Song Lyrics Thread, Latest Iteration.

Deceiver

By STORMWARRIOR

A masquerade, hiding the truthe
The weapons of glory, preparing to shoot
Wearing steele withe a false beliefe
Supporting the wronge, no hearte for the scene
Push for the golde, payment's the lawe
Sold the soule to the commercial war
Creating newe heroes, buying their fame
Deceiving the past, their faithe will be slayed

They are riding withe the winde of the false ones
They are fighting the proude and the brave

Deceiver
Die by the fire
Deceiver
Burne at the stake
Deceiver
Fearing the true

Wielding the sworde forged in the past
They're unable to fighte, unworthy to last
Values are loste, no bloode formed of steele
A lifetime to falter, a lifetime to kneele
They followe corruption, they followe their lies
Deceit and betrayal, their unholy life
The oathe of allegiance they never have sworn
Their falsified heartes ruled by evil force

They are lying withe the face of the false ones
Fallen warriors are crying in their graves

Deceiver
Die by the fire
Deceiver
Burne at the stake
Deceiver
Fearing the true

:viking:
 
Do I hate that smiley?

Anyway, as pompous metal lyrics go, Hammerfall are pretty good:

Templars of Steel

The hands of time have brought you here
to make a change, to break down the walls
You are the ones and you are the only
trying to live by your own goals

And you all cry for freedom
Raise your fists to the sky

Let your voice speak for the revolution
All join forces with all the powers that you feel
Let your heart beat for the revolution
Led by the Templars of Steel

Let's spread the word of the sole survivors
with metal pounding inside their souls
The fire burns, and it will forever
blaze for the ones who stands strong

And you all cry for freedom
with your fists in the sky

Let your voice speak for the revolution
All join forces with all the powers that you feel
Let your heart beat for the revolution
Led by the Templars of Steel
You are the Templars of Steel

Oh, oh, oh ...

Let your voice speak for the revolution
All join forces with all the powers that you feel
Let your heart beat for the revolution
Led by the Templars of Steel

Let your voice speak for the revolution
All join forces with all the powers that you feel
Let your heart beat for the revolution
Led by the Templars of Steel
You are the Templars of Steel
 
More Hammefall:

Remember Yesterday

Can you tell me why
it seems so hard to carry on
When you hear a voice
from long ago, so bittersweet


Even though I try, I can not
read between the lines
You know I tried,
Oh, yes, I tried, what's wrong


Too late to turn back time
To look over my shoulder
Maybe one day I'll return again


Remember Yesterday
and think about tomorrow
But you have to live today
Oh, lonely yesterday


don't leave me with the sorrow
Cause I have to live today


Every morning I awake
to see the newborn day
To carry on the flame
until the end of time


Too late to turn back time
To look over my shoulder
Maybe one day I'll return again


Remember Yesterday
and think about tomorrow
But you have to live today
Oh, lonely yesterday
don't leave me with the sorrow
Cause I have to live today


Oh, oh, oh, don't you step aside
and pretend about the future
Oh, oh, oh, never live a lie
don't you know tomorrow never comes
 
Inertiatic ESP by Mars Volta

now im lost
last night I heard lepors
flinch like birth defects
it's musk was fecal in origin
as the words dribbled off of its chin
it said I'm lost
I'm lost
now I'm lost
dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils
cast in oblong arms length
the hooks have been picking their scabs
where wolves hide in the company of men
it said
I'm lost
I'm lost
now I'm lost
are you peaking in the red
perforated at the neck
what of this mongrel architect
a broken arm of sewers set
past present and future tense
clipside of the pinkeye fountain
now I'm lost
it's been said
long time ago
you'll be the first and last to know
you'll never know
 
Swords In The Wind, by Manowar

I Surrender My Soul Odin Hear My Call
One Day I’ll Sit Beside Your Throne In Valhalla’s Great Hall
Like So Many Before Me I’ll Die With Honor And Pride
The Right Of A Warrior Forever To Fight By Your Side

Send A Sign Raise The Sail Wave A Last Goodbye
Destiny Is Calling Immortality Be Mine

Call The Witch To Cast The Runes, Weave A Magic Spell
We Who Die In Battle Are Born Not For Heaven Not For Hell

We Are Sons Of Odin The Fire We Burn Inside
Is The Legacy Of Warrior Kings Who Reign Above In The Sky

I Will Lead The Charge My Sword Into The Wind
Sons Of Odin Fight To Die And Live Again
Viking Ships Cross The Sea, In Cold Wind, And Rain
Sail Into The Black Of Night Magic Stars Our Guiding Light

Today The Blood Of Battle Upon My Weapons Will Never Dry
Many I’ll Send Into The Ground Laughing As They Die.

We Are Sons Of Odin The Fire We Burn Inside
Is The Legacy Of Warrior Kings Who Reign Above In The Sky

I Will Lead The Charge My Sword Into The Wind
Sons Of Odin Fight To Die And Live Again
Viking Ships Cross The Sea, In Cold Wind, And Rain
Sail Into The Black Of Night Magic Stars Our Guiding Light

Place My Body On A Ship And Burn It In The Sea
Let My Spirit Rise Valkries Carry Me
Take Me To Valhalla Where My Brothers Wait For Me
Fire Burning To The Sky My Spirit Will Never Die

I Will Lead The Charge My Sword Into The Wind
Sons Of Odin Fight To Die And Live Again
Viking Ships Cross The Sea, In Cold Wind, And Rain
Sail Into The Black Of Night Magic Stars Our Guiding Light
 
It got pretty heavy for a while there, ey?

Village on the Sand
by Blackmore's Night

I saw three ships a-sailing in from across the sea
Strangers ne'er were welcome but for curiosity
But come they did and when they did ready they did stand
And things would never be the same in our Village on the Sand...

When the ships pulled in to dock the villagers did hide
When trouble came it usually was brought upon the tide
When the pirates disembarked they were making plans
And from then on things were not the same in our Village on the Sand...

The smugglers came into our town and many sought to run
I stood my ground bravely and came face to face with one
Time and travel on the seas weathered face and hand
He was different than others in my Village on the Sand...

He told me of the years he'd spent on the stormy seas
Then he spoke a poet's words of philosophy
And when he had to leave again he asked me for my hand
And I knew I'd never see again my Village on the Sand...
 
Black Winter Night

By DRAGONFORCE

Day after day as I boldly slay
And the sun becomes dark in the sky
Everything's lost for this human race
And the dawn of a new age will rise

Rays of sunlight now are gone
Only visions of ice will remain
The fallen ones and forgotten souls
Will rise up over the slain

No more hope as we raise our hands to the sky
No more dreams as the rivers run dry

Everything's lost all is left astray
Only sorrow and sadness remains
Curtains have dropped on our fallen world
And the forces of darkness shall rise

Why can't you see what has happened to thee?
Can you not all open your eyes?
Everything's lost there is no retreat
And our valleys echo with pain

No more hope as we raise our hands to the sky
No more dreams as the rivers run dry

On the endless sea of madness we sail forever more
And the endless tears of sadness towards the distant shores
When the flame has died forever we stand one and all
With the power of the almighty sword!

We fight the battle on the fields tonight
To save us from the master of all evil sign
And to the battle on forever standing strong
We feel the fire power of the night warriors

No more tomorrow - Dying of sorrow
Over the mountains and up through the trees
Traveling across seven seas

No more hope as we hold our hands to the sky
No more dreams as the rivers run dry

On the endless seas of madness we sail forever more
And the endless tears of sadness towards the distant shores
When the flame has died forever we stand one and all
With the power of the almighty sword!

We fight the battle on the fields tonight
To save us from the master of all evil sign
And to the battle on forever standing strong
We feel the fire power of the night warriors

On the endless seas of madness we sail forever more
And the endless tears of sadness towards the distant shores
When the flame has died forever we stand one and all
With the power of the almighty sword!

We fight the battle on the fields tonight
To save us from the master of all evil sign
And to the battle on forever standing strong
We feel the fire power of the night warriors

And to the battle on
Forever standing strong
We feel the fire
Power of the night warriors

The power of the night warriors...
 
The Doors-The End

The End

This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend
The end of our elaborate plans
The end of everything that stands
The end

No safety or surprise
The end
I'll never look into your eyes again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need of some stranger's hand
In a desperate land

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway West, baby

Ride the snake
Ride the snake
To the lake
To the lake

The ancient lake, baby
The snake is long
Seven miles
Ride the snake

He's old
And his skin is cold
The West is the best
The West is the best
Get here and we'll do the rest

The blue bus is calling us
The blue bus is calling us
Driver, where are you taking us?

The killer awoke before dawn
He put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall

He went into the room where his sister lived
And then he paid a visit to his brother
And then he walked on down the hall
And he came to a door
And he looked inside
Father
Yes son?
I want to kill you
Mother, I want to. . .

C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus

This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend
The end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me

The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end
 
To France
by Mike Oldfield

Taking on water,
Sailing a restless sea
From a memory,
A fantasy.
The wind carries
Into white water,
Far from the islands.
Don't you know you're
Never going to get to France.
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?
Never going to get to France.
Could a new romance ever bind you?
Walking on foreign ground,
Like a shadow,
Roaming in far off
Territory.
Over your shoulder,
Stories unfold, you're
Searching for sanctuary.
You know you're
Never going to get to France...
I see a picture
By the lamp's flicker.
Isn't it strange how
Dreams fade and shimmer?
Never going to get to France...
I see a picture
By the lamp's flicker.
Isn't it strange how
Dreams fade and shimmer?
Never going to get to France...
Never going to get to France.
Never going to...
Never going to get to France.
Never going to...
Never going to get to France.
Never going to...


The Metallers here might like the Blind Guardian version.
 
Down in the tube station at midnight.
by The Jam.

The distant echo -
of faraway voices boarding faraway trains
To take them home to
the ones that they love and who love them forever
The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's paper
Mr. Jones got run down
Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow
Madmen on the rampage
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I fumble for change - and pull out the Queen
Smiling, beguiling
I put in the money and pull out a plum
Behind me
Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices
Hating, waiting
"Hey boy" they shout - "have you got any money?"
And I said - "I've a little money and a take away curry,
I'm on my way home to my wife.
She'll be lining up the cutlery,
You know she's expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork"
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight

I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath
They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
The smell of brown leather
It blended in with the weather
It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
It blocked all my senses
Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I said I was down in the tube station at midnight

The last thing that I saw
As I lay there on the floor
Was "Jesus Saves" painted by an atheist nutter
And a British Rail poster read "Have an Awayday - a cheap holiday -
Do it today!"
I glanced back on my life
And thought about my wife
'Cause they took the keys - and she'll think it's me
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
 
Just for the hell of it.. :D
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Dörr Terror

by KSMB

När du ligger bakfull och vill sova
får du besök utav sekten jehova
Lägg en hundring i kollekten
och du blir hedersgäst i sekten

Men ere nån dörrterror (halleluja, ha-halleluja)
Men ere nån dörrterror (halleluja, ha-halleluja)
ja ere nån dörrterror då?

Feta damer med fläskiga ben
gapar och skriker i Frälsnings armen
på guds bekostnad lever orkestern men
det är du som betalar för festen och

Men ere nån dörrterror (halleluja, ha-halleluja)
Men ere nån dörrterror (halleluja, ha-halleluja)
ja ere nån dörrterror då?

narkomaniserade barfotasvin
vill banka på hare-krishnas tamburin
flata snubbar med rakat hår
sitter och skriker och bankar och slår

Men ere nån dörrterror (halleluja, ha-halleluja)
Men ere nån dörrterror (halleluja, ha-halleluja)
ja ere nån dörrterror då?
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Dieu est un fumeur de havane (God is a smoker of havanes (cigars)). A famous song written in 1980 by Serge Gainsbourg for a duo with Catherine Deneuve (for those who know them). I typed the french text first then a "very bad" translation in english, sorry for that.

Fumeur de havane

Dieu est un fumeur de havanes
Je vois ses nuages gris
Je sais qu'il fume même la nuit
Comme moi ma chérie

Tu n'es qu'un fumeur de gitanes
Je vois tes volutes bleues
Me faire parfois venir les larmes aux yeux
Tu es mon maître après Dieu

Dieu est un fumeur de havanes
C'est lui-même qui m'a dit
Que la fumée envoie au paradis
Je le sais ma chérie

Tu n'es qu'un fumeur de gitanes
Sans elles tu es malheureux
Au clair de ma lune, ouvre les yeux
Pour l'amour de Dieu

Dieu est un fumeur de havanes
Tout près de toi, loin de lui
J'aimerais te garder toute ma vie
Comprends-moi ma chérie

Tu n'es qu'un fumeur de gitanes
Et la dernière je veux
La voir briller au fond de mes yeux
Aime-moi nom de Dieu

Dieu est un fumeur de havanes
Tout près de toi, loin de lui
J'aimerais te garder toute ma vie
Comprends-moi ma chérie

Tu n'es qu'un fumeur de gitanes
Et la dernière je veux
La voir briller au fond de mes yeux
Aime-moi nom de Dieu


Smoker of Havana (cigars)

God is a smoker of havanes
I see his gray clouds
I know he smokes even during the night
As me darling

You are only a smoker of gitanes
I see your blue volutes sometimes
making Me come the tears in the eyes
You are my Master after God

God is a smoker of havanes
It is himself which said to me
That smoke sends to the paradise
I know it darling

You are only a smoker of gitanes
Without them you are unhappy
With the light of my moon, opens the eyes
For the love of God

God is a smoker of havanes
Closer to you, far from him
I would love you
be only one smoker of gitanes

You are only a smoker of gitanes
And the last I want to see
It shining deep in my eyes
Love me God damn it (for god’s name)

God is a smoker of havanes
Closer to you, far from him
I would like to keep you all my life
Understand me darling

You are only a smoker of gitanes
And the last I want to see
It shining deep in my eyes
Love me God damn it
 
Beasely Street.
by John Cooper Clarke.

Far from the crazy pavements
...the taste of silver spoons
A clinical arrangement
...on a dirty afternoon
Where the faecal germs of Mr Freud
...are rendered obsolete
The legal term is null and void
in the case of ... Beasley street

In the cheap seats where murder breeds
somebody is out of breath
Sleep is a luxury they don't need
... a sneak preview of death
Belladonna is your flower
Manslaughter is your meat
Spend a year in a couple of hours
on the edge of Beasley street

Where the action isn't
That's where it is
State your position
Vacancies exist
In an X-certificate exercise
Ex-servicemen excrete
Keith Joseph smiles and a baby dies
in a box on Beasley street

From the boarding houses and bedsits full of
...accidents and fleas
Somebody gets it
Where the missing persons freeze
wearing dead men's overcoats
You can't see their feet
A Riff joint shuts - opens up
right down on Beasley street

Cars collide, colours clash
Disaster movie stuff
For the man with the Fu Manchu moustache
revenge is not enough
There's a dead cannery on a swivel seat
there's a rainbow on the road
Meanwhile on Beasley Street
silence is the code

Hot beneath the collar
...an inspector call
Where the perishing stink of squalor
...impregnates the walls
The rats have all got rickets
They spit through broken teeth
The name of the game is not cricket
Caught out on ...Beasley Street

The hipster and his hired hat
drive a borrowed car
yellow socks and a pink cravat
nothing la-di-dah
O-A-P
Mother-to-be
Watch the three-piece suite
When ****stopper drains
and crocodile skis
are seen on ...Beasley Street

The kingdom of the blind
...a one-eyed man is king
Beauty problems are redefined
...The doorbells do not ring
A light bulb bursts like a blister
the only form of heat
Where a fellow sells his sister
...down the river on Beasley Street

The boys are on the wagon
The girls are on the shelf
Their commom problem is
...that they're not someone else
The dirt blows out
The dust blows in
You can't keep it neat
It's a fully furnished dustbin
...sixteen Beasley Street

Vince the ageing savage
Betrays no kind of life
...but the smell of yesterday's cabbage
and the ghost of last year's wife
Through a constant haze
of deodorant sprays
He says ...retreat
Alsatians dog the dirty days
Down the middle of Beasley street

People turn to poison
Quick as lager turns to piss
Sweethearts are physically sick
Every time they kiss
It's a sociologist's paradise
Each day repeats
Uneasy, cheesy, greasy, queasy
...beastly, Beasley Street

Eyes dead as vicious fish
Look around for laughs
If I could have just one wish
I would be a photograph
On a permanent monday morning
Get lost or fall asleep
When the yellow cats are yawning
Around the back of Beasley Street
 
This is "La Guerre de 14-18" by Georges Brassens. Flanders and Swann did a cover of this in a clever English translation, which follows.


Depuis que l'homme écrit l'Histoire
Depuis qu'il bataille à cœur joie
Entre mille et une guerr' notoires
Si j'étais t'nu de faire un choix
A l'encontre du vieil Homère
Je déclarerais tout de suite:
"Moi, mon colon, cell' que j'préfère,
C'est la guerr' de quatorz'-dix-huit!"

Est-ce à dire que je méprise
Les nobles guerres de jadis
Que je m'soucie comm' d'un'cerise
De celle de soixante-dix?
Au contrair', je la révère
Et lui donne un satisfecit
Mais, mon colon, celle que j'préfère
C'est la guerr' de quatorz'-dix-huit

Je sais que les guerriers de Sparte
Plantaient pas leurs epées dans l'eau
Que les grognards de Bonaparte
Tiraient pas leur poudre aux moineaux
Leurs faits d'armes sont légendaires
Au garde-à-vous, je les félicite
Mais, mon colon, celle que j'préfère
C'est la guerr' de quatorz'-dix-huit

Bien sûr, celle de l'an quarante
Ne m'as pas tout à fait déçu
Elle fut longue et massacrante
Et je ne crache pas dessus
Mais à mon sens, elle ne vaut guère
Guèr' plus qu'un premier accessit
Moi, mon colon, celle que j' préfère
C'est la guerr' de quatorz'-dix-huit

Mon but n'est pas de chercher noise
Au guérillas, non, fichtre, non
Guerres saintes, guerres sournoises
Qui n'osent pas dire leur nom,
Chacune a quelque chos' pour plaire
Chacune a son petit mérite
Mais, mon colon, celle que j'préfère
C'est la guerr' de quatorz'-dix-huit

Du fond de son sac à malices
Mars va sans doute, à l'occasion,
En sortir une, un vrai délice
Qui me fera grosse impression
En attendant je persévère
A dir' que ma guerr' favorite
Cell', mon colon, que j'voudrais faire
C'est la guerr' de quatorz'-dix-huit



War has had its apologians,
Ever since history began,
From the times of the Greeks and Trojans, when they sang of arms and the man,
But if you asked me to name the best, Sir,
I'd tell you the one I mean,
Head and shoulders above the rest, Sir, was the War of 14-18,
Head and shoulders above the rest, Sir, stands the War of 14-18.

There were the wars against all those Louis,
There were Caesar's wars in Gaul,
The was Britain's war in Suez, which wasn't a war at all,
There was the war of the Spanish succession,
Many other wars in between,
But they none of them made an impression like the war of 14-18,
They didn't make the same inpression as the war of 14-18.

The war of American independence,
That was enjoyable, by and large,
Watching England's free descendants busy defeating German garge,
But the Boer war was a poor war, And I'm still inclined to lean,
Though Sir, it possibly isn't your war like the war of 14-18,
Though, it probably isn't your war, Sir, the war of 14-18.

There are certainly plenty of wars to choose from, you pick whichever one you please,
Like the one we've had all the news from liberating the Vietnamese,
Or those wars for God and country, be it Korean or Philippine,
Sir, if you'll pardon my affrontry, give me the war of 14-18,
If you'll pardon my affrontry, Sir, the war of 14-18,

Every war has its own attraction from total war to border raid,
Call it rebellion, police action,
War of containment or crusade,
I don't underrate the late war we see so often on the screen,
But that wasn't the really great war like the war of 14-18,
No, the late war wasn't the great war like the war of 14-18.

No doubt Mars, among his chattels, has got some really splendid war,
Full of bigger and bloodier battles than we've ever seen before,
But until that time comes, Sir, when that greater war comes on the scene,
The one that I on the whole prefer, Sir, is the war of 14-18,
Yes, the one that I still prefer, Sir, is the war of 14-18.
 
"We Didn't Start the Fire" by Billy Joel:

Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio

Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television
North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe

Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
Brando, "The King and I" and "The Catcher in the Rye"

Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye

CHORUS
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser aand Prokofiev
Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc

Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, dacron
Dien Bien Phu falls, "Rock Around the Clock"

Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team
Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland

Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Krushchev
Princess Grace, "Peyton Place", trouble in the Suez

CHORUS

Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac
Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, "Bridge on the River Kwai"

Lebanon, Charlse de Gaulle, California baseball
Starkweather, homicide, children of thalidomide

Buddy Holly, "Ben Hur", space monkey, Mafia
Hula hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go

U-2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy
Chubby Checker, "Psycho", Belgians in the Congo

CHORUS

Hemingway, Eichmann, "Stranger in a Strange Land"
Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion

"Lawrence of Arabia", British Beatlemania
Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson

Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex
JFK, blown away, what else do I have to say

CHORUS

Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again
Moonshot, Woodsto, Watergate, punk rock
Begin, Reagan, Palestine, terror on the airline
Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan

"Wheel of Fortune", Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide
Foreign debts, homeless vets, AIDS, crack, Bernie Goetz
Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law
Rock and roller cola wars, I can't take it anymore

CHORUS

We didn't start the fire
But when we are gone
Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on...
 
I can't leave the defense of the beautiful Swedish language to the likes of Wicked Smurf, can I? So let me present this example of Swedish culture at is very best:

Jag Mår Illa
by Magnus Uggla

Ja sitter efter maten och läser bland citaten,
i rader utav skvallermagasin.
Där vimlar vokalister, skådisar, artister
som älskar visa upp sitt fula flin.
Samma snitt har de som snyltar på varje premiär.
För är det fritt, då kan du ge dig fan på att dom är där.

Likväl klagas det på maten, va snålt det är på faten,
och hur fan kan man bjuda på Alger?
Är sen showen väldigt dålig, för skrikig och för prålig,
gläds dom samma dag som den läggs ner.

Det snackas brett, om vem som vänstrar,
vem är gay och vem är skild?
Säg omelett och dom gör allt för att få komma med på bild.

Illa, jag mår illa, när fröken Christer snubblar till och råkar spilla,
så att fru Binderfeldt får sås på kragen, över magen.
Usch vad jag mår illa, då jag ser Alice laga råbiff med Camilla.
När jag ser Bruno, Malou och Casimir, då går min gräns för vad pallar,
då slänger jag Svensk damtidning och spyr.

De bästa exemplaren är när kärleksparen,
ska visa dyra villan med dess rum.
Ja, hela allmännheten, ska dela härligheten,
när paret lagar mat och badar skum.
Efter en tid, då har familjelyckan plötsligt ebbat ut.
Hon blir gravid, och via pressen tigger pengar och gör slut.

Illa, jag mår illa, när Emilio står och kysser sin Pernilla.
När jag ser en sniken Ann Uvhagen, skriker magen,
usch vad jag mår illa, när Björn och Jannike ska bråka om den lilla,
Och när sen Seilitz med lammkött på fest vinglar in,
då går min gräns för vad jag pallar med,
nej då vänder sig min magen ut och in.

Den värsta skandalen är schlagerfinalen,
där menlösa fån visas upp vartenda år, med sina nyvunna flammor,
presskåta mammor, som inför fotgrafer, står och ger autografer.

Illa, jag mår illa, då två finska systrar inte kan stå stilla.
När jag ser Orup upp i Mercan fria, till Sofia, mår jag riktigt illa,
jag mår illa, när Lotta Engberg stå i raffset vid sin villa,
och om jag ser Körberg överlägset jäsa, med pudrad näsa,
mår jag riktigt illa, jag mår illa, när Arja Sarja visar upp sin franska frilla,
och när sen Henning Penning gör schlagerdebut,
då går min gräns för vad jag pallar me då lägger jag en pizza och går ut. ​
 
Yeah TLC, that one's a real classic. The very epitome of Swedish musical history, right up there with C M Bellman. :p
 
Deathe By The Blade

By STORMWARRIOR

Axe and sworde in my handes
Deceivers invaded these landes
A charge, their false heartes to kill
The calle of the gods to fulfill

Fighte the holy evil, prevente their returne
Bloode on the crosses, churches shall burne
Stronge our will, fearless we are
The ravens our guidance, the hammer our hearte

Warrior
Spill their holy bloode
Deathe by the blade
The wrathe of the gods shall returne

Wytches were burn'd at the stake
Heathens were murdered and raped
Suppressed, our forefather's faithe
Wisdom and cults were erased

Warrior
Spill their holy bloode
Deathe by the blade
The wrathe of the gods shall returne

Fighte for our gods, prepare their returne
Bloode on the crosses, churches shall burne
Proude our hordes, fearless we are
Vengeance our duty, barbaric our heartes

Warrior
Revenge shall be thy fate
Deathe by the blade
The returne of the glorious age
 
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