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Black Metal Musicians Year Zero

by Black Metal Musicians Productions

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I fucking hate you You lies-spreading scum Pathetic slave You let others pay For your own Redemption Now is time for you To prove what’s left behind When laughter falls into pain Please, carve your slimy heart out Smother your light Feel the weight of your scorn So sick of you I’ll live another day Just to shatter your dreams Rotten to the core You fucking waste of skin Pain is all you deserve So many fucking years Chased on rotten soil A grinding voice inside A wall that stands between A crawling stain of pride But you will never know The only place for you Is in a shallow grave Worthless Hiding like a coward Behind empty words Feel your shame Believing you have purpose You’ll just die in vain Please, carve your slimy heart out Smother your light Feel the weight of your scorn You’ll just leave a Stain on the Earth
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Sì mi fa un po’ schifo se sono vivo solo per servire e consumare. Il mondo che hai lasciato, tutto bucato con una marea mi porta via. Ogni giorno qui è un inferno, non ne posso più. Sai che c’è? Ti dico addio, con uno schizzo vado anch’io. Dimmi, che ti frega? Se sei già morto. Dimmi, che ti frega? Ormai sei morto. Fuori dalla tomba, vai! Fuori dalla tomba, stai! Fuori dalla tomba, son guai! Live outside the… Resto ancora in piedi, tu sbalordito ancora non ti spieghi il perché. Sono quello vero, tu non ci credi ma se mi guardi bene, lo sai che mai mi son piegato, io combatto, contrasto il tiranno. Son la resistenza che non arretra contro te e il tuo male, il male. Per il vile denaro, mi tieni in gabbia per il vile denaro. Per la tua bandiera, mi fai la guerra per la tua bandiera. Fuori dalla tomba, vai! Fuori dalla tomba, stai! Fuori dalla tomba, son guai! Live outside the… Live outside your grave, tonight! Live outside the grave, alright! Live outside your grave, tonight! Live outside the… Live outside your grave, tonight! Live outside the grave, alright! Live outside your grave!
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Cult of Death Unholy Witchcraft Bloody Sacrifice Hail the Black Mass Witchcraft and Blood Cult of Death Unholy Witchcraft Bloody Sacrifice Hail the Black Mass Witchcraft and Blood Demons are torturing Suffering and pain Bloody Sacrifice Hail the Black Mass Witchcraft and Blood
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Ubi quem volueris Spiritum, cujus nomen et officium supra cognoces: imprimis autem ab omni pollutione minimùm tres dvel quator dies mundus esto in primà citatione, sic et spiritus posteà obsequentiores erunt: fac ett circulum, et voca spiriyum cum multâ intentione, perimùm vero annulum in manu continetur: indè hanc recitato benedictionem, tuo nomine et socii, si praesto fueris, et affectum tui instituti sortieris, nec detrimentum à spiritibus sancies; imo tuae animae perditionem.
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You won't search for me in the void I've always been a pixel and nothing else Something remote to pretend you're warm But I'm nobody, a silent and incorporeal ghost
 You don't need me but you know that It's an emotionless way to fight loneliness A sweet and sad illusion that can't work If a ghost disappears another one will come
 I won't be a scar on your leg I won't be a reason to sincerely smile I won't be a memory I won't be more than an ephemeral presence
 Anyway
 You'll be ghosting I'll be ghosted
 You can jerk off on nudes Some sad phantoms have sent you Just know that you threw away A person
 I am disappearing, I am being ghosted You won't cry, you won't search for me You'll just reach another soul to exploit You are disappearing, you are ghosting
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Nothing but this unrelenting Truth remains untold Visions of thy desolation A curse was spoken with its tounge of cold It trembles all but one The humanity cries, serenity dies again This spell of dark, That brought forth frost tongues to embark. Their presence which froze the air A fear that no one dared to share, For the frost tongues were a plague of void A plague that brought Only Misery.
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The Cadaver Of Salvation, Crucified Nails Through The Flesh Of Human Kind Nailed To The Cross And Turned Abyss-Wards A Convent Of Retribution Blessed In Your Own Blood But Nothing Is Sacred Anymore In The Glory Of Your Downfall Abaddon´s Wolves Are Awaiting Their Feed Existence Became A Shadow Helplessly You Try To Repent And Confess The Reward Will Be Your Extinction A Torture Divine What Seduction Has Sowed Consuming Flames Will Harvest On Wings Of Apocalyptic Fires The Purifying Storms Shall Come Doomed As Your Demiurgs´ Failures A Genesis In Torment Suffering, You Are The Primal Sin Cursed By Temptation Are Their Creations Your Blood Will Moisten The Altar Of Truth A Sacrificial Ceremony Desecrated, Your Shameful Bloodline Extinguished, The Epoch Of Filth The Coven Of The Enlightened Ones Singing Blissful Chants Of Your Fading Of The Elegy Of The Rats
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Inför hennes blick fryser ord och mening I hennes brutna röst bär vinden inga budskap Jag kallar din blånande skepnad är jag gammal nog att möta dig nu moder Ville du höra mig skrika i underjordens strömmar Riv mina blånande armar låt blodet värma din kind moder Ville du föda dina ordlösa sagor genom min blånande kropp Bara skuggor Bara eko Mitt inre är fullt av tomma salar
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Be calm... The light you see, it's gone. Is fading away like the most genuine smiles Printed on your face, they were... Now replaced by restless candors And anguished silences... We all watch The Ballad of Hanged Men. O my dear sun Thy light of yours I don't see anymore Overshadowed by quiet, slick bodies Left by the Ballad of Hanged Men. Look Mom. There are suspended Bodies, I told her Slowly squeezing more and more The rope that my neck held Because I wanted to do the Ballad of Hanged Men...
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Adem kekes, peteng ndhedet, kolo wengi Ing Girigondo Kemutuk kebul duporatus ngambar arum Ing puralayaning sedherek trah adipati Adem kekes, peteng ndhedet, kolo wengi Ing Girigondo Wingit lan singup, sepi nyenyet Girigondo Ing puralayaning sedherek trah adipati Kemutuk kebul duporatus ngambar arum Ing puralayaning sedherek trah adipati
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As I lay dying As I lay rotting Sever my flesh Rip my skin Dead as white eyes Lifeless lies Buried hopes Eons of slumber My soul never came to me I felt the acid When I felt the slight sliver of happiness As I lay rotting My mind with purity Screaming melancholy Dead as decay Tower of dwindling light
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Charging from the helm of the oskorei Upon windy tides doth he ride Diving at his game from the moonlit sky Hear their war cries before you die A black mass looms From the abysmal sky Conquerors of the clouds, The oskorei Each pale and gray Covered in clout Seizing their prey With riotous routs Oh, Wild Night Hunter, Abductor of those who traverse the hinterlands by the moon light’s touch. Only ye knoweth the true fates of these unwitting wanderers. I bid to thee to carry out thy raids with increased haste, ferocity, and consistency. And while ye driveth thou horde through the starry abyss, The wolves shall howl in honor of their patched-eye commander A dissonant offering to the Master of the Wild Hunt Mounting their assault on the unwarry Two black ravens fluster and fly Followed by hordes of screaming valkyrie Driving down from cloud covered skies A deadly drove of Phantom maidens fair Ride through the clouds With sword and spear Led by he who mounts An eight-legged steed Lunging forth with A sharpened stampede Charging from the helm of the oskorei Upon windy tides doth he ride Diving at his game from the moonlit sky Hear their war cries just before you die
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1932, Stalin oan de macht Fiifjierrenplan moat komme, mear fabriken, wat in pracht! Der moat wol jild foar wêze, en wat de staat wol, dat bart Dus boeren moatte leverje der is net ien dy’t noch wat hat It graan wurdt eksportearre, de boeren yn’t ferset Se soene leaver stearre, as de risping oer it sket De koelakken nei Sibearië, ek de hiele jongen Se hawwe neat te wearjen de Oekraïners hawwe honger Kannibalisme yn Holodomor! Kannibalisme... Oekraynse genoside, troch polityk belied Se krigen nea noch stipe, de Sovjets winne de striid Kannibalisme yn Holodomor Kannibalisme yn Holodomor Kannibalisme yn Holodomor Kannibalisme....

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released December 31, 2023

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