And I'm about halfway done with this one Musically and lyrically. Opinions on the lyrics?
Storm the gates of the Heavens!
Drain out their lives,
Revoke, their divinity,
And destroy their thrones on which they claim to stand above thee.
Envision reverse psychology, the slave becomes the God.
God becomes the slave,
Whip that bastard God, make it beg, make it plead.
For it was never a true God, it was a mere phantom of true power.
Rise!
Rise above the hopeless faith.
Deny!
Deny their preaching of deceiving speech.
Annihilate!
Annihilate those that claim they can save.
For there is no saving in a faithless world.
Faithless world....
No God to grant eternal life.
Only contamination to rot the rest of it away.
That's it so far. Still working on it. Opinions?
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i don't think I want my band to talk about that cuz a lot of bands have already said it, why repeat what people have already said?
Hahaha! Well said.
Silent watching gaze
Across the blackened plains
Two eyes like burning embers
Awaits the moment for the
North star to blaze
Sythanagon winged
Angel rides deaths wind
To cloudless sky
And sound a summon call of war
Now burn does the skyline
Soundless wings lacerate the night
Angels of death emerge accross the sky
Thorned heads spiky limbs climb the air up high
Attack of the pearly gates
Now wait for the sign...
Seen now is His star
Ablaze now risen in
The sign of the one with
A numbeer not a name
Now given is the sign
The Golden walls of heaven
Sound is given now of charge
A voice of war does cry
The cry does sound the signal
And the walls are stormed
Now fly
Swords are drawn in soundless flight
Above the walls of gold
The winged angels of death descend
A thousand from above
Now heaven is in its' last throes of death
Sacred shrine of life and death
Apharamons gold key
The raping of holy interior
And all concealed
Now masturbated upon is throne of gold
Scattered battered wings
Along the palaces and streets
Trophy of the victory
Attached to spear of the Beast
Now spitted at is the scalp of God.
i have also started writing lyrics again yaaaaay julian.
And nah all of my songs have been anti-religious, hate, misanthropy, etc. I will admit one of them was "whiny" but that was my first song I ever wrote and it was Metalcore. I have recordings of all these songs, but they're recorded with a Rock Band microphone and the Audacity program, and it's so low quality that it makes the old school Black Metal look absolutely perfect.
Actually, Gulch got to hear one of my songs, Self Genocide, and he said it was actually pretty good but the Guitar work was bad, which I already knew, I'm shit at Guitar, but I had to work with the little Guitar skill I had. He loved the Drums though.
And your lyrics kinda blow. Sounds like something a Deathcore band would use...not Death metal <_>
this is my lastest song, its called Divided, We Stand.
If here, divided we must stand
To strike once and for all
Against those who would keep us silent and
Those who would hold hostage our free thought
Then here, united we shall fall
Together as one, with hope inside our minds
Our free minds, to see a day of freedom
Forever in generations to come
The gallows have been readied
With pale face, delivering a clear message
"Lead the youth astray"
Our hands are steadied, not ready to be afraid
Never again shall a calm visage be falsely portrayed
In the name of peace and tranquility
Rise through awareness, never to fall in blindness
Ignorance erodes the foundations of knowledge
Seeing God in the fog left by disinformation
Hatred is the name of our monstrosity
Despair the weapon, rending us from innovation
Slander everything that was upheld
As it is our rights, our potential that has been felled
Thus bred is a world that frowns upon intellect
To which, we, the dreamers, free-thinkers, and scholars
Are awarded no respect
In a word, neglect
When every aspect of life is handed to them by our design
This is a war of information, a battle for knowledge
Live no longer on the edge
distasteful world for the taking
No more faking, your lies are painstaking
This is where the line has been drawn
The last chance to correct the wrongs
This is where the line has to be drawn
Do not mistake our urgency
An era of true regency
If here, divided we must stand
To strike once and for all
Then here, united we shall fall
Together as one, with hope inside our hearts