Ω,ΝΑΙ !!!!

ΥΓ. Είχα διαβάσει κάποιες απόψεις περί Porcupine Tree και κατεβάζοντας μερικά θέματά τους, έμεινα κατενθουσιασμένος...όσον αφορά δε τους HAGGARD...τι να πώ ;....ΚΟΛΟΣΣΙΑΙΑ ΜΠΑΝΤΑ...!

ΤΟ ΕΥΧΑΡΙΣΤΩ ΓΙΑ ΤΟΥΣ PORCUPINE TREE
ΣΤΗΝ kapodistria

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παντως ξερατε οτι αν αντιστρεψεις τους στιχους μιας οπερας(δεν ξερω με ποιον τροπο) βγαζει σατανικους στιχους?κατι τετοιο διαβασα καπου(δεν θυμαμαι που....)αληθευει?

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Πρώην ΕΧΕΜΒΡΟΤΟΣ
Εχέμβροτος επί..Κολονώ

Και για τους fan της σουηδικής melodic-death metal σκηνής όπως εγώ (In flames rule!),τσεκάρετε τους DISPATCHED.
Άκουσα χτες το album τους Motherwar και έπαθα πλάκα!
Έχουν και μια καταπληκτική death διασκευή στο Final Countdown!

Metal New Year m/

Εγώ ευελπιστώ να δω τους Wotan στα Χανιά τον Φεβρουάριο.
Εκτός απροόπτου…

2004: Sirius B
Tracklisting: 1. Blood of Kingu 2. Son of the Sun 3. The Khlysti Evangelist 4. Dark Venus Persephone 5. Kali Yuga part 1 6. Kali Yuga part 2 7. The wonderous world of Punt 8. Melek Taus 9. Call of Dagon 10. Sirius B 11. The voyage of Gurdjieff
"... starts with trumpets followed by a heavy song Blood of Kingu with clean male vocals mixed with opera choirs. Sons of the Sun is again a typical Therion song that wouldn’t be misplaced on 'Vovin', with female opera vocals assisted by a male choir. (...) Both albums, 'Lemuria' and 'Sirius B', are in the same style, yet one of the biggest differences between both albums is that we can’t hear grunts on 'Sirius B'. Striking is that the clean male vocals have a bigger role on this album than ever before. And in a song like Kali Yuga Part 1 there are even some experiments with effects on vocals and drums. (...) Christofer Johnsson and his companions found the perfect balance between classical music, opera and heavy metal on these two albums."
Geert, Vampire Magazine, 5/04

KAΛΟ ΤΑΞΙΔΙ....

http://www.officialpantera.com/

"ΣΤΟ ΣΚΟΤΑΔΙ ΕΝΑ ΜΑΤΙ ΣΥΛΛΑΜΒΑΝΕΙ ΚΑΛΥΤΕΡΑ ΤΟ ΠΝΕΥΜΑΤΙΚΟ ΦΩΣ"

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Οι MAIDEN στις 21 Ιουνίου στο Rockwave!!!
Δεν ξέρω για σας,αλλά για μένα αυτή η είδηση ήταν το καλύτερο δώρο για τις γιορτές!Δεν τους έχω δει ποτέ και αν και ξέρω πως δε πρόκειται να ζήσω στιγμές όπως της περιοδείας Powerslave ή Fear of the dark,όπως και να 'χει το πράμα θα είναι καταπληκτικό να βλέπω live ένα αγαπημένο μου συγκρότημα-θρύλο

Και για τους fan της σουηδικής melodic-death metal σκηνής όπως εγώ (In flames rule!),τσεκάρετε τους DISPATCHED.
Άκουσα χτες το album τους Motherwar και έπαθα πλάκα!
Έχουν και μια καταπληκτική death διασκευή στο Final Countdown!

Metal New Year m/

-Ο άνθρωπος γεννήθηκε για να προδώσει τη μοίρα του-

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Etsi akrivos!!!!Den tha tous xasoume me tipota!!!!!An kai tha einai h tetarth fora pou tha tous do.Tha pao na paro eisitiria apo tora!!!Einai,kata tin gnomi moy to mono aksiologo palio sugrotima pou uparxei.Gia na doume kai tous Judas Priest...

Ο άνθρωπος που από το τίποτα μπήκε στο Metalικό Πάνθεον, την στιγμή που άλλοι δήλωναν αστάθεια...

ARCTURUS LYRICS
La Masquerade Infernale (1997)

1. Master of Disguise

("No! this face is only a mask a wicked ornament,
Illuminated by an exquisite grimace,
Look and see, atrociously contoroled,
The real head, and the sincere face
Turned back under the shadow of the face which lies." -
Charles Baudelaire )

He is profanity in sancitity`s guise
An alias assumed I do recognize
In their eyes , his cause -
when enticing and cunning in impact
is still a criminal and evil act.

So look for him vainly, He,
the incarnation of evil: And by
arrangements of magickal nature
He turns unrecognizable even to the
experienced eye.

You obsessively pursue him
Falling to see, that was why he came to be
one who annihilates with such impunity

He appears your friend, but
the Saint hides many Satans
He`s contemptous, you know
of your Godgiven stupidities
He calls you in question which
affected modesty and create
of you an object of derision

You think him to be the pariah
whom company does exclude
But in the midst of all frenzy
He is - feasting in a transitory mood

Passion is strict lord
He is also its humble slave
When bereft of common ways,
He strides before you on water
He makes clowns of kings,
charms the guests, rides the ball -
Is the master of disguise

Prince of the thousandfold face -
the charming jester`s smile
which invites reason to demise,
and imaginations rise
Inscrutable yes, venting his spleen
Somewhere night and day between
Is the master of disguise

2. Ad Astra

I have everywhere sought
and nowhere found
So I lift the bleedin` bodkin
And thrust the grief deepest in

The gleaming bodies of infinite skies
Have for my spirit
The cold charm
Of death`s welcoming eyes
In secret to my soul
They are Ideals of old

3. The Chaos Path

Await the coming storm. Behold the sign in the sun.
Chaos upon us spawn! The arrows of time pinpoints us all.
Oh, well the maddening laughter growing louder with the memories.
Atoms like incense rising, like a thousand candles all blown out
at once.
Fear tangled with despair.This ghastly symphony of malice breaks it.
The spirit sails out on waters. An intergalactic sea of sorrow.
Solemn oblivion with thee.

Ways of darkness.
The third eye reflects the images of vast reluctant pasts.
Ethereal eternity awaits the final act.
It crawls toward the altar destinied to collaps.
Tragic legend, eerie stratum.

Twisted, this mortal flesh evoked again, with echoes still haunting;
The curses chanting.
Embrace the outcast state of chaos. After all its unalterable.
Beweep this thought, then arise with wisdom,
Nowhen I hallow in the gateway of different plains.
Open your heart and let go. Oh Vanish. Divine infinity.

Ah, this wraith I am. So many aeons ago since.
Ah I suffer eternally. The inevitable did unfold.
Oh well, a collection of particles held together
by the force of a soul and its memory.
Be warned (you stand) on the edge of infinity;
Where coloured waves will lead the way into the void.
Fear tangled with despair. This ghastly symphony of malice.
Oh well the maddening laughter growing louder with memories now.
Atoms like incense thing.

Ways of darkness.
The third eye reflects the images of vast reluctant pasts.
Ethereal eternity awaits the final act.
You are drawn towards the altar destined to collaps.
Tragic legend, eerie stratum.

In between the arrows of time I suffer eternally.

4. La Masquerade Infernale

[instrumental]

5. Alone

[Edgar Allan Poe]

From childhood`s hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov`d, I lov`d alone.
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From ev`ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that `round me roll`d
In it`s autumn tint of gold -
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass`d me flying by -
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heavens was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

6. Throne of Tragedy

[Poem by Jørn Hernik Sværen / Translation by Kristoffer Garm Rygg]

Hear!
From this day forth
are the heights of Horeb broken
and the sea of sulphur
- ice.

And blasphemy!
in heaven`s chambers:
Souls had fled their halls
and closed was the book of life.
And behold!
The great, white throne:
black
with sacred blood.

Our father -
Dead by his own hands:
an epitaph
worthy no king

And so ie everything
a nameless lie.
Who, my god,
am I?

Man knows me
as Lucifer, the serpent of old
The wretched hold my banner high.
Your gift
- all life! -
I grant the grave.
Yet I am not your death

Come carry forth the crown
to your once held throne.
Here is where my suffering should cease
- but alas: I am crowned
in grief unheard of!

In this lone monarchy
- without friend or foe -
I greet the morning sun
with strife and a song:
Please speak my name!
And leave me not
in the dust of death

I am weighed down
beneath the tragedy crown, -
nameless
and alone,
a fatherless son.

7. Painting my Horror

It was a dark night, I couldn`t see;
And senses were unbound in ESP

When in dream awake,
I`d paint,
Subconcious, the expanse I saw

The portal to the minds eye, open!
- I contemplated
Who it was that pulled the strings

O those things I saw in dreadful masquerade
Of stark madness went merry round with my head

I passed out, embraced their world
Savoured the poetry of revolt -
Sheer elegy of menace

I have not been the same since,
I took on the profession of a devil
The world I see in grotesque light
Evil perform with the gestures of a clown

Pure I live in blasphemy
Mephisto I am hidden in Madonnas gown
From the code of common sense I`m free
To(o) bad you`re not here to partake my strange horror

`Cause here is where or weys will part
I will not exchange their power,
spring of my suffering
I do not envy the conscience pure
of the blind man in his bliss world
I would not be devoid the fruit of guile

8. Of Nails and Sinners

"I know that without me God cannot live a moment;
If I am destroyed He must give up the ghost."
[Angelus Silesius]

I beseech you, God to whom many sinners pray
From the depth of the dark abyss where my heart fell
Expelled I was from your tedious grace to the pits of hell
So can you please cease to deplore my opposite, nay only way
For aeons I descended down
Till I saw the dreadful truth
of which man wouldn`t know
I, degraded bearer of thy sacred light
- to which I never again will bow
When I rise to avenge myself with darkness
The anger of the damned shall flow

I was cast out by the retinue of angels weak
Shone to the few who me would seek

A rebel I was, radiant my glow, afar,
My wisdom fathomed by the morningstar

And O you fools, in herdlike fight, stampede
And when creation falls, you must build anew,
With nails that sting My hands - They grow passionate on a lie.
But You know the veracious one was I

and it feels like I’m flying above you
dream that I’m dying to find the truth
seems like your trying to bring me down
back down to earth back down to earth

layers of dust and yesterdays
shadows fading in the haze of what I couldn't say
and though I said my hands were tied
times have changed and now I find I’m free for the first time
feel so close to everything now
strange how life makes sense in time now

ANATHEMA....Κυριακή 8 Μαΐου Club ΡΟΔΟΝ!

Μία και σήμερα...

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black,power,gothic

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σοφός του 21ου αιώνα -
-Aναρωτιέμαι: Βρίσκεται η ζωη μπροστά μου, ή βρίσκομαι εγώ πίσω της;
- Χρήστος Νικομάνης o Μέγας

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την ωρα που μπεικα στο τοπικ ετυχε να ακουω haggard και ηθελα να ρωτησω αν εχει κανεις ιδεα γιατι οταν ρωτησα γι' αυτους στο metropolis στην ομονοια με κοιτουσαν σαν ουφο. κανα ενημερωμενο δισκοπολειο στην αθηνα;

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Edited by - Timetrapped on 06/05/2005 13:19:47

τον υμνο του ολυμπιακου να τον ακουμε;
προφανως ο τυπας δεν ειχε ακουσει ποιοτικο metal, οπως, για μενα rhapsody, haggard, therion και γιατι οχι nightwish... δεν ειμαι φλωρος [αυτο μου λενε οσοι ξερου οτι ακουω nightwish, κανενα αντεπιχειρημα;;;]!

ΠΑΩ ΑΝΑTHEMA, ΚΑΛΗ ΑΚΡΟΑΣΗ ΣΕ ΟΛΟΥΣ ΚΑΙ ΚΑΛΟ ΣΥΝΑΥΛΙΑΚΟ ΤΡΙΜΗΝΟ (ΞΕΠΑΡΑΔΙΑΣΤΗΚΑΜΕ ΦΕΤΟΣ)

"ΣΤΟ ΣΚΟΤΑΔΙ ΤΟ ΜΑΤΙ ΣΥΛΛΑΜΒΑΝΕΙ ΚΑΛΥΤΕΡΑ ΤΟ ΠΝΕΥΜΑΤΙΚΟ ΦΩΣ"

Με εκτιμηση

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Το ερχόμενο Σάββατο είναι Ιερό και πάνω απ'όλα ΜΑΥΡΟ!!!!!!!!!

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Διαπερνώντας της νύχτας το σκοτάδι,
έμενα σαστισμένος, φοβισμένος
και αμφιβάλλοντας, σε όνειρα δοσμένος,
που ποτέ άνθρωποι ονειρεύτηκαν...

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