through your skull
I feel the desire to shovelfuck you as you decay
To see how the rotting pussy reacts to cold steel
How graceful you are even though you're dead,
I can see the light in your eyes even though they are
replaced by maggot shit.
Oh, my bride of vampiric damnation,
How i dreamt for this night
when I would fuck you dead on the grave
Cum in rotted ass and see the cum pouring through your mouth.
Zo pure ... zo kvlt.
Същото тва си има и музикално превъплъщение, но ако го чуете ще си промените мнението за мен тотално 
Ето и още една простотия, дето я писах в час по история :
Necromancer's Prey
Dark hunter, embodiment of mortals' nightmares,
cast out of great abyss below,
arose from fortress grim, macabre,
Darkness stuffed in soul
from apocalyptic fury graced,
smashed the glory of kings arcane
with axe of runes, covered with the blood of fools
marched with hate in heart and men under feet,
scatter hope of weaklings, crush the dreams of heaven,
foul fools profane, of blood divine, potions of life,
all swept aside with rage and black magic,
Dark void awaits the fallen, glitters with hate,
scrambled thoughts of once brave, drifted, devoured
mind is full of marble kingdoms where blackness reigns,
your throne is sculptured of flesh decayed
with gargoyles gurading its peak, where impaled cadavers rot
demons fly, angels scream, fall without their wings,
crushed remains of humanity burn with glaring blasphemy
and all this is yours, mighty lord, crucifier of purity,
winged horror hovering in defiled world
where life is dead, kingdom of Hell...
Hunt in chaos, kill with grace, feast with lust !
Има още, ощее )
Swift Strikes From Reaper Above
Dark clouds clung to grim sky,
Days unseen before foretell
With blackness of night
fear rages in heart
And marble moon will witness thy doom.
Of dark blood and bile,
runes carved in graves,
reaping time descends,
golden days are long past
light the torch and venture deep,
stay above and lose your head.
We are legion, dark hooded swarm,
ruthless by creation, cryptic frost in heart,
awakened beast, neverending grimmness,
We ride with necromantic pride
towards mankind's days of grief.
And here we are, at the gates,
prepare for war, prepare for death,
inevitable siege, fire in the sky,
bone-covered fileds with tears deep in soil,
broken sword, scattered shield, throat bleeding,
life fading,darkness possession,
kneel down,words in prayers arise,
nothing's left, close your eyes and embrace demise.
Arise victorious, dark knight,
is this what you wanted ?
Enthroned in a world of pain
dark reign is yet to come
cleansed from all the feeble scum.
Ето и нещо по-сериозно
A question of Existence
As I awoke...
Saw the angels fly away
with wings divine, up to the kingdom above
My eyes stood opened wide,
A brick in throat, unable to breathe
like the ones in hall up high
drinking potions of pure red wine
I'm a predator, macabre and cold ,
No fear from the unkown,
But all meant nothing
when heart turned to stone
Blood crystalized and flame died...
Oh, we can still reach for the stars,
but can we taste their sweet essence
can we fly with birds as we do in our dreams?
Can we love and hate as we did before,
Can we dream again like in the golden days
Infinite ammount of trust in us,
Can it ride us through life's holocaust
Of all the pains divine, why must love make us cry
And is this the marble dream or raw reality ?
We question again and look up there,
where stars shine and all beings are a lie,
where aeons go by, but nothing changes us
We still are the feeble kind ...
Ето и едно доста по-смислено и сериозно. Може би най-доброто ми ..
Crimson Winter Night
Shades of elegant apparitions
lurking confused the mighty forest,
they hunt in fear, for their days are numbered.
Nature graced obscure figures in the dark,
eyes thorned in blood
they all seek redemption.
Wolves hunger for domination,
the night's first-born stalkers
in a pool of glamouring pestilence
they shall descend...
Moonpath guides the noble ones,
leads them to the dark lord's lair
an instant bloodbath will follow,
with iron they will conquer
all which was forsaken...
Living fountains with human sorrow desecrated ...
Seven sons of the freezing winds,
cryptic runes in swords of frost
they stand united till fall.
A vast landsape with pale vegetation
all flourishes within the toxic clouds.
Ruler of nocturnal kingdom
gives his bretheren the right to spread annihilation
without humanity as a barrier,
wrath boiling deep inside,
like the molten lava in the nearest mountain,
in the next moment apocalyptic eruption
sweeps the landscape,
left are the immortal kindred
carrying the echoes of the perished.
Sweet odour in the air
resembles of the snow queen's flesh,
a vile pressence of spirits arcane
defiles sacred fields.
Snow-covered mountain peaks
snorting roars descend in the mist,
the dragon spreads wings and flies
towards castle in the forest,
scorching human dreams and pride.
Inhale the black essence
of the mighty ravendark,
become the undisputed horror,
once self-deception raped from you.
Barricaded bone-graved gates
guard the path to glory,
a sword from human anguish forged,
designed to sweep the forsaken,
now lies broken in half, as you kneel...
Darkness prevails again, as it always had.
When your humanity was the cancer,
you couldn't overwhelm it and now
it stabs you in the back without remorse.
Our journey is at edn, the night will
step aside and reload for the next run,
glittering rays pierce the clouds
and creatures of the dark seek shelter,
as the Sun rises for the righteous,
to give them new hope,
unaware of the abominations
that night-time breeds ...
Е, наистина се надявам че ще ме вземете на сериозно и ще дадете що годе компетентно мнение по глупостите дето пиша в кенефа Ще съм полъскан 
Пък ако се интересувате може и гласеца ми да чуете на фона на некой здрав гръцмуля-джангър
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