Shall I compare thee to “Reign in blood”?
Thou sound more noisy and more desperate.
Slayer shake the darling buds of May,
and Black Metal's lure hath all to short a date.
Sometime too heavy “I” of Meshuggah twines
And often Mastodon's complexion dimmed
And luck'ly metalcore in time declines;
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But their eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of thrashmetal's boast
Irrelevance shan't brag they wand'rest in his shade,
When music nerds lines to Time doth grow'st
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see
So long live “Pust”, and this gives life to them.

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Anders Lange

Pust

Elsker Deg

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"What I understand Quavila to be: a terrible explosive: in the presence of which everything is in danger". - Friedrich Nietzsche. Ecce homo 1888.

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