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Just some of my favorite black metal bands.

Dreams Blacker than Death: Black Metal playlist_part2

La unica que tengo - Part 1

black metal

Carpathian Forest

Black Shining Leather

The Northern Hemisphere  

Third Attempt   

Morbid Fascination Of Death

Through Self-Mutilation

Lunar Nights 

On W.A.S.P.'s sophomore effort, 1985's The Last Command, the band hired Quiet Riot producer Spencer Proffer to man the boards, resulting in a slightly more accessible sound than their rugged self-titled debut. Although the album wasn't the massive commercial breakthrough the band had hoped for, it resulted in their second gold-certified release in a row as they became one of the more popular metal bands of the mid-'80s (touring heavily with the likes of Kiss, Black Sabbath, and Iron Maiden). Blackie Lawless' lyrics still relied heavily on sexual fantasies ("Sex Drive"), as well as tales of revenge ("Ballcrusher," "Jack Action"), and children of the street ("Running Wild in the Streets"). The album's two singles/videos proved popular on MTV's heavy metal-oriented shows -- the party-hearty "Blind in Texas" and "Wild Child," the latter a tale of a Harley-riding free spirit. [The 1998 CD reissue nearly doubled the original album's length, featuring a cover of Mountain's early-'70s hit "Mississippi Queen," the original B-side "Savage," and five live tracks recorded at England's Lyceum in October of 1984: "On Your Knees," "Hellion," "L.O.V.E. Machine," "Animal," and "I Wanna Be Somebody." - Review by Greg Prato

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The Best of the Best

Wild Child

W.A.S.P. - Wild Child (from The Last Command)

Journey Through The Cold Moors Of Svarttjern

Carpathian Forest - The Last Sigh Of Nostalgia

Cold Waves of Silence

Black Metal inspired instrumental music for the dead. 

The Way Of Life And Death

Lyrics: 
In North East Asia,
My power grows,
Grim tide flows over, 
My gates of woe. 

I set my aim, 
For world domination, 
With the power of a,
Wicked throne. 

Infectious nation, 
Controlled by one,
Addicted to crystals, 
Chemical Indoctrination. 

Rotten stench brews, 
From a sea of despair, 
Tragedy grips my lungs, 
A curse of gravity.  

Sadistic mind, heir by blood, 
Juche way, serve or die. 
Self reliant, i built this realm, 
Juche way, serve or die. 

Black dawn, time has come, 
To make our final run, 
Crude oil, guns and food, 
We'll show the world, we've got something to prove.

Atomic Strike, Missile flight,
I am the father of your demise. 
Wire, mines, artillery strikes, 
I will build this nation's might. 

Sour luck, 
Planet earth, 
You must know now,
You belong to me. 
Atomic labs, 
Dissident camps,
4th largest military,
Ill shake this fucking rock. 

Walk the halls, 
To find myself,
In my own,
self made hell,
Raised a kingdom,
Built a cell,
I know there's one way out.

Dear Leader Plague

Lyrics:
Lost at sea,
What's happened to me, 
Taken my love,
Lost for eternity.

Tide has changed, 
No longer do I feel, 
A way I once was 
Scared of reality

I find myself, 
In an infinite gaze,
Through time and space, 
I collapse the barrier. 

Time flows,
And kills us slow,
It's time to go, 
Goodbye.

Your voice fades, 
My memory degrades. 
I try to ask why, 
I bow my head and sigh. 

What is this bitter taste, 
Mysterious irony, 
Life ends now, 
Goodbye.

Goodbye

Recorded and Mixed by Giovanni Villar AQP-PERU 2011

SENTINEL - I Wanna be Somebody(W.A.S.P.)

Close my eyes, 
I dont want to see, 
This grey light, it comes
for you and I.

A whispering in cold haze,
It looks at me, 
Trying to take me away, 
A wretched hand on my back,
It pulls me to my grave

Humanity is plague, 
I am only one,
Scorn is my master, 
Satan my thorn.

I am plague.
My numbers 
are vast as
The sea.
Desecrate this world
A scourge of humanity

Ripping the weak, 
Hail to the lifeless, 
There is no end in sight. 
Chaos and dismay,
Suffering thickness,
We choke on our own blight.

All that's left,
All that's gone 
is
Pandemonium

Away I go,
Take me to,
eternal slumber, 
You must know, 
We must go, 
Back to the sky.



Pandemonium

Designed as a sonic backdrop to silent horror films, Dark Harvest V is an atmospheric nod to autumn and the looming dim of winter.  The tracks are a collection of synth-based scores, dark psychedelia, deathrock, post-punk, darkwave, and various metals.  

Carpathian Forest - A Forest

Panzer Division Marduk

Ed Hunter

Run to the Hills (1998 Remaster)

Fear Of The Dark (1998 Remastered Version)

Transilvanian Hunger (20th Anniversary Edition)

I En Hall Med Flesk Og Mjod

At long last, Signal Rex is proud to present Ordem Satânica's highly anticipated debut album, Monte da Lua. Hailing from the rawest core of the thriving Portuguese black metal scene, Ordem Satânica are possessed by a hideous grimness that's utterly hypnotizing. Despite not belonging to Portugal's Black Circle (Mons Veneris, Vetala, Irae), Ordem Satânica's sound is comparably chaotic and necrotic, bleary and blown-out. And yet, the trio possess a deceptive sense of melody, malformed and miasmic, dissonant and distressed, that favorably reminds of France's immortal Black Legions from the dark days of the 1990s. For verily, this BLACK METAL from an ancient time - AGAINST the modern world, and against the modern "black metal" scene.

To date, Ordem Satânica have built a coveted canon of thoroughly underground works, each more challenging and cantankerous than the last. Just earlier this year, this enviable escalation of aesthetic antagonization reached its apotheosis with Signal Rex's release of the In Aeterna Crudelitate cassette - like the old ways/days, limited to only 66 copies and selling out almost immediately. But alas, Ordem Satânica transcend all prior with Monte da Lua, the most mesmerizing distillation of their crude-yet-cultivated art. Stripped completely bare and blown out in an almost brittle manner, Monte da Lua is a windswept travail across desolation and disgust, ever inwards and maybe even backwards. Modernity doesn't exist here; there is only the past, which passed before it began. Time stands still here, and the listener is powerless against Ordem Satânica's evocations of a better/worse world.

When there are still revisionist reveries for the early '90s boom of black metal, which inevitably died a slow death, there are bands in this millennium who harness that very real, very primordial power, and the raw Portuguese scene is currently at the forefront. Ordem Satânica carry the torch - have you been burned yet?

Text by Nathan T. Birk

www.signalrex.com

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