1.На уроках сиди и рычи.
2.Если тебя вызвали к доске:
А)Потряси головой, пальцы показуют козу в этот час
Б)Спой куплет каннибалов (даже два)!!!
В) Разреж себе руки, и кричи (Хай живе мертвий метал, хлопці)
3.Купи себе футболку с попсовой группой, замажь картинку кровью , и напиши « это не слушать ,а слушать дет»
4.Когда целуешься закати глаза и главное рычи.
5. Крути голову как хочешь, снизу-вверх или круговые движение, или руки на пояс, ноги на ширине плеч, голова влево вправо

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Miklagaard has been our home

For twenty years or more

We've lent our axes, spears and swords

In service of the emperor


We are loyal warriors

That's the oath we gave

To protect the emperor

Even to a violent grave


Our loyalty was always firm

We kept our given word

On these southern battlefields

Our northern war cries roared


Battles have been fought

Many gave their lives

But all who died by axe and sword

Were called to hall up high


Our time here

Is now at end

Can't help but reminisce

A cold spring day

So long ago

When we set out to sea


We!

Set out from Svitjod's

Shores!

With dreams of fame and

Gold!

And!

The work of weaving

Norn's!

Was unknown


We were loyal warriors

That's the oath we gave

To protect the emperor

Even to the grave


It's time to take farewell

We have been resolved

From the sacred oath we gave

It's time to go back home


Out time here

Is now at end

Our memories will stay

Of Miklagaard

Our southern home

Until the end of days


We!

Set out for Svitjod's

Shores!

With honor and

Rewards!

We return back

Home!

We return back

Home!

With honor and

Rewards!

We return back

Home!

the enemy has come for you

hear the pounding thunder hooves

there's no time to run or hide

draw the weapon from your side


when they ride out from morning mist

with sharp blades in mighty fists

one hundred warriors on horse

an awesome brutal force


you feel weak and scared

fear has gripped your heart

you will soon be over run

you will soon be torn apart


now where is your god

does he hear your prayers

does he even care for you

his silence speaks loud and clear


raid is done

see the country burn

all are gone

only misery remains

raid is done

the warriors return

all are gone

all that's left is pain


the vikings strike so fast and hard

those who run won't make it far

and those who chose to stand and fight

they have made the choice to die


the weapons tear

through flesh and bone

dying men that scream and moan

with severed limbs

to the hall of death


the battlefield is full of death

feel the stench of rotting flesh

when the entire country burns

as the warriors return


and they came out

from morning mist

with sharp blades in mighty fists

they leave this land

all burned and scorn

those alive will mourn


now where is your god

does he hear your prayers

does he even care for you

his silence speaks loud and clear


raid is done

see the country burn

all are gone

only misery remains

raid is done

the warriors return

all are gone

all that's left is pain

raid is done

see the country burn

only misery remains

all are gone

warriors return

all that's left is pain

where's your god

does he hear your prayers

does he even care

where's your god

does he hear your prayers

a silence loud and clear

There comes Fenris' twin

His jaws are open wide

The serpent rises from the waves


Jormundgandr twists and turns

Mighty in his wrath

The eyes are full of primal hate


Thor Odin’s son

Protector of mankind

Ride to meet your fate

Your destiny awaits

Thor Hldyn’s son

Protector of mankind

Ride to meet your fate

Ragnark awaits


Vingthor rides to face

The snake with hammer high

At the edge of the world


Bolts of lightning fills the air

As Mjlner does its work

The dreadful serpent roars in pain


Thor Odin’s son

Protector of mankind

Ride to meet your fate

Your destiny awaits

Thor Hldyn’s son

Protector of mankind

Ride to meet your fate

Ragnark awaits


Mighty Thor grips the snake

Firmly by it's tounge

Lifts his hammer high to strike

Soon his work is done

Vingtor sends the giant snake

Bleeding to the depth

Twilight of the thundergod

Ragnark awaits

Twilight of the thundergod

Twilight of the thundergod

Twilight of the thundergod


Thor Odin’s son

Protector of mankind

Ride to meet your fate

Your destiny awaits

Thor Hldyn’s son

Protector of mankind

Ride to meet your fate

Ragnark awaits

The blade I swing
Is black as night
Black as my soulless heart
It bears the burden
Of many lives
But I don't feel remorse

I lent my sword
To anyone
Willing to pay the price
No regrets for
What I've done
A mercenary's life

But there i was
On battleground
Until I felt the jaws of death
Cut into my flesh
Defending old and weak
But I did not retreat

Now, here I lie
In my own blood
And strangers cry for me
I'm prepared to meet the gods
I wish they'd let me be

I don't deserve
Their sympathy
I know who I am
My soul is death and misery
I am an evil man

I rest in my blood
Soon I will face the gods
Strangers cry for me
I wish they'd let me be

Show no sympathy
Shed no tears for me
I know who I am
I am an evil man

I know who I am
I am an evil man

последний на данный момент альбом  группы "Фактор Страха"

Уникальное явление отечественной “тяжелой” сцены - группа “Коррозия металла” и ее бессменный вдохновитель Паук продолжают дико рубиться на Железном фронте. Феномен Паука, как ярчайшего представителя культурно-политической составляющей metal-underground’а, не имеет аналогов во всей обширной околометаллической индустрии. Появившись в конце 80-х годов, Паук дико взорвал “металлическую общественность” своим трэшем и угаром, содомитскими шоу с плясками голых баб и стебно-сатанинскими текстами. На его фоне наши доморощенные “Арии” и “Круизы” смотрелись бледными инфантильными мальчиками, этакими онанистами псевдокультуры, пресными и скучными.
В начале 90-х “Коррозия” пользовалась бешеной популярностью, собирая стадионы. О ее уникальности отзывались многие заслуженные гранды hard’n’heavy - Motorhead, Iron Maiden, и ZZ-top. Кстати, эксплуатируя былую популярность, Паук, подобно “Арии”, мог бы и сейчас чесать свою старенькую программу про “сатанинский орден, “сатанинский рок”. Но творческое и бунтарское начало Паука-художника не могло принять подобный конформизм. Взрывая толерантную и приглаженную metal-тусовку, Паук наносит очередную пощечину “общественному вкусу” - группа пропагандирует эстетику угарно-алкогольного фашизма. Во время концертов “Коррозии” на сцену выбегает Гитлер и под аккомпанемент Паука исполняет бессмертный хит “Nicht kapituliren”. Помню красочный плакат середины 90-х, с которого Паук в немецкой каске вещает: “Запомни - настоящий фашист должен уметь выпить три батла водки и трахнуть сразу пять девок!”. Дикая неполиткорректность, эпатаж и глум - в этом и есть настоящее искусство.

You are wrong, fucked, and overrated
I think I'm gonna be sick and it's your fault
This is the end of EVERYTHING
You are the end of EVERYTHING
I haven't slept since I woke up
And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker
This is the end of EVERYTHING
You are the end of EVERYTHING

Shallow skin, I can paint with pain
I mark the trails on my arms with your disdain
Everyday it's the same - I LOVE, YOU HATE
But I guess I don't care any more...
Fix my problems with the blade
While my eyes turn from blue to gray
God, the worst thing happened to me today
But I guess I don't care anymore...

You are wrong, fucked, and overrated

I think I'm gonna be sick and it's your fault
This is the end of EVERYTHING
You are the end of EVERYTHING
I haven't slept since I woke up
And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker
This is the end of EVERYTHING
You are the end of EVERYTHING

My flaws are the only thing left that's pure
Can't really live, can't really endure
Everything I see reminds me of her
God I wish I didn't care anymore
The more I touch, the less I feel
I'm lying to myself that it's not real
Why is everybody making such a big fucking deal?
I'm never gonna care anymore

What the hell am I doing?
Is there anyone left in my life?
What the fuck was I thinking?
Anybody want to tell me I'm fine?
Where the hell am I going?
Do I even need a reason to hide?
I am only betrayed
I am only conditioned to die

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I'm in conniptions for the final act you came here for.
The one derivative you manage is the one I abhor.
I need a minute to elaborate for everyone the
Everyday bullshit things that you have done

Your impossible ego fuck is like a
Megalomaniacal tab on my tongue
You fucking touch me I will rip you apart
I'll reach in and take a bite out of that
Shit you call a heart...

I don't mind being ogled, ridiculed
Made to feel minuscule
If you consider the source, its kinda pitiful
The only thing you really know about me is...
...that's all you'll ever know

I know why you blame me (yourself)
I know why you plague me (yourself)

I'm turning it around like a knife in the shell
I wanna understand why, but Im hurting myself
I haven't seen a lot of reasons to stop it
I cant just drop it
I'm just a bastard, but at least I admit it
At least I admit it

I know why you blame me
I know why you blame yourself
I know why you plague me
I know why you plague yourself

Kill you - fuck you - I will never be you
Kill you - fuck you - I will never be you
I cant fucking take it anymore
A snap of the synapse
And now its fucking war
Kill you - fuck you - I will never be you

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