[QUOTE=Mr. Ron;15734977]yeah lmao[/QUOTE]

He just sits there and thinks and sips on his wine

One thing is for sure

I wouldn't want to be alone with him. At all.

I like his art though.

yea he is a good artist.

I especially like his portrait of Princess Diana.

He seems fairly intelligent and reasonable, and extremely convicted in his beliefs at that.

As well as a good artist.

//watched entire documentary

I am Gaahl! I don't have to answer your questions!!! Pees off mate.

Gaahl takes swig of wine...

...observes the room somewhat menacingly...

...and answers "Satan"


Classic moment tbh.

[QUOTE=Nostalgia;15735235]I am Gaahl! I don't have to answer your questions!!! Pees off mate.[/QUOTE]

I'm not saying he's a "deep" or anything, but I think he just lives in an entirely different world than most of us. :p

I'm having a blonde moment; who wrote [I]A Blaze In The Northern Sky?[/I]
It's on the tip of my tongue.

Damnation I believe...

[QUOTE=Aaron;15736073]I'm having a blonde moment; who wrote [I]A Blaze In The Northern Sky?[/I]
It's on the tip of my tongue.[/QUOTE]

lol

Damn you darkthrone. Why did you taunt me.
/has been drinking wine for hours.

I cannot find either of the albums by The Abyss. I wanted to see how Pete did BM.

[QUOTE=Nostalgia;15734941]He admitted doing all that stuff...[/QUOTE]

Cool avatar. Good band.

Austin, you've heard EP in your avatar? Is it better then the full length?

I need to check it out.

[I]Stifled are the screams of the Unholy One
Silenced, the cries of Blapheme's son
Bitter is the taste of his own demise
Shoved down the throat of the backstabbing kind

Pretense shall be punished, in this most painful way
The sun will set here as I desecrate your grave
Fools follow the path that leads them this way
Warriors cut them down; they bled out this way

Wanderers lost, followers died
The path only lies in what's inside
The sheep have been slaughtered
But the wolves lost thier lives

Zealousness wrought a painstaking claim
Revenge has been lost in a dark world of pain
The weak willed are scattered, as dominance reigns
But blood here runs thicker than ever before seen

For even the strong and contentious now fall
To the backstabbing lies of Pretense's call
A bloodbath now follows, as a war thus ensues
I will stand, I will watch, I will laugh at your doom.[/I]

[I]Tonight we suffer, tomorrow they will mourn your passing.
The son of man is nailed to a cross of sin and death.
Each drop of blood, that is spilled across the unforsaken, will mark the end.

As is written, so shall it be,
and with its purchase, I set you free.

The sky will fade to black,
Beggining what was destined to be the reproach of man.
The sky will fade to black, destroying everything I ever wanted to believe.
to believe....to believe.

Tie this noose around,
Tie this noose around my ****ing neck.
You have betrayed him,
You've betrayed the son of god
As was predicted,
You have proved you're worthless.
With a kiss of,
With a kiss of treason, you have sealed his fate, you have sealed his death.

And as these nails, are driven into my hands, You will say, that you dont know me,
With such conviction, and as the masses gather, Willing me to die, just remember I am with you As he was with me.
And with this final breath,
I will scream out why? has tho forsaken me Again.
I served my purpose, I lived and died as you commanded, now let me take my throne.[/I]

[I]The knives in his back twisted further still
As the blood pouring forth slowly runs down the steel
And the thoughts of the past flashing now through his mind
Of a dark, ugly struggle that ended this night

Weere his deeds this worthless? Was his time overspent?
The pictures on walls painted black with this scent
The betrayal it masks, in the stifling air
Reek with the hatred of a world so unfair

As his frail form collapses against the cold wall
Blinded by pain he now hears the calls
Knowing not what it's for, or how to suppress
He fights not to succumb to his corpse's distress

The trial of time tested his strength
Now put on trial, he'll burn at the stake
A game has been lost, the stench fills the air
Of violence and betrayal; failure is here

Roses line the coffin, lowered underground
Soon the dirt consumes the soul without a sound
The rain begins to pour, in an everdying life
Full of souls crushed in it's everlasting strife

A warrior thus fallen, a true soul now lost
A revenge now in store, bloody in it's cost[/I]

[I]each word portrayed the shores of my lust where a million breaths were laid to rest.
i cursed the wind blowing backwards in mirrors, reflecting a face that could not
belong to me. Sleep beautiful winter . her words laid upon the alter as her hands
were laid upon the grave, we died slowly that day so that the blind could see, so
that the deaf could hear , so that our children could speak to the dead. carve me a
casket from the corpse of night and the whores of its darkness. bless this breath
and the words it has destroyed, undress my shame as i molest the fame that got us
here. shades of grace spilled across lips that lied as she became the mother of
sorrow. each word portrayed the shores of my lust. each word portrayed the waters
of desire and i pulled every knife from my side and stained sand crimson. lay this
cold heart at the feet of fables untold until my tongue teaches the parables of
revenge. i could give a **** about forgiveness. i could give a **** about
rememberance. we chose this night. now watch me turn and walk away as the plot
thickens.[/I]

[I]This dark faith breeding blaspheme
Like jackals turning to those who bleed
Knives in the throat of the hand that feeds
Betrayal lies in those who feed

In the torment of those who live a life
Better than those who live this fight
In chaos they breed, but know not why
Consciences twisting further this night

Daring to risk all that once was
The intention was not to self-destruct
But in searing the souls of those once lost
In a blistering hell they've found themselves caught

Holier than thou, you are to judge?
Oh, the mirror would shatter...
Can you not look yourself in the eye?
Oh, but the mirror would shatter...

But a peasant, you be, and it swallows you whole
Damned by your kind, you've nowhere to go
Like jackals turning to those who bleed
Knives in the throat of the hand that feeds

Turn on your brother and commit suicide
For I've no use for you; you have become blind
You are but a sheep, alone in this life
I will betray you; you'll be damned this night[/I]

[I]False claims.
But I maintain.
True to da game, hardcore family.
Brothers in blood, no matter da skin.
Wake up, end your fantasy.
I'll remain, true til da end.
I'll remain, true to my friends.
True to my friends.
Always on the looking out.
Got your back, no matter what.
Respect, cause it's da only way it'll grow.
Represent the true.
Keep it real, from my heart
We all have our choices.
We all make mistakes.
We all have it in us ta forgive.
Until the cycles broken.
We must tolerate, remain true.[/I]

[I]This is a story about a girl named Lucky…


Early morning
She wakes up
knock, knock, knock on the door

It's time for makeup
Perfect smile
It's who they're all waiting for

They go,isn't she lovely
This Hollywood girl

And they say

she's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries with her lonely heart, thinking
If there is nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night.

Lost in an image, in her dream
But there's no one there to wake her up
And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning
But tell me what happens when it stops?
They go…
"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"

And they say she's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries with her lonely heart, thinking
If there is nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night

Ay-ay-yeah-eh-eh-yeah

"Best actress, and the winner is…Lucky!"

Ay-ay-yeah-eh-eh-yeah

"I'm Roger Johnson for Pop News standing outside the arena waiting for Lucky"
"Oh my god…here she comes!"

Isn't she lucky, this Hollywood girl?
She's so lucky, but why does she cry?
If there's nothing missing in her life
Why do these tears come at night?!

And they say she's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries with her lonely heart, thinking
If there is nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night

(she is so luckyyy)
she's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries with her lonely heart, thinking
If there is nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night
[/I]

Off the topic of lyrics...

Coke, why do you think Lunar Poetry isn't that great? I'd say it's on par with Goat Horns.

It's good. It's just like a shittier version of GH.

I have to listen to it more to really pass judgment on it but my first impression is that it's great.

Return of the Vampire Lord would be really great if it wasn't all Super Nintendo'd out.

Yeah exactly. Goat Horns sounds a lot less like a Castlevania soundtrack.

Lunar Poetry is way above Goat Horns in songwriting quality, Goat Horns has better production and execution though.

I think the production on Goat Horns is really awkward. The guitars, vox and bass all have a necro sound but the symphonies and drums are really clear. It just causes too much clash...iness. It's still one of my favorite black metal albums though.

I dont see how it's "way above" it at all.