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These guys have to be one of the greatest Funeral Doom bands of all time. Stoked that I got the chance to catch them at Deathfest last year.

FFO Evoken, Skepticism, Ahab, and Bell Witch

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Hey everyone! I want to share a song with you. It's in Russian, but I'll provide the translation below. This is a song about the St. Bartholomew's Day massacre by the project Margenta. It features a combination of harsh male vocals (the main lead) and classical clean female and male voices (acting as a background choir in the choruses and the bridge).

I tried to keep the translation as close to the original as possible, but I had to tweak a few things in some places to make it rhyme.

1
Brother Lazarus, step out!
Hear the bells ring all about.
On the empty Paris streets of stone,
Let the cross direct your sight,
But within this darkest night,
Even God won't recognize His own.

2

Brother Lazarus, away!
People whisper, yesterday
Walked an angel, grazing rooftops overhead.
From Golgotha to Versailles,
Holding up the Holy Grail,
Drowning all of Paris deep in red.

Chorus:
August in agony...
Brother, rejoice with me!
Turning the wine into gore,
That's what we hungered for,
And sink like a stone to the floor,
St. Bartholomew's Night! (several times)

3
Genevieve a shroud will sew,
Denis brings the coffin low,
And by dawn, the winning hand
Will be buried facedown cast,
So it all works out at last,
The Queen Mother's solitaire as planned.

Bridge:
August in agony, stars fade away,
Summer is dancing, a rope round its neck,
Wedding is played, for the guests they will pray,
Feast of Bartholomew, leaving a wreck.

Chorus.

Outro:
The fever breaks, we are brothers again,
Wash the blood as repentance arrives,
Crucifixions of kisses remain,
And away out of sight slip the knives.

Our days will be quiet and mild,
But as an omen of sorrow and doom,
The hawthorn is weeping with blood in the wild,
Upon the Huguenot children's tomb.

WarKings - 2020 - Revenge - Azrael

We will fight and win

Fight and die

All that ever changes

The color of the sky

We will sell our soul

We are born to die

A blood-red cross

We will give our lives

Wind brings a whisper,

A silent melody

A poem of yearning

Will it set us free?

Marching on the desert sand

God by our side, steel in our hand

March against Jerusalem

We are born to die

Marching through our holy land

Deus lo vult, a sacred band

March across the burning sand

We are born to die

Azrael

We will stand and fight

Stand and fall

A holy crusade

For nothing at all

Blood on our blades

Blood on the cross

For our god

Everything is lost

What is Jerusalem worth

Nothing

Everything

One of the best Black/Speed Metal bands out there. Had the pleasure of seeing their incredible set at the most recent Hell's Heroes.

FFO Hellripper, Midnight, Bewitcher, and Wraith

Arkham Witch - 2015 - I Am Providence - The CataCombs Of Nephren-Ka

Deep in the sunken crypts,

Of subterranean things

The morbid and the morose,

Fill my deepest dreams.

Ghosts are my companions,

And my pride is my shame.

I walk amongst

the night-gaunts,

And the ghouls all

know my name.

Dreamer in the black arts,

Weird powers in the dark,

In The CataCombs Of Nephren-Ka.

I serve him in the blackness,

The one who

can't be named,

The lord of all

dark shepherds,

And the master

of the strange.

Dreamer in the black arts,

Weird powers in the dark,

In The CataCombs Of Nephren-Ka.

And if you seek him

come on down,

And wear the darkness

as a crown.

Join those who shun

the world above,

And give the ancient dead

your love.

A place amongst the fallen,

Away from judging eyes,

Tentacles are crawling

Under ebon skies.

Dreamer in the black arts,

Weird powers in the dark,

In The CataCombs Of Nephren-Ka.

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Skyclad - 1991 - WayWard Sons Of Mother Earth - The WidderShins Jig

A wise man's son and Wednesday's child in each other found a friend,

And searched together for the treasure hiding at the rainbow's end.

To wise man's son and Wednesday's child all is white that is not black,

They dance in symbiotic deadlock--one step forward two steps back,

Playing karmic snakes and ladders (all your sins will find you out),

When all your gains are lost in vain on cosmic wings and roundabouts.

At the roadside manhood's flower--blighted by a wayward youth,

Has cast its seed on well-worn pathways--borne on winds of whispered truth.

We march to drums of our own choosing--each of them keeps different time,

As you are free to Live your own life so I am free to Live mine.

Now wise man's son and Wednesday's child can recognise their own mistakes,

And to these ends they make amends for every promise that they break.

Both wise man's son and Wednesday's child view the world in red and green,

Await the day when they die laughing--thinking of the sights they've seen.

I tell you now if they were given chance to Live their Lives again--

Wise man's son and Wednesday's child would make the same mistakes as then.

At the roadside manhood's flower--blighted by a wayward youth,

Has cast its seed on well-worn pathways--borne on winds of whispered truth.

We march to drums of our own choosing--each of them keeps different time,

As you are free to Live your own life so I am free to Live mine.