Hey guys! I’m noob and have no matters to stay at this stage. Some posts will be seemed like a bullshit, but in future it will be good base for communication))

Recently I wrote some verses. When I tried to sing them with acoustic guitar, my friend said, that these verses are related to Kreator’s songs “Violent revolution” and “Hordes of chaos”. I did’t want this relations and was surprised about. I can’t write music now, but I don’t want to steal it. We don’t want take a risk of recording this. Especially, because we didn’t ask Kreator soon. So I post my verses with similar rhymes to songs. If you’ll imagine, you’ll be exited. I post russian verses, translations are not completed yet.

The first song is about food. It’s about future with genetical modification. Imagine the burning angel… Oh, no… Angel-grill. The giant bird with the meat of the man like you.

Г. М. О.

Жить всё сложнее в наши времена.
Натурпродукт как сказка,
Сон средь бела дня.
В среде гурманов и обжор
Я не могу найти свой
Идеальный корм.
День ото дня всё хуже жратва
Что ждать от тех,
Кто досыта кормил вчера?
Тушка индейки размером с человека:
Ангелы гриль -
Пища нового века!

Легкоусвояемое мясо
Ангелы-гриль - каннибализм в массы!
Генетическая обработка!
Ангел земной - теперь и тушёнка!

Ген человека, гений питания!
Спаситель народов.
Искупитель желаний.
Сила природы
В руках учёных.
Ангелы плачут
На вертелах...
Жиром...

Известно всем: ты то, что ты жрёшь. 
Вегетаморфный процесс 
В сознании пошёл. 
Но тело против, и я это знал
Во тьме души
На свет родился каннибал
Но где найти нормальных людей,
Когда вокруг так много
Пресных овощей?
Я вижу выход из свих заблуждений
Ангелов спущу с небес
Как древнее время...

Легкоусвояемое мясо
Ангелы-гриль - каннибализм в массы!
Генетическая обработка!
Ангел земной - теперь и тушёнка!

Ген человека, гений питания!
Спаситель народов.
Искупитель желаний.
Сила природы
В руках учёных.
Ангелы плачут
На вертелах...
Жиром...

Долой мораль и десертные вина
Я человек - и кровь в моих жилах
И что есстесствено - не безобразно
Птиц тоже кормят останками братьев

Жить всё сложнее день ото дня.
Я жду спасенья от тех
Кто накормил меня.
Я не могу принять такой силы
Ангельская плоть
В моё сознание влилась.
И вижу сны о будущем я
Где мои дети носят
Крылья ангела!
Не вижу злости своей я предела
Птицелюди пришли 
Судить человека!

Легкоусвояемое мясо
Ангелы-гриль - каннибализм в массы!
Генетическая обработка!
Ангел земной - теперь и тушёнка!

Ген человека, гений питания!
Спаситель народов.
Искупитель желаний.
Сила природы
В руках учёных.
Ангелы плачут
На вертелах...
Жиром...

The next song is about beauty. About immortal beauty. “Ghost of eternal beauty” - what would be better to think?

Призрак вечной красоты.

Днём ищу тебя в толпе!
Ты преследуешь меня во сне
Моя мечта! Моя судьба!
В любой другой я вижу лишь тебя!
Повсюду ты! Мой призрак вечной красоты
Иллюзия моей мечты
Представить вновь тебя хочу, сгорая от любви!
Как призрак вечной красоты
Ревниво сравниваешь ты
И заставляешь думать
Что они

Просто куклы!
Просто куклы!
Скульптуры плоти и кости! Куклы,
Только куклы!
Только куклы!
Бездушные, безвольные. Куклы!

Kreator!

I don’t want to steal the music. If you’ll allow us to record this songs as a cover versions, we will do it. If not, we will write our own music. But I want to do both variations. It will be great expirience for us.

Best regards, Goreblaze and rageous youth’s of St. Petersburg.

Translations are not comleted yet. No replies - no hate. I’ll post again in this thread.

Suicide machinery

Civilization

  World has been changing, life runs extremely fast. 
  Death becomes salvation in the game that’s slaying us. 
  Game without rules where strong is breaking down
  Weakness gives a faith and hope or suicidal fall… 

  There are no winners, it is glorious to live. 
  Obeing doom of destiny, transforming life to dream. 
  There are no losers, when heroes wish to die
  Dreaming of the world in peace and bringing dream to life.

Frustration

  Dreams have been changing, they grow with crazy speed
  Hands are weak and can not carry own brittle bliss
  Sinking bitter ash of dream when real life strikes down  
  Soul leaves revolving body hung alone in dark. 

  Body comes evolved living in this brutal world
  Strength is overgrown but dreams shell never been returned.
  Might without aim explodes inside with blaze of hate
  Bringing death to lucky ones who can’t survive itself.

Desolation

  Their souls are scream in vain of painful mindless call
  No one couldn’t hear it, no echoes had returned
  Shutting mouth down, feeling pulse of sicking dread
  Abstract from life with plesure of oblivion and death  

  Running from reality in crazy love to rot
  Rancid body calls to death, transacts decay to soul
  Wasting out all of last in poisoned brainless head
  Living dead walks slowly on the desolated land. 

Falsification

  Calm of blind fills eyes in glasses painted pink.
  Bliss is strongly holden in webs of lie as hard as steel. 
  Closing eyes to find truth, to doze in cheated maze. 
  Wake in pain, cry blood insane, desperately go astray. 

  Lie is true if truth mistaken, said by someone else. 
  Truth for one is one more brick in labyrinths of fake. 
  Lie for lie and no more truth in demagogic war. 
  Temtation of perversion obscures perfect. It costs more.

Reflection

  Hate reflects from mirrors like dark waves of the light.
  Hate disrupsts with horrors and strikes back amplified.
  Watching mistakes everywhere, sinking mirrored face
  Looking lie in hateful sight with absolute of black. 

  Blackened wings, black-painted soul to hide the pain inside.
  Reflecting real life inversed to feel distorted light. 
  Anyone and each of all had filled their life with sin  
  Awsome masochistic tricks to lose the faithful fear. 

Illumination

  Path to knowledge lies trough global waste of past mistakes.
  Step by step until the end of logic’s stairways.
  Bonding images and thoughts in discuss of the mind.
  Tie the end with begin? showing meaning of the life.

  What it means for someone, who is tired to survive?
  Praying for the gods, which will accept their sacrifice.
  Trying to break the chains of poor-mind slavery
  Turning on the own suicide machinery.

I know, you had read this verse. Do you think, why I’m going insane when I understand it? Your attention is important for me, I want to be heard.
I’m working with my verses. If I do something wrong, please help me.
Excuse me for my mistakes in text, I did’nt post in English for a long time.

Best regards

It honestly reminds me of when I first started listening to Endless Pain and Pleasure to Kill, while trying to follow the lyrics from Mille and Ventor. I couldn’t understand them at first because I had never heard anything so fast. Of course, I can’t hear music while reading your lyrics but I must say that it certainly seems like it is Kreator influenced. That is a good thing!

Ha…I can imagine the peoples’ face when they see those cirillian letters! :lol:

I use cyrillic letters too! ЋИРИЛИЦААААААА МАИКА СРБИЈА хахаххах... :D

Yes, of course. I had listening to Kreator for a long time, so my lyrics must be influenced by. My English depends on the words I hear and remember. “Suicide machinery” is a translation of my verse “Generation of masochists” in English. I have not melody for this.

Today I couldn’t complete translations(( I’m sad. And angry.

And again, and again, and again)) Cover version to “Terrible certainty”. I think, this song can be listened by children without psycological harm. I sing “Terrible certainty” when I rock to sleep my one year old brother. But I know the meaning of lyrics in “Terrible certainty”, and afraid about charming effect of this song. I wrote cover version without “dying” and “plague”.

Lullaby

Fall asleep! You are sleeping.
From voices, that sing around ears.
Once you had listened,
You can’t wake to hear…
Confused in your fantastic dreams.
Your eyelids grow heavy and quiet,
Nothing is left for you now.
Having to hear the song of the sirens
Sleeping is all you can do.

It’s twisting and charming,
And slowly your mind will break.
But how long will it take
To wake up from this trance?

With rapid pulsation
The song is bursting head.
You are lone. No one help
To wake up from nightmare!

There is no enough to interest you, I’ll write second verse soon.

Translations are not
Completed yet((Even now
I’m really have not
Enough time to write
A lot of my wishes in rhymes
So many words I couldn’t explain
So many uncompleted ideas,
Insane and wise
Trash of my businass.
Soon I’ll free and alive!

It’s awful and senceless
And your attention will end
But how long will it take
To post again in thread?

With fatal convulcions
My fingers beat on keyboard
God laughs hard! Will it take
To cure my butthurt?

The Clansman - 21 February 2012 08:09 PM

Ha…I can imagine the peoples’ face when they see those cirillian letters! :lol:

FEAR the great Russian language! :vampire:

I post it to future times, when russian slowpokes will find this board. I hope, russian fans can write in english…

I couldn’t find [spoiler]SPOILER[/spoiler] tag!

Lyrics are good,I wonder did you melodize them or just wrote the lyrics?

Sometimes I play on acoustic guitar. And play melodies with simple chordes. I try to write metal music, but it’s really hard to do it alone. I couldn’t find musicians to write own music. So, if my verses have any relations with music I listen, I rewrite lyrics to the music.

I have more expirience in writing lyrics, I had to write a lot to improve my English. Recently I was persuaded to write only in Russian, but now I understand, where is my mistake. I use translation to accelerate my brains. More translations - more usage for dictionaries.

In internet, I used songs like any other memes. And I hope all of my first time poetry is lost. I used hardcore rap style, usually in Russian. So I had improved it. I see here some people have very good english, that I can read without dictionary. So, I am able to read now a lot. It’s good. I was interesteted by thread about religion in music.

I’ll post in that when will read all. I have an opinion.

Now, before I complete a song about food in English, I’ll tell about this song. There is a man, who is not satisfied by food he have. He is a christian and hope to future time salvation. Salvation in food made of genetically modified organisms. In his fantasies he see angels-grill. But before he will eat, he saw vegetamorfical evolution of his mind. He is angry and hungry. His whrath is in idea to cannibalize, now he see angels not like a giant birds. He humanised them. He understand, that he can’t find normal meat in any human he see. He thinks how god can feed a lot of humans like him. And pray for salvation. Asks heavens to bring angels to the earth. In third verse he see heaven’s judjement on the earth. His life comes better, he comes replete… overfed. And can not think like before. He feel how “angelic” meat fit his body, and fills his mind. He see nightdreams, where his children bears wings of angels. He feel fear, anger and shame. He thinks, god brings his angels for armaggedon’s judjement day.

An year ago I wrote a song “Goreblaze”, the second verse is in my signature. It’s about nuclear blast. I was influenced by “Fahrenheit 451” novel, and wrote about. Now my thoughts about religion in art came evolved. I was embarrassed a lot when I tried to read Bible. Really. Now my lyrics are influensed by this book. And if my past fears were about nuclear war, now I fear GMO in my food. In Russia it is an actual problem, and it needs to be heard. Nobody cares))

WeGiveyouPain, you post a huge text about USA. I think about living in USA without envy, but why do you think about your slavery? What is a problem in some, that you… can not control? Now it is global slavery. Internet is not ideal for global communication, but it gives these chances. When I were in school I had a lot of ideas, utopic wonders. But all my wishes broke down when my life was filled with carelessity. Now I try to erase my past mistakes. Erase my past life. Do you know, when the slave becomes a slave? When you wish more power then someone of your inner circle. Only wish will bring you to the slavery. Why do you think about? Oh, now… Now I am interested by this question: “Why I am fucking agree with you?”. I hate this thoughts. No one can change the world before he will change himself. But what he will wish when it will be?

Goreblaze - 25 February 2012 05:32 PM

WeGiveyouPain, you post a huge text about USA. I think about living in USA without envy, but why do you think about your slavery? What is a problem in some, that you… can not control? Now it is global slavery. Internet is not ideal for global communication, but it gives these chances. When I were in school I had a lot of ideas, utopic wonders. But all my wishes broke down when my life was filled with carelessity. Now I try to erase my past mistakes. Erase my past life. Do you know, when the slave becomes a slave? When you wish more power then someone of your inner circle. Only wish will bring you to the slavery. Why do you think about? Oh, now… Now I am interested by this question: “Why I am fucking agree with you?”. I hate this thoughts. No one can change the world before he will change himself. But what he will wish when it will be?

Alright then I just couldn’t understand that USA part.I can’t remember that I talked about USA,and I don’t think that I did it.Because I see world as a one at these times,I don’t care USA or Turkey,I’m more about the raw humanity,wtihout this human-made world.

Yeah, I failed. I meant your first post in “Religion in music” thread and mixed reply with another person, when I had parallel communication. I hadn’t read carefully before posting, excuse me please. Here I want to start another part of history, like so many times before. And don’t want to start my life here with a lot of conflicts. But I had a headshake while reading thread and couldn’t remember a lot.

So much to read… That’s something new)) I’m failed.

GMO

It’s hard to live in this lifebreaking age.
Natural food is like a fairytale for blind man!
Among these gourmets and gluttons
I can not find my perfect feed - my hunger grows!
Day after day I have a worse chew.
I am believe in future time to glut to full!
Hot chilly chicken with the size of a human:
Angels-grill - a food of my dream!

Degestible and tasty!
Angels-grill - salvation for masses!
Feel the heavens blessing!
Angels-grill - enjoy your passions!

Human gene -
The genius of nutrition,
Survival of genesis,
Redeemer of starvation!
Natural power
In modern genetics…
When angels
Cry out in ovens

On skewers and lattices… With fat…

It’s simple - You are what you had to eat.
That’s why my mind came out vegetamorfic!
But I resist with each body cell -
My soul evolves to face the cannibal myself!
I tried in vein to find real flesh…
Around me I see so much insipid cucambers!
I broke my dreams and got a decision
I will pray to bring my honey angels from heavens!

Degestible and tasty!
Angels-grill - salvation for masses!
Feel the heavens blessing!
Angels-grill - enjoy your passions!

Human gene -
The genius of nutrition
Survival of genesis,
Redeemer of starvation
Natural power
In modern genetics
When angels
Cry out in ovens

On skewers and lattices… With fat…

It’s hard to live in this world day by day.
I can not thank the one who fed me yesterday.
I can not take such power from heaven,
Angelic flesh has filled my mind with fear.
And I see nightmares without escape:
My children bears the wings of heaven’s Angels!
My anger fall before my dispair:
Birdmans came to bring the heaven’s judjement to people!

Degestible and tasty!
Angels-grill - salvation for masses!
Feel the heavens blessing!
Angels-grill - enjoy your passions!

Human gene -
The genius of nutrition,
Survival of genesis,
Redeemer of starvation!
Natural power
In modern genetics…
When angels
Cry out in ovens

On skewers and lattices… With fat…

Goreblaze - 26 February 2012 11:17 AM

So much to read… That’s something new)) I’m failed.

Yeah,if you don’t read every day,reading and following a forum is really hard thing!!

I had record first verse vithout music and upload it to facebook.

Beware! Scary image.

I’m working with acoustic version of “GMO” song. Solo and outro parts are incomplete. I want to record a cover version and try to maximalize relation beetween songs “GMO ” and “Violent revolution”. Before my friends will think about original music, I have to complete the song. It’s really more different than I thought recently. And fucking difficult to write from acoustic guitar.

Midi version