⁣Lyrics:
ПРИПЕВ:
Тръмп-та-ка-та-ка,Тръмп-та-ка-та
К'ва стана тя, к'ва стана тя?
Няма вече сделка зеленска,
Лет'с мейк Америка възрожденска!
Тръмп-та-ка-та-ка,Тръмп-та-ка-та
К'ва стана тя, к'ва стана тя?
Няма Байдън, няма и Майдан.
Няма файда вече от прайда.


1 ⁣КУПЛЕТ:
Еднорози, аз съм този
дето каза ви, че пътят ви не е цветя и рози.
Трудно се кара народа на
празна тепсия да мрази Русия!
Ок, наречете ме копейка,
ако щете даже и куха лейка,
но няма да влезна във окопа
щото на Европа дъската и хлопа.
Толко ни надупиха мръсниците,
че посягат даже на Мариците.
И как да кажеш спасибо
На някой дето иска да те шиба?
Знам че е важно да има келепир,
По-важно е обаче да има Мир!
Имам интерес към войната мижав,
Точно като президента рижав.



⁣ПРИПЕВ:
Тръмп-та-ка-та-ка,Тръмп-та-ка-та
К'ва стана тя, к'ва стана тя?
Няма вече сделка зеленска,
Лет'с мейк Америка възрожденска!
Тръмп-та-ка-та-ка,Тръмп-та-ка-та
К'ва стана тя, к'ва стана тя?
Няма Байдън, няма и Майдан.
Няма файда вече от прайда.



2 ⁣КУПЛЕТ:
Лъга ме, лъга те, лъга ни, лъга ви, ЛГБТВ.
Водещи прости, едни и същи гости,
Социолози в наведени пози.
Киряк Стефчо не иска левче.
Иска евро и да бъде шефче.
Нищо, че му личи, че е кръгла нула
Зор му е, да се снима с Урсула.
Това, Народе, са новите еничари
Дето се кълнат колко те обичали.
Майката ни обладаха и от ембриона
Не Антигона, роди се Еврозона.
А надежди за нас няма никви
Щом решават прасета и тикви.
И се редуват кой да ни клеца
Докато.....дойде летеца.



⁣ПРИПЕВ:
Тръмп-та-ка-та-ка,Тръмп-та-ка-та
К'ва стана тя, к'ва стана тя?
Няма вече сделка зеленска,
Лет'с мейк Америка възрожденска!
Тръмп-та-ка-та-ка,Тръмп-та-ка-та
К'ва стана тя, к'ва стана тя?
Няма Байдън, няма и Майдан.
Няма файда вече от прайда.

LYRICS:

Let’s raise this chalice ov shattered hopes
Full ov ill-starred, poisoned wine
Let’s raise a grail and drink to him To Lucifer!
His light sublime

If I am god
Everyone is
If I am not
None exists!

Let’s drink for the tears he’s shed
He who wears not an angel’s shame
Let’s raise a grail and drink to him
To freedom's father!
The lamb's disdain

If I am god
Everyone is
If I am not
None exists!

Let’s toast he ov the impaling horns
Who bears the naked truth ov stars
An umbra free ov mortal coil
To Baphomet!
King ov Antioch!

Let’s drink to him, the morning sun
Beyond providence, beholden to none!

Lord ov Tophet,
Lord ov Gehinnom,
To Lucifer!
Whence aurora shone!

If I am god
Everyone is
If I am not
None exists!

CREDITS:

Director: Dariusz Szermanowicz @sherman13
Co-Director: Agatha Alexander
DOP: Jakub Stypuła
Editor: Agatha Alexander
Production manager: Rafał Szermanowicz
Gaffer: Waldemar Kmieć, Michał Haśko, Albert Białek
1st AC: Radek Łaganowski
MovieBird grip: Paweł Fronczek „AlexFilms”
Stage manager: Maciej „Śruba” Cygal
Set service: Dr. Schultz - Rafał Turzański,
Art department: Michal Mrówczyński
Makeup artist: Klaudia Majcher
Costume supervisor: Ola Drożdżyńska
PA equipment: Andrzej Pindelski
Stage lights: NH Projekt
Light designer: Robert Skolmowski
Casting: MKM Studio Grzegorz “Mexyk” Dąbrowski
Snake wrangler: Brodate Gady
Production company: www.g13.film

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2.02.2017

⁣https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZClhbt7nOfo

⁣Camila Sodi

⁣Ana Cernicova & Amelia Uzun
😍😍😍

⁣Production Supervisor: Danny Gomez
Assistant Director: Francesca Bravos
Director of Photography: Adam Evans
Gaffer: Lawrence Le
Key Grip: Aram Martirosyan
Electrician: Nick Lombardo
Grip: Cole Baglia
1st Camera Assistant: Eduardo Capriles
2nd Camera Assistant: Eric Waldron
Playback: Ryan Canestro
Production Designer: Robert Fox
Props: Ben Minty
Props: Geoff Turney
Wardrobe Stylist: Mark Holmes
Asst. Stylist: Meesh Daranyi
Asst. Stylist: Sasha Nuhn-Bensifi
Hair/Make Up: Denika Bedrossian
Groomer: Dusty Starks
Groomer: Emily Zempel
Production Asst.: Alexis Espadas
Production Asst.: William Jacobus
Production Asst.: Emma Williams

⁣t.A.T.u. - Зачем я

⁣t.A.T.u. - Nas Ne Dagoniat (New Version 2014)

"Ya Soshla S Uma" - literally "I have lost my mind" - the very first single of t.A.T.u. (which was called "Tatu" back then)

Bathory Official Channel
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artis....t/6rBvjnvdsRxFRSrq1S

⁣⁣Lyrics:
Eat my flesh
Drink my blood
I am the shit ov god
If you are the sun, I am Vantablack
You’re the light ov the world, I thrive in the dark
You brighten the north, I rage down south
This heretic’s homily I offer thee now
I for ingrate
E to eradicate
S for the scorn
U for useless
S for the shame
J for joyless
H to humiliate
S for thy son unloved
We are the shit ov god
If you are prey then I am the beast

You wave a white flag, I accept no defeat

They say you’re almighty, an Illusion I quell

You serve up in Eden, I reign in hell
I for ingrate

E like eradicate

S for the scorn

U for useless

S for the shame

J for joyless

H to humiliate

S for thy son unloved

We are the shit ov god
If you are purity, I am born ov filth

You’re exalted in faith, I am driven by will

If you are the rock, I am crushing tide

This sermon I wake from coma unto the light
Eat my flesh,

Drink my blood

I am the shit ov god

I for ingrate

E like eradicate

S for the scorn

U for useless

S for the shame

J for joyless

H to humiliate

S for thy son unloved

We are the shit ov god

⁣Behemoth - O Father O Satan O Sun!

⁣Setlist:


0:23​ The Ecstasy of Gold (Ennie Morricone Song)

2:12​ Creeping Death

8:36​ Harvester of Sorrow

14:52​ Orion

24:28​ Nothing Else Matters

33:32​ Sad But True

40:00​ Battery

46:45​ Fuel

52:05​ Seek & Destroy

59:50​ Master of Puppets

1:17:10​ The Ecstasy of Gold (Ennie Morricone Song)

1:18:57​ Whiplash

1:23:08​ For Whom The Bell Tolls

1:27:50​ Ride The Lightning

1:35:27​ Welcome Home (Sanitarium)

1:42:30​ Wherever I May Roam

1:49:40​ The Unforgiven

1:57:45​ Fight Fire With Fire

2:03:40​ Moth Into Flame

2:10:20​ One

2:19:02​ Enter Sandman

Μουσική & Στίχοι: Σταμάτης Γονίδης
Σκηνοθεσία/μοντάζ: Γιώργος Γκάβαλος
Lyrics
Αν δεν ήσουν εσύ πού θα ήμουν εγώ
Η ζωή μου μισή θα 'ταν από καιρό
Αν δεν ήσουν εσύ δεν θα ήμουν εδώ
Θα ‘μουν κάπου αλλού μ' ένα λάθοσ να ζω

Αν δεν ήσουν εσύ να με κάνεισ να νιώσω
Τι θα πει να αγαπάσ και να νοιάζεσαι τόσο
Αν δεν ήσουν εσύ να πιστέψω σε σένα
Όλη μου η ζωή θα ‘ταν μόνο ψέμα
Αν δεν ήσουν εσύ

Αν δεν ήσουν εσύ δεν θα ήξερα πώσ
Ποιοσ σ' αυτή τη ζωή θα μου έδινε φωσ
Αν δεν ήσουν εσύ τώρα θα ‘μουν αλλιώσ
Με καρδιά που μισεί κι απ' αγάπη κενόσ

Αν δεν ήσουν εσύ να με κάνεισ να νιώσω
Τι θα πει να αγαπάσ και να νοιάζεσαι τόσο
Αν δεν ήσουν εσύ να πιστέψω σε σένα
Όλη μου η ζωή θα ‘ταν μόνο ψέμα
Αν δεν ήσουν εσύ

Metallica live in Moscow, Russia on September 28, 1991.
⁣0:00:00​ Enter Sandman

0:05:23​ Creeping Death

0:13:20​ Harvester Of Sorrow

0:19:33​ Fade To Black

0:26:58​ Sad But True

0:33:10​ Master Of Puppets

0:37:11​ Seek And Destroy

0:45:03​ For Whom The Bell Tolls

0:51:00​ One

0:59:14​ Whiplash

1:04:15​ Last Caress / Am I Evil?

1:11:41​ Battery

Official Video for "Memento Mori" by Lamb of GodDirector: Tom Flynn & Mike Watts Producer: Jay Tavernese Production Co: VuDu Studios Inc.

1- ⁣Refuse⁄Resist
2 - ⁣Inner Self
3 - ⁣Orgasmatron
4 - ⁣Roots Bloody Roots
5 - ⁣Dead Embryonic Cells
6 - ⁣Territory
7 - ⁣Arise
8 - ⁣Ratamahatta

⁣Santa (Sohn des Teufels)


Die tausend Jahre sind verstrichen,

Das Urteil endet, der Pakt zerbrochen.

Santa, der Dämon, frei von der Last,

Bringt keine Freude mehr, das hat er gehasst.
Er schleicht sich in’s Haus, tief in der Nacht,

Kein Lächeln, nur Hass, und böse Zwietracht

Mit durstigen Lippen, trinkt er dein Bier,

Der teuflische Santa, er ist jetzt hier.
Santa! Sohn des Teufels, das Böse erwacht,

Ein Dämon in Rot, regiert die Nacht.

Die Engel verloren, das Spiel is vorbei,

Jetzt quält er die Menschen, jetzt ist er Frei.
Er kippt die Flaschen, die Chips sind schon weg,

Dein Geldbeutel leer, ein finsterer Schreck.

Er lacht laut und böse, ein Schatten so kalt,

versprüht seinen Hass, in Dämonen-Gestalt.
Er stapft zum Klo, hinterlässt seine Spur,

Spült nichts runter – Verabscheuung pur.

Der finstere Santa, sein Blut kocht heiß,

Die Menschheit zittert, jetzt zahlt sie den Preis.
Santa! Sohn des Teufels, das Böse erwacht,

Ein Dämon in Rot, regiert die Nacht.

Die Engel verloren, das Spiel is vorbei,

Jetzt quält er die Menschen, jetzt ist er Frei.
Vor tausend Jahren spielte er mit.

Ein Poker-Spiel mit einem Engelsgesicht.

Verlor die Wette, brachte Geschenke,

Doch tief in ihm nur das Böse ihn lenkte.

Nun ist er frei, die Maske fällt,

Der Sohn des Teufels kehrt zurück in die Welt.
Mit teuflischem Blick, verbrennt er den Baum,

Hinterlässt das Chaos, zerstört deinen Traum.

Geschenke? Nein, nur Spott und Hohn,

Der böse Santa auf schändlicher Mission
Das Haus im Dreck, der Kühlschrank leer,

Ein höllischer Gast, will nur immer mehr.

Schließt die Tür, verschwindet in Rauch

Lässt Chaos zurück, sein höllischer Brauch.

Santa! Sohn des Teufels, das Böse erwacht,

Ein Dämon in Rot, regiert die Nacht.

Die Engel verloren, das Spiel is vorbei,

Jetzt quält er die Menschen, jetzt ist er Frei.

Santa! Sohn des Teufels, das Böse erwacht,

Ein Dämon in Rot, regiert die Nacht.

Die Engel verloren, das Spiel is vorbei,

Jetzt quält er die Menschen, jetzt ist er Frei.
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Produziert von Denni Rauch mit SUNO.AI

Text: Denni Rauch

DigitalDistortionsSanta Claus and his little elf gnomes have fallen behind this year, so it's time to hurry up. What better way to wake up Santa than with some heavy metal!

⁣Lyrics:
It's time! It's time! Hurry, we're late!

Come on, old grump! Your work awaits!

People are restless, the crowd's on edge,

Get up and get moving, we’ve made a pledge!
We are the builders, the architects,

We forge, we craft, that's our quest!

A dash of glue here, a few nails to spare,

The engine is roaring, let the magic flare!



The old man is aging!

But fear not, he’s here!

A touch slower, but behold that beard,

A mighty warrior, with nothing to fear!
A 50-meter racing track, that's a blast!

An oversized playhouse, built to last!

The latest gadgets, let’s dive in!

Merry Christmas, my friends! Let the chaos begin!
We're the makers, the nuts of the shop,

In our secret den, we cut! We chop!

The clank of the tools, the wheels align,

Christmas is coming and it's building time!
Look at him soar, he's ready to brawl,

What won't he do to cheer us all?

He sweeps through the shadows, his mission is clear,

A fearless warrior, spreading holiday cheer!
A giant dancing robot, yes indeed!

A 3D chocolate printer, fulfilling our need!

A toaster that takes your picture, it’s quite the win!

Merry Christmas, my friends! Let the chaos begin!
An automatic marshmallow roaster, what a treat!

Clothes that don’t quite fit, they’re so neat!

A watch that reveals all but the time, what a delight!

Merry Christmas, my friends! Let the chaos ignite the night!