alchemist_os

As you can see from this could above, I listen predominantly to metal. I am open minded enough to listen to anything, it just most probably won't be something I will keep on returning to. Apart from metal, I like folk, old rock music, blues, and some new wave (80's).

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The one who listens to music for the lyrics only should probably switch to reading poetry, stand-up comedians or some other social critics, but metal is not without it's lyrical goodies, so here are some favorites:



This is my church, it stands so tall and proud, it has done for all time...
It has no walls, yet its vast halls reach from shore to shore...
To whatever shore you know as your own, we stand as one, we stand alone...
We are born, from the same womb and hewn from the same stone...

-=A. A. Nemtheanga, Primordial=-

The land of opportunity,
The golden chance for me,
My future looks so bright,
Now I think I've seen the light...

Time has a way of taking time, loneliness is not only felt by fools
Alone I call to ease the pain, yearning to be held by you, alone, so alone, I'm lost -
Consumed by the pain.

-=D. Mustaine, Megadeth=-

See her face shine in the moonlight, soft as silk and white as cream,
Silently I watch her slumber, gently kiss her cheek,
Then I lay my weary head beside hers - close my eyes and dream.
In the morning she'll awake, cast off the night and shine like summer,
As she dances all about me she sparkles like a stream,
Her hair is full of meadowsweet - she's wrapped in leafy green.

Here's a real beggars banquet, a brace of rats in a blood stained blanket.
Meanwhile gentlefolk high in their chateau, dip silver spoons into black forest gateau.
Come lords and ladies - raise glasses in toast, to the "other-half" dying to eat.
'Cause they who receive least deserve it the most,it's a literal dead-end... inequality street.

We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee,
who stand accused and have refused the Church''s clemency,
your wicked acts are endless, though the crimes they cannot name,
innocent or guilty proved - we''ll burn you just the same!

-=M. Walkyier, Sabbat - Skyclad=-

Through the air again our voices whisper, and awake are now our eyes,
For too long closed in slumber, but death didn't prove our demise.
By ages so dark we've been sculptured, as fragments of stories and tales
By the place that we haunt we are captured - against eternity we can prevail...

-=J. Nodtveidt, Dissection=-