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AHA!!!! band names
Okay then. I'm still working really hard on putting my metal band together...cept one thing: NO ONE IN MY TINY SHITCAN TOWN CAN PLAY METAL. Me and my buddy (who is the singer, though he can't sing too well...I'm training him to death grunt) started this band a year ago. AND WE STILL CAN'T FIND A DRUMMER, A BASSIST, OR A FUCKING RHYTHM GUITARIST. We might *might* have a drummer coming to try out, but I want a band name so they know I want metal....pure and simple.
A few names I have, and remember I'm going for a black metal type name
Genera
Gungnirodin (gungnir was Odin's spear and it never missed it's mark and we all know odin)
Boquet of entrails
Desecrated God
For the Dead Travel Fast
Children of Aries ( aries was a greek god of war)
Sleipnir (Odin's 8 legged horse)
two coins on your empty eyesockets (refering to mythology about putting coins on the eyes to pay the boatman to cross the river of the dead)
If you guys come up with any other band names, tell me.
Oh and for reference, here are what the lyrics will be like:
An antecedent to the precedent of my inner forethoughts. Anti-imagining a real dream, all for the sake of itself. Dying to be alive again, yet dying to be dead. Forsake the unforsakeable. Forfeit what you never had. Kill the moths of indecision that float around the flame of deceit. Devastate the ghastly prism of reality with your screams of imaginings unimagined. Bleed from your nasal; taste the blood; choke on your own life…Die an unintentional suicide. Pass away into the soil…watch as the dirt of yourself eclipses your vision of yourself burying you in the grave of your nightmares. Trepidiciously tread through the un-sight not before your eyes: You're dead by your own blood. Swallow yourself in your darkness. Betray your inebriated sober anti-rhythm. Your heartbeat: Complexly beyond pendulatic patterns, yet not beating at all. Where is the paradox? Shatter the mirror of non-reflection. Break your own body. Decompose the flesh of solidity. Rewrite the non-matter within your shallow soul. Pale are your hands, though unseen. Taste the soil of inhibition. Defacilitate your vision, it betrays you beyond the grave and cradle. Feast upon your fears. Feed upon your lusts. Concoct your un-demise. Create the cocoon of your de-metamorphosis. Lay down what you don't have…or do you? You know yet do not. Your self-rhetorical question, leading to a ledge overlooking insanity. Fail to fail. Succeed in failing. Fail to succeed. In death, a failure is a tablespoon from the oceans of your imagination; nothing. Foresee and oversee the crippling of time. Shear the pendulum from the gears of ages. Break the un-seen cycle. Build upon nothing. Un-law the new world of anti-life and anti-death; a non-purgatorial land lacking time and reason. Create from your non-imaginings.
Die to die.
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