Líklega, Fade To Black og One með Metallica.

Spheres of madness - Decapitated…alveg fáránlega flottur texti sem passar við flott lag, “Salvation is nothing, Nothing is salvation”

ég ætla að bæta við Strength Beyond Strength og Good Friends And A Bottle Of Pills með Pantera :)

ég veit ekki, örugglega einhver með Maiden, þeir eiga svo marga geðveika texta

Fyrir innihald nefni ég t.d. þennan Dying Fetus texta:

Pissing In The Mainstream

The media is a tool designed to mold us into slaves
Drugging us into an empty, apathetic daze.
The trick is that we think that everything is going fine
But the truth to our reality lies buried in the mind

I don't give a fuck about the Hollywood elite;
I don't really care if models can't fucking eat.
I don't give a fuck a fuck about which movie is on top.
But what I really know is that the shit has got to stop.

Consumer appetites are never satisfied in full,
'cause the objects that they buy can simply never fill the void.
A constant need for meaning, and accumulating shit,
drives the lust in their obsession just to get another fix.

I don't give a fuck about the TV ratings game,
The Real World is not a party, just a place for the insane.
If that reflects reality, then pass another drink
You try to be a millionaire, I'll vomit in the sink.

What the fuck is left to try,
on an avaricious nation on an economic high?
If Rome could last 500 years,
who then will throw the wrench inside our gears?

The bottom line is money on the Western power scene,
where celebrities and porn can let the population dream.
They're pathetic human living in an advertising glut,
who devour with a passion what the mainstream vomits up

Fyrir að vera bara flottur nefni ég þennan texta Amon Amarth:

The Fate Of Norns

I feel a chill in my heart
Like lingering winter cold
I and my son are torn apart
He was just 6 winters old

My first-born was he
And the last of my kin
The last one to carry my name
Death smiled at him its deadly grin
There is no one for me to blame

The fate of Norns await us all
There is no way to escape
The day to answer Oden's call
Or walk through hel's gate

I carry him to my ship
He seems to be asleep
But the deep blue colour of his lips
Is enough to make me weep

No man should have to bury his child
Yet this has been my share
The tears i shed run bitter and wild
It's a heavy burden to bear

His body feels so light in my arms
His skin is pale as snow
Yet his weight feels heavy in my heart
As my sadness continues to grow

Allfather!
What fate has been given me?
Why must I suffer?
Why must I feel this pain?
Allfather!
LIfe has lost it's meaning to me
I think I'm going insane!

I lay him down on a pyre
A burial worthy a king
And as I lie down by his side
I hear the weaving norns sing

The fate of Norns await us all
There is no way to escape
The day to answer Oden's call
Or walk through hel's gate

The fate of Norns await us all
I know this to be true
It's time to answer Odens's call
My son, he calls for me and you

Og fyrir að vera ljóðrænn og flottur nefni ég þennan texta með Withered sem ég rakst á um daginn:

Lilja

Stjörnur skína bjartar í nótt,
Líkt og þúsund skínandi tár á næturhimni.
Þessi nótt er sú nótt sem mun færa mér yfirvöldin.

Þeir gráta…englar Guðs í paradís!

Ég sé björtustu stjörnuna falla,
hún fellur í átt að mér.
Ég finn mátt minn aukast.
Ég finn sál mína styrkjast.

Ég er hér, einn með mínum eina vini,
nóttinni, henni ég get treyst.
Trú mér hefur hún alltaf verið.
Hún opnar sig fyrir mér.

Aðeins hún getur tendrað mitt sálarbál.
Því ferð mín virðist eilíf, mín leit er eilíf.

Stjarnan fellur áfram í mína átt.
Það er sem himininn opnast
og út kemur hún, hvítklæddur engill.
Komin til að hleypa mér inn á ný (?)

Svo falleg rödd hvíslar í huga mínum.
Varir hennar hreyfist ei…

“Ekki vera hræddur, þú ert ekki einn.
Ég skal gæta þín á þinni leið.
Höfuð skaltu bera hátt
og þú munt finna himnaríki!”

Hún hverfur á braut hins mikilfengna himins.
Hún er það eina sem ég sé.
Enn á ný er ég einn og yfirgefinn
reikandi um myrkrið sem blindur væri…

Sálarró tekur yfir líkama minn,
aldrei hef ég verið jafn ákveðinn.
Ríki himnanna verður mitt!

Hvert er nafn þitt?

Einn brutal og töff frá Bloodbath sem er alltaf gaman að raula:

Eaten

I've had one desire since I was born
To see my body ripped and torn
To see my flesh devoured before my eyes
I'm here for you I volunteer as a human sacrifice

[CHORUS]
Carve me up, slice me apart
Suck my guts, lick my heart
Chop me up I like to be hurt
Drink my marrow and blood for dessert
EATEN… My one desire, my only wish is to be–
EATEN… The longer I live the more I'm dying to feel the pain
EATEN… I would do anything to be–
EATEN… My one desire, my only wish is to be–
EATEN…

I finally found you, my personal slaughter
As an appetizer, I let you taste my daughter
Call me sick but this is what I need
My only purpose here is for you to feed

Desecrate me
Tear me limb from limb
Eviscerate me
Chew me to death


Annars legg ég svona hluti ekki mikið á minnið.

Verð Bara að segja Nr.1 Across the Rainbow Bridge sem er bara saga útaf fyrir sig um Víking sem hefur ekkert fyrir að lifa lengur

My days are numbered - soon I have to leave
The Horns have stretched my living thread
The notion of my demise won't leave me be
Why cannot death just set me free!

I've lived a life of prosperity
But I'm not as young as I used to be
Down the road waits misery
Why cannot death just set me free!

Countless armies have I attacked
Not once have I backed down
And though I've spilled a lot of blood
I never once received a mortal wound

I've raided shores in many lands
I cannot count the men I've killed
So many friends died with sword in hand
But the warrior's death was never granted me

I dress myself in battle clothes
Alone I make the final ride
My sight is blurred, by whipping snow
I seek to end my life

I want to walk across the Rainbow Bridge
And see my fathers in the golden hall
They beckon me to join their feast
In my dreams I hear their call

og Nr.2 1000 Years of Oppression og er um það hvað að kristin trú hefur skrifa sig hvað hæst í heiminum og hvað hún er mikið kjaftæði vegna þess að það hefur verið drepið fleyra fólk í Nafni Guðs en alls annars og það að víkingarnir þurftu að lúta í lægra haldi og voru kúgaðir af kristnum mönnum

He hung on the windswept world tree
Whose roots no one knows
For nine whole days he hung there pierced
By Gugnir, his spear

Swimming in pain he peered into the depths
And cried out in agony
Reaching out he grasped the runes
Before falling back from the abyss

He gave himself unto himself
In a world of sheering pain
So that we all may live our lives
By the wisdom that he gained

You doubted him, and spread their lies
Across the world, with sword in hand
You raped our souls, and stole our right
All for the words of mild-mannered man

You listened to mild-mannered god
And put your faith in deceitful words
Your powertrip was paid by blood
In kindness' name you spilled our blood

I refuse to submit
To the god you say is kind
I know what's right, and it is time
It's time to fight, and free our minds

Let me die without fear!
As I have lived without it
So shut your mouth and spare my ears
I'm fed up with all your bullshit

After a thousand years of oppression
Let the berserks rise again
Let the world hear these words once more:
“Save us, O Lord, from the wrath of the Norsemen”

Our spritis were forged in snow and ice
To bend like steel forged over fire
We were not made to bend like reed
Or to turn the other cheek

He grasped the runes, they're ours to use

og Nr.3 The Sound of Eight Hooves er um Prest sem er fangelsaður og síðan hengdur í tréi af heiðnum mönnum fyrir að tala of mikið.Það sem mér finnst svo flott við þennan texta/þetta lag er það að þú getur séð fyrir þér hvað er að gerast,það er bara eins og allt sé að gerast fyrir framan þig

He's running through the woods so black
A loyal servant of christ
Dogs are barking down his back
He's running for his life

He came with words of love and peace
These heathens had to be saved
He thought that he could make them see
Instead he was enslaved

In captivity he spoke of god
To all he met he preached
But when his master's patience ran out
He knew he had to flee

Tears are running down his cheeks
As he sobbing realizes
That in this land his god is weak
And today he's going to die

He stumbles out onto an open field
Where an old oak tree grows
In the branches hang men of three
Dressed in preacher robes

His knees refuse to carry him on
Terror shines in his eyes
His faith in christ is almost gone
His god's left him to die

Below the dead he says his prayers
To the god he thought was alive
When he hears a calm voice say:
“SHUT HIM UP AND HANG HIM HIGH!”

As his breath leaves his eyes open wide
A bright light comes from above
He greets this light with a smile
And thinks: “There is a God”

The sound of eight hooves reaches his ears
Comes from the heavenly light
Two wolves' howls fill his heart with fear
And he sees two ravens fly

Down from the sky a warlord rides
Like fire his one eye glows
And just before the preacher dies
He knows his god is false

Mér finnst nú textarnir af In the Nightside Eclipse með Emperor og flestir Immortal textarnir með þeim flottustu.

erfitt að velja en Raibow In The Dark (dio),Rocket Ride,Rock Bottom og gold Gin(KISS) og Hollow með Pantera standa upp úr :P

Bloodbath - Outnumbering The Day er texti sem ég lifa mig mjög mikið inn í.

Er mikið að grúska í Metal teztum. Dark lyrics junkie.

Crestfallen

Ég verð líka að nefna það að DEICIDE textarnir eru alveg ógurlega magnaðir. Og ég ætla að nefna það að ég fíla gore/dauða/morð texta einsog Mortician eða Cannibal Corpse og ég ætla að verða náriðill og fjöldamorðingi þegar ég verð stór!

eitthvað með Cradle of Filth,My Dying Bride,Nirvana,CCR og Bubba Morthens=P

cannibal corpse- stripped,raped and strangled

Megadeth - Trust

Ég veit ekki af hverju, en ég barasta kolféll fyrir textanum í þessu lagi. Ekki furða að þetta varð fljótt lang uppáhaldslagið mitt með þeim.

Ég fíla íslenska texta mest en einn og einn enskur heillar mig…
Emperor - Towards the Pantheon er mitt uppáhalds lag með Emperor, textinn er líka alveg ágætur:

May the wolves start to howl again.
May the age of darkness arise.
We will travel for eternities
into the unknown to reach what we seek.
Fight the ways through the barriers of light, through the wastelands
where nothing but grief have become the eternal memory.

Shield of life, sword of death held up high into the sky.
Guided by the shining Moon in the starry sky above.
In the horizon beyond black clouds of destruction rages
like dancing shadows of pain.
… of pain.

We will grant Him their pain.
He will grant us His flame.
In flesh and blood. He will arise
to deliver the key.
As the armours black robe slides across the landscape,
we see the land of wisdom, strength and pure evil…
Darkness, frost, hate…

the throne will be ours.

May the wolves start to howl again.
May the age of darkness arise.
May we touch the black flames
of the past again… and forevermore.

Myrk - Myrk
Þetta lag varð allt í einu mitt uppáhalds útaf textanum, var það ekki þegar ég hafði ekki lesið hann og hlustað nokkru sinnum eftir það:

Myrk sál að handan
Galdraþulu þulur
Er kallar á þína sál
Fögur hún birtist
Í giltum loga tælir
Fallinn fangi þú ert
Hlekkjaður fastur
Í hennar nornaseið
Tryllt hún dansar
Sál þín í eldinum brennur
Sá dagur ei kemur
Að hún syrgt þinn dánardag
Hún man þann daginn sem dó
Er svikin í túninu stóð
Uns sólin féll
Í tunglsins blóð
Og myrkrið hana tók
Úr blóðvotri jörð
Lík hennar lá
Svikin ást bar í
Rauðum taumum frá henni rann
Myrk og fögur hún hvílir
Er sólin hnígur himni á
Hennar grátur í vindinum gnauðar
Úr himnum falla hennar tár
Blóðrauður skuggi á enginu hvílir
Líflausum augum
Tunglið og sólin á lautina stara
Um eilíf tár grasið aldrei grær
Með blóðrauðar hendur
Og útbreiddan arm
Ívöl á kinn hvílir
Myrk

Curse - Örlög grafin í stein
Finnst textinn ágætur en þetta lag með Curse er ekki með þeim betri samt..

Sú bölvaða vídd er hold þitt klæðir
Gerir þig blinda er úr þér blæðir
Sál þín er hyldýpi sem að þú hræðist
Á morgun þú deyrð og aftur þú fæðist

Blóðug örlög þín eru grafin í stein

Á ný þú munt læra að kveljast og hata
Og lífsmynstur manna þinn hug munu mata
Eilífar sorgir og eilífar syndir
Aðeins ef frelsi þú í dauðanum fyndir

Blóðug örlög þín eru grafin í stein

Dularfull vera, umlukin syndunum þeim
er gera okkur mannleg,
en mannleg mynd er aðeins gríman ein
Og þegar hún fellur, berskjölduð sálin hrein
vill ekki snúa við
En þetta er þinn örlagahringur
grafinn í stein

Svo eitt í lokin. Grief of Emerald - Wingless
Veit ekki með textann, einsog ég sagði áður á ég erfitt með að meta enska texta, þessi er ágætur en set hann þó aðallega því þetta er magnað lag..

Beyond the last cry has the last day come
And hell has reclaimed this world's future
Mankind will die for what I have become
And black turns the brightest light

All living has failed lying naked and torn
When wingless they try to fly from the coming storm
I raped this world to praise the antichrist
That rules in the name of master Satan

Retaliation strikes
To pay for ancient foolishness
And gather in one last caress
Together they meet death
But pain crept on alone

This is the end of all
Everything dies life has lost
All your hope and happyness vanished
the day the whore died nailed on the cross

Hmm. Erfitt val, margir góðir textar þarna úti. Sá sem mér dettur fyrstur í hug er:

Sonata Arctica - Don't Say a Word

I am your poison candygram,
the love that's ment to fade away
Vade retro, alter ego, move aside, I'm choking on this life
I think I tolerate your hate, as long as you're afraid
All I wanted was to be with you and suffer every day…

Under the moon I hold a wake for a promise torn
Mortally wounded, feelings sheltered me
Once again my shadow will enter your life
Time to walk with me the last mile…

I read a book about a man, a love, a woman, how they died
How I was waved aside, listen how the headless doves cry
I truly see a madman in the mirror when I'm weak
I spent a year in love before I realized it's me

Open your blue eyes, tell me that you love me, whore
Make me believe it, oh I know you're lying
Broke the vow I thought you made, my angel, why…
Could I let you wait out the night?

[CHORUS:]
Mother always said “my son, do the noble thing…”
You have to finish what you started, no matter what,
Now, sit, watch and learn…
“It's not how long you live, but what your morals say”
Cannot keep your part of the deal
So don't say a word… don't say a word

It won't be long now, love, like mist I slowly fill the room
I place a black candle on your chest,
The path of night is manifest
I never wanted us to end up in this catatonic phase
It wasn't me who ran away, you made me stray…

Open your blue eyes, tell me that you love me, whore
Make me believe it, oh I know you lie
Broke the vow I thought you made, my angel, why…
Settling the score, we pass the twilight…

[CHORUS:]
Mother always said “my son, do the noble thing…”
You have to finish what you started, no matter what,
Now, sit, watch and learn…
“It's not how long you live, but what your morals say”
Cannot keep your part of the deal
So don't say a word… don't say a word

Strawberry blonde, your stranglehold
on my heart is bound to end
I suppose, life sometimes,
it doesn't go the way it was meant
Though you never were a believer,
I assure you: I won't die before you
You read the book now,
The part “ashes to ashes, dust to dust”

Short is the flight of this little starling
Love sounds familiar, but the emotion escapes me
I will carpe the diem while it's still here,
And see how the fear of death becomes her

We had it all so sweet
Made for me, you, indeed…
Big secret, small the lie
Don't cry for me, oh, argentite

No word you say tonight
Can make this be alright
I'll help you follow through
Remember this?: Pacta sunt servanda

… The wounds are too deep,
I need to keep the scars
To prove there was a time
When I loved something more than life

Unlike the last time here,
I now have the means and a will sincere
Your knight is nowhere near
Unfortunate for you, this makes me your God…

[SOLOS]

Closing your eyes, don't ever say you love me, whore
You never meant a word, I know you lied
When there is life, there is despair, indulge me now
And stay alive this night… I promise you the end before the first light arrives…

[CHORUS:]
Mother always said “my son, do the noble thing…”
You have to finish what you started, no matter what,
Now, sit, watch and learn…
“It's not how long you live, but what your morals say”
Cannot keep your part of the deal
So don't say a word… don't say…

[CHORUS:]
Mother always said “my son, do the noble thing…”
You have to finish what you started, no matter what,
Now, sit, watch and learn…
“It's not how long you live, but what your morals say”
Cannot keep your part of the deal
So don't say a word… Don't Say A Word!

Svo er þessi líka góður:

Arch Enemy - We Will Rise

Tear down the walls
Wake up the world
Ignorance is not bliss
So fed up with second best
Our time is here and now

I am the enemy
I am the antidote
Watch me closely
I will stand up - now

We will rise
Rise above

Stereotype Fools
Playing the game
Nothing unique
They all look the same
In this sea of mediocrity
I can be anything
Anything I want to be

We will rise

Og að lokum:

Kamelot - Descent of the Archangel

[MEPHISTO:]
Speak my friend
You look surprised
I thought you knew
I'd come disguised
On angel wings…in white
I can make
Your dreams come true
What a couple…
Me and you
On journey through the night

I will show you everything so vividly
You can't deny me

Bathed in moonlight
I'm proclaimed by angels cry
Think well
Do take your time
Because your soul
Will be mine the day you die

Name a pleasure
One…a few
Any form
Of lust in you
Will tremble at my touch
I come down from heaven's light
I have all the perfect alibis
There's so much…

I will show you everything so vividly
You won't deny me
Bathed in moonlight

I'm proclaimed by angels cry
Think well
Do take your time
Because your soul
Will be mine the day you die

Call my name or carry on
Till that last resistance' gone
I'm sure we'll meet again

I'm your true disciple
When the flesh desires
You won't deny me