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Resistance: ANTI​-​NSBM Volume 4

by The Dark Skies Above Us Collective

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Affected by illusions I form my fear into a realm charmed I wont leave infinite loop of fulfillment the greed for perfection closed eyes a hole in our hearts I pass the time I pass the void reflections stay this light will wait for me
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Traversing the Borderland State To see beyond, to reach beyond Through will, through true intent Lift the veil, regain true sight To see beyond, to reach beyond, to cure me of this blight Marching ever further to regain my true might Dualistic movement, transcending foggy peaks Reaching ever higher Though all is not as it seems Descending ever deeper Though all is not as it seems While progress regresses and lost becomes hope Descending ever deeper in this cosmic moat All is not as it seems Not is all as it seems Coming apart at the seems Nothing is as it seems True is my path and truth do i seek Freedom from the torture of modern humanity
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Mi tengo stretto il mio disordine mentre contemplo la vita che muore il cielo è pesante, schiaccia i polmoni mi toglie il respiro, nero come tumore Distante da vita e morte dal successo, dal fallimento distante lontano un corpo estraneo Cerco il mio demone ma non c'è, non c'è niente dentro solo rabbia e dolore niente dentro, se non odio e rancore Uno sguardo nell'abisso mi serve solo un altro passo per non vedere, non più sentire perpetua fuga dalle mie miserie
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Svarte tupp - svingar sin sporre Avvikaren töms på blod Ett revir av gudarna fått Först bland trälar - kung av ett drömslott Djungelns skri i hans inre Förs bort utav vinden Värdelös varelse Fruktad fascist Strävar att styra men Kaoset kvarstår Vind! Vad ska vi göra? Vind! Vinden ger vi vår sång som ingen får höra Svarte tupp - vem slipade sporren? Späker den rädslan du bär i ditt bröst? I mörkrets timme du gol mot skyn Vem gal när dagen gryr? Fall på din sporre! Ditt namn blott ett minne Ett isande skri som ekar i vinden Fallen furste Blödande bödel Kaoset kallar En förintad fascist Vind! Vad ska vi göra? Vind! Sprid ut vår sång till vartenda öra! Rep runt hans hals - låt tuppen hänga Må allt liv fly hans vidriga lik Vinden vajar hans ruttnande kött Sporren runt benet glänser i rött Allt går igen - ur tidens grums och mögel Stiger fram en skrämmande fantom Av de mätta framhävd, betrodd Demokratiskt förfinad och skodd Den svarta tuppens vålnad Dess mörka själ Är åter Är här SONG EXPLANATION In the second half of 2015 a wave of immigrants, the like of which had not been seen in decades reached Europe. They were many and they were desperate, welling in over the European borders. And in the minds of many they became just that. Volumes. A flood. A destructive force of nature. People fleeing war and prosecution were met with suspicion and border controls. Not finding any other viable routes refugees risked death to cross oceans in boats not fit for the journey. When our compassion was put to the test it immediately buckled from fear. The fascists didn't even have to take power. They just had to open the gates to a world of suspicion, speak the words to call the fear forth. Soon the democratic parties were implementing the policies of the fascists. The new fascism didn't hit us over the head with a batton. At least not those of us with white skin and a passport from a wealthy country. It snuck up on us and piece by piece it coerced our consent, until we found ourselves behind walls. With thousands screaming for help on the other side we allowed ourselves to become accessories. After all, it was our welfare that the walls were meant to protect. In earnest what happened was only a logical extension of the nation state protecting its own interests. The illusion of a generous immigration policy in the name of compassion was only convenient as long as it created an aesthetically pleasing contrast to the blatantly racist bigots screaming for closed borders. When push came to shove, compassion was only a word and order had to take the front seat. The nation state loves chaos. Chaos brings people together in the false community that is nationalism. It is in times of chaos that representatives of the authoritarian state can tell us that we really, really need them. Chaos is great as long as it can be controlled and contained outside the order of the state.
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Wir leiden das höchste Glück, es befiehlt der Wahn, wir weichen nicht zurück, Wir erbrechen das höchste Glück, ein offener Bruch, wir weichen nicht zurück.
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Puking air Losing sight Finding space In which to hide Gushing blood Blindly find Rune on mind The last sigh
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working all day or study some shit to make my life better while I suck moneys tits and then comes you, evil retards to fail supreme warriors of nonsense who are you to tell about the essence of metal and all that is be about the whole music since the 60s this music means freedom, creativity and pride, and not only for whites, but for all people, worldwide REF. a big fuck you from the underground from all free punks and metal hounds we sold our souls to this mighty sounds and spit on your heads while you bowing down collaborate and make a fucking split with other elite bastards and i barely give a shit but come in person evil retards to fail supreme warriors of nonsense and try us to tell about the essence of metal and all that is be about your own history of twentieth century but this music means freedom, creativity and pride, and not only for whites, but for all people, worldwide REF. a big fuck you from the underground from all free punks and metal hounds we sold our souls to this mighty sounds and spit on your heads while you bowing down a big fuck you from the underground from all free punks and metal hounds we sold our souls to this mighty sounds and spit on your heads while you bowing down
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I howl not at the moon/my cries rise for the doomed i hold many titles/my tale transcends the ages my spirit roams with ancient sages i am the sun/under which i run i am war/my primal core I am preceded/ mistaken by myth and lore for beasts have named me of themselves the truth ignored bipedal demons believe to be elevated they are spawn of hell regurgitated
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Es liegt was in der Luft feuchte Kälte ohne Duft Wieder kriecht es in das Tal das letzte mal bevor ich fall Die Sonne lacht mir ins Gesicht würde gern mitlachen, doch dass kann ich nicht Brennt meine zarte Haut wie Feuer das Leid beginnt und mir ist ungeheuer Auf dass es mich zerschneide in viele kleine unscheinbare Teile War noch so mächtig in der Dunkelheit doch jetzt läuft davon mir die Zeit Würde gerne bleiben doch das darf ich nicht mir verbrennen die Augen und ich verliere die Sicht Würde ihr gern entkommen das dass geht nicht mehr und ich steig wieder auf ins Wolkenmeer Und so vergehe ich wie der Schnee vom letzten Jahr nie wieder gesehen, als ward ich niemals da So vergehe ich für alle Zeit verloren fur die Ewigkeit Ich bin der Nebel tief im Tal kommt her und begleitet meine Qual Beschreitet meinen Leidensweg der in jedem von uns lebt
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I have seen golden fields and watched them burn. What sorrow lays before me, the morrow brings another endless grey. The forest calls our names, our malice, our shame. The forest calls to reclaim, her children, her name. Ground that was once lost, shall soon take root again. Our flesh is made of malice, our lungs are filled with scorn. The dawn of a new age of fire and metal is born. This is evil, and there is great shame in our violence against the earth. There is evil, and there is beauty, there is death, and there is birth. Our children inherit an earth which we have failed to cherish. Scorn. Shame.
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Blood and iron, Bone and marrow weep, Alone with the horizon. Days and weeks, Months and years they pass, Bark lights up the black night. The frostwolf, he taunts me, Hydra, it nurses the destroyer of worlds, Piercing the snow and the mountains, Twelve eyes and a thousand chrome teeth. Blood and iron, Bone and marrow weep, Alone with the horizon. Days and weeks, Months and years they pass, Bark lights up the black.
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Ears, weary of the sounds of screaming, crust over. Neural pathways close up from disuse, As we march towards our better world. A world we created for ourselves in the likeness of heaven; We cannot see the end. Eyes, weary of the sight of blood, cloud over. Blurry shapes the only light remaining; The market does not need you to see. Automation has contracted the human condition; we replace the bots we created in our likeness. Vocal cords, weary of argument, wither and die. You have no one to talk to. You should only be worried If you have something to hide; your voice Is good for one thing only: dissension. When you come of age you are mated to the gears; Plugged in to the network. Circuits and blood, flesh and bone mesh with silicon and metal. Your destiny realized: automation, submission. Your choice is this: Submit or be cast away with the detritus of progress. Freedom to starve or captivity in bliss. Hear! The last question of youth. See! Your world or vagrancy and hunger? Speak! Your last chance to answer. Speak! Your life, or "ours"? Speak.
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From the origin of the world a form of magnetism governs us a descending process a sneaky and violent slope a journey into the darkness of consciousness like a parasite settles in our minds pretending to be the reason is only aggression and the will to self-assertion the mask worn by reality It is the biggest lie music reveals this secret echoes of thunder rumbling the triumph of gravity the individual is a farce because he thinks to be free but it is dominated from tension to life by animal instincts and selfishness the downhill path continues Slowly but surely there is no way to turn back a push towards the non-return I am leaving the represented world to join the rebellion against reality the storm of my thought makes everything heavier I have to go down again nightmares from the cosmos are the same of my brain horrendous ghosts unimaginable you just can not explain creatures from elsewhere noise inaudible silent death the mask worn by reality It is the biggest lie music reveals this secret echoes of thunder rumbling the triumph of gravity the triumph of gravity!
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Those coded messages do not leave my head I tried searching but not found nowhere My fantasy world turned in a few minutes I swear Lizards... now I can not go without care Now at this moment they are coming into my life somewhere They told me: anything worth your prayer Just know I do not want to go back there Damn obsession is part of my nightmare I cried... damned lizards go away Those coded messages do not leave my head I tried searching but not found nowhere My fantasy world turned in a few minutes I swear Lizards... now I can not go without care Now at this moment they are coming into my life somewhere They told me: anything worth your prayer Just know I do not want to go back there Damn obsession is part of my nightmare (I cried... damned lizards go away) 3 x (Lizards from the sky that torment me I said go away tonight) 3 x
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This song was inspired by the Digger movement of 17th century England. The Diggers were a group of radical Protestant peasants that, during the intense crisis of feudalism of the time, promoted a form of agrarian socialism, while defending the Commons against the enclosures enforced by the English state, a process that would play a key role in the birth of what we now recognize as capitalism. Although their resistance was eventually crushed, it's important that we recover such movements and the potentialities that they fought for. lyrics "truth appears in light, falsehood rules in power to see these things to be is cause of grief each hour" morals carved in stone wither under the tide entropy eating from the inside in the throes of progress there is no life synthetic light illuminates the blind old man you are falling behind old man you are stuck in time the old gods have abandoned you the new ones have no use for you "truth appears in light, falsehood rules in power to see these things to be, is cause of grief each hour Knowledge, why didst thou come, to wound and not to cure?" the owl of athena spreads it's wings tonight the burial ground cries for more time what a cruel joke has time played on us we sacrificed each other now we watch it rust what a cruel joke has ambition played on us we sacrificed each other now prometheus laughs
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Nabídli jste mi zlato, pod nímž prohnívá dřevo. Můj zrak je teď čistý a vidím zcela jasně.......... Rojíte se jako oblak kobylek nad úrodou Ubohost vašeho bytí, prázdná existence pro nic. Můj život je ubíjen lží vaší falešné víry. Bolest hynoucí kořisti vlky zajímat nemusí. Po kolena ve sračkách vaši podstatu nikdy nezměním. Má duše rozhněvaná trapností místa, místa kde musí zvolna hnít. Vím že jsem váma vždy opovrhoval, hnusí se mi vaše tváře. Věším prapor války a nestačí mi zvítězit, je mi třeba pobít všech nepřátel. Podstatu bestie vy nikdy nezměníte.
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Внемли моему голосу Тому что зовет Что пытается спасти Спасти от того Что станет завтра с нами За все грехи Мы расплатились сполна Каждое слово как гвоздь Забитый в дверь запертой клетки Каждый миг агония длится И кажется что не почувствовать ветра Сотни веков разделяясь Свободное небо прибежище смелых Сколько цепей придется порвать Сколько нужно чтобы подняться Разделить все сомнения Вычеркнуть что не нужно Уравнять все желания И оставить мечту И не вспомнить не узнать Можно только ощутить И не вспомнить не узнать Можно только ощутить Воздух давит на крыло И земля летит вниз Пусть крылья расскажут как летать Смотреть свысока на бренную землю На наш несчастный мир Лететь наверху - одному Окруженный лишь ветром -одному
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eng Since the beginning of time Mankind driven to slaughter On golden platters Fuel for ambition Lust for fame In their hearts whistles you hear When knives are sharpen The song of the gallows Mantra of hatred Brotherhood of scaffolds curse damnation Far Horizons Drowning in flames of your prisons labor camps Because we want the stars Shining for everyone Not like grace Given as an insult With the promise of future debts But as the right Whatever it will cost You can not flinch Without turning back With fear and hope Death for your kind hemp noose shine of fires And forest of the gallows forests of the gallows
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Der Geist kennt deine Schuld Der Geist erkennt den verrat Der Geist holt dich heut Nacht Der Geist ist schon ganz nah Der Geist riecht deine Angst Der Geist straft dich heut nacht ___ Der Geist schaufelt dein Grab Der Geist bringt deine Sarg Der Geist holt dich heute Nacht Der Geist zündet dich an Der Geist frisst deine haut Der Geist straft dich heut nacht _____ es ist wahr er ist fast da er kommt heut nacht um dich zu hol’n er frisst deine haut er frisst dein haar zündet dich an und lacht dich aus du warst zu stolz Glanz lockt ihn an er sehnt nach licht er hasst das licht er sehnt nach licht er hasst das licht ist es erloschen so liegt du da ist es erloschen so liegt du da offenbart er sein anlitz holt dich der Tod
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Under a sky of different stars, Streams run red with the death of man Through the veil to endless cosmos, Roots tighten around our throats Our extermination was earned The wake of ceaseless destruction Ends with our demise And the natural worlds will thrive
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Солёный ветер Тронул струны души Хрупкие кости, Старые раны. Спешить теперь больше некуда... Волос седых Непокорная прядь Помнит ночи без сна Над клочьями сломанной жизни. Чёрной воды Неспокойная гладь - Клокочет и стонет.. Нет спасения здесь, Нет надежды... Не боясь умирать Он смеётся Шторму в лицо Лодки скелет Несётся в пропасть Волны кричат Имена забытых богов. Из снов воскрешая сюжеты Крылья шторма умчат навсегда Прочь от земных оков Прочь от себя самого.
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Our band is called "Гниль" (translated as "Rot") and we are playing rotten black metal. The "Смрад" ("Stench") is our first song about human religious arrogance. We think the idea of human soul is religious prejudice and equate it to human stench. Yeah, we hate speciesism as well as clericalism.
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If you stand and fight, There`s no guarantee That you will not suffer For the things that you believe in! On the field of battle Usually falls The one who took a step and was the first. Could it be an excuse and you will not fight for your love? Ideals can`t be wrong by the fact they were ignored! On the field of battle Usually stands The one who is ready to fight till the end. Faith is the only thing To keep in the heart. To be faithful people We don`t need to trust in god! Honor, peace and love, Families and friends Are worth fighting for until the end!
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Barndomens slut lämnade dig kvar Du öppnade dina ögon, vilsen och sårbar Världen, helt plötsligt hård och kall Du slet slöjan från ögonen började ditt fall Finns det någon väg som leder ut Kan inte existensen bara få ta slut Kylan kryper skyndar din metamorfos Allt som var du ska slutligen förgås Kan ingen bara stäcka ut en hand Leda dig från hav mot en stilla strand Lev ditt liv låt kött bli hö Du levde på knä, på knä ska du dö Ett liv i bojor, en törst efter frihet Dövad berusad, fylld av tomhet Så slå slå slå bara det känns Fyll ditt hjärta med eld, känn hur det bränns Att möta sin död är inget svår Att leva sitt liv är det som är hårt Din kropps färd mot entropi Tvingar dig fram, ska göra dig fri Ständig rörelse mot evighet Strävan att bli fri från livets grymhet Dina lemmar domnar, lunga full av slem Är tiden kommen att söka sig hem Varför dessa kval, varför denna existens Var är din tröst här på upplösningens gräns Är detta första steget mot att börja på nytt Innan döden är över har själen flytt. Finns det en himmel, eller vandrar din själ Ska du åter födas för att plågas ihjäl Ett liv i bojor, en törst efter frihet Dövad berusad, fylld av tomhet Så slå slå slå bara det känns Fyll ditt hjärta med eld, känn hur det bränns Att möta sin död är inget svår Att leva sitt liv är det som är hårt
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"И все человечество стало глиной!" Тучи сомкнулись над бренной земью, накрывши тенью всю долину. Гроза громыхает в беспросветном Небесном Море. Стопы громовержца, полные исполинской тяжести, сотрясают Землю. Птица Грома рвёт когтями небо, озаряя свод огнём небесным. Изрыгает рёв из львиной пасти, пробивает брешь в небесной тверди, впуская Море. Боги наступают, факелы в их десницах горят дабы зажечь всю Землю. Что было светлым, — во тьму обратилось.
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black tar (words martin skulls, music jochen bd) scars break up again old pain returns tears of ashes blacken my soul it’s easier to give up a horizon without light tears of ashes blacken my soul it’s easier to give up a horizon without light I see only shadows my thoughts flow tough like black tar a horizon without light
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Czciciele boga dla pieniądza Pierdoleni wyznawcy boga Upasieni na drobnych interesach i mamonie ofiarnych baranków Czciciele boga - upasienie Pierdolone - ofiarne baranki x2 en Worshipers of the god for money Fucking followers of the god Fattening on small business and mammon sacrificial lambs Worshipers of the god - fattening Fucking - sacrificial lambs
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nie Teil dieses Seins erfahren und doch nicht erlebt das Tannenrauschen kann nicht stillen die alten Flammen nicht wärmen kein Flimmern erhellt was zu dunkeln gemacht kein Gold erfährt was Eins bedeuted Aussen - gefangen, Innen - zerstört der schleppende Gang auf gequältem Fuß die gebrochenen Schultern vom Gewicht deiner Welt die zerschlagende Erkenntnis, Ewigkeit als Gegner der Weg einst frei verschlossen durch mich, durch uns und das Denken, alles zu sein was es braucht ein Fehler, eine Erkenntnis, eine Lösung, kein Sinn
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