Black Swords

Discography

Preamble

The pieces in download has been recorded a long time ago so it doesn't reflect the actual Black Swords as the band evolved since then. Moreover, the equipment used was very basic (an old mix table, an audio tape recorder, …), so, it doesn't sounds realy good!

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Drums test recording with the other instruments (2007)

Recorded in April 2007 by:

Unfinished recording for ? (Preview Demo) (1998)

Recorded in December 1998 by:

From a rehearsal (1997)

Recorded in May 1997 by:

? (Preview Demo) (1997)

? (Preview Demo)'s jacket

  1. Life From A Distant Point Of View;
  2. Art Of Living (lyrics from the song that summarize Art of Living and its followings);
  3. Death Is The Normal State (lyrics);
  4. Rotting Decadence;
  5. From The Graves (lyrics);
  6. You Victim Of Society (lyrics);
  7. Back From The Front (lyrics);
  8. Homo Sapiens Sapiens Die (The Bells Of Armageddon) (lyrics);
  9. Eternal Peace (lyrics);
  10. Death From A Close Point Of View.

Recorded in January and February 1997 (except Eternal Peace that has been recorded in August 1996, and, Life From A Distant Point Of View and Death From A Close Point Of View that has been recorded in December 1996) by:

démo ratée (1995)

Démo ratée's original copy's jacket

This jacket is the one of the original copy, two other copies have been done, one for Anne-Christine and one for Aran.

  1. From The Graves (lyrics);
  2. Eternal Peace (lyrics);
  3. Death Is The Normal State (lyrics);
  4. Art Of Living (lyrics from the song that summarize Art of Living and its followings);
  5. Back From The Front (lyrics);
  6. You Victim Of Society (lyrics);
  7. Rotting Decadence.

Recorded from July to November 1995 by:

Lyrics

The lyrics might have evolved since the recording of some songs.

The given dates are those of the last modification of the songs. Some of them are approximate.

?: Written with a sword: from the graves, the man in black in disgrace's death's praise to souls takers' preach as dying by lie's humanity's suicide's dream

Written with a sword

May 10th, 2005

I fight for my life but don't only fight to be,
i fight against religions, sects, societies, …
and i fight against submission, lies, reject, wars, …
i'm fighting with the rising blaze of my dark sword!

Forge with a kind of black iron in the source of gloom,
my black pen is my sword that fights for a better doom.

All opposition, boycot, manifestations, …
are the best way to act, almost with some passion!
Verbal is the way that i fight for our rights,
violence is never necessary to fight!

Its ink as heavy as iron, its black tint with gloom,
my black pen is my sword to fight for all our dooms.

Gloom

From the graves

September 15th, 1996

From graves, come the living-dead,
from nowhere comes death alive,
ô, they will take your brain.
Adrenaline in your veins,
one day, fear will get your life,
dead come, and take your brain.
The vampires hole your veins,
they come to take your bleak life,
ô, the death haunts your brain.
It is haunting you, it's death,
death comes to take your sad life,
ô, your soul leaves your brain.

From the graves comes a smell of death…
smell that will make you become dead!

D'you believe in living-dead?
It comes from stupidity,
death: a reality.
For your country, would you die?
You are only a skinhead,
death: the reality.
Fear strangers, at war you'll die,
you've got nothing in your head,
death: your reality.
You've got to pay the price: death;
honour: your stupidity,
death is reality.

It's true that one day you'll be dead.
Yes, every life has its own death!

Gloom

The man in black

June 3rd, 2005

Under his black veil, the mourner of all the mankind,
the black man that i am use to tell to all the blind:

Are you able to see sadness is your way's price,
to see the reasons of the anger in most eyes,
to see that, by itself, the mankind will soon die,
that you can't even cry? You don't even ask why!

You and your illusion of happiness learned in schools,
you, blinded by learning those lies and obey those rules,
you, so afraid to die, you restrain your mortal fate,
you live to work, work to die, and you'll see it too late.

Are you able to see that they are lying to you,
that they are exploiting you, until you'll die too,
that the worst animal has the most developed mind…
that, more and more, the earth is destroyed by mankind?

i'm the man dressed in black as my soul that saw the truth,
i have left far behind myself humans in the south,
now living near white wolves by the rythms of tide,
i know i'll die and i even have death by my side…

Under his black veil, the mourner of all the mankind
now lust the end of all things in his lonely mind…

Gloom

Physical disgrace

October 22nd, 1998

One of the reasons why i fell into loneliness
is my ugliness compare with imposed loveliness.
One of the million victim of fashion system,
i deny this corrupted imagery of fame,
i hate this society full of manipulated,
i hate this mankind, so intolerant, so stupid!

In my bleak life, will i know another thing that hate?
How long will i suffer from my-self's imposed disgrace?

Gloom

Death's praise

March 3rd, 2010.

I did not asked to anyone to be once alive,
but it's my doom, I do sadly have to live or dive;
I just see that our sad world is slowly dying,
I hope for it's euthanasia that's forthcoming;
but I do suffer so much, if only I should die…
When will I sleep and nevermore asking any why
I did never ever asked to anyone to be.
I don't want to live no more, please Death, come and take me…

For Death, I pray. to end my way,
to much I pay, it makes me sway…

For my own death I pray, pray the end of my way,
pray, what ever's your name, as the meaning's the same,
some do say Osiris and some Pluto, Hades
and there is still l'ankou, now I just invoke you.

They pray their gods to save their lives,
don't see these quads, don't know life dives,
they look so dear but they hate some,
as they all fear their death to come,
being mortals they can't accept,
create portals in their concept…

The only state with no sadness,
dust to be after rottenness,
to after-life they all pretend,
they all fear that death is the end.

Don't want to stay, for death I sway,
so death I pray, to end my way.

I pray for all is gloom, pray for the end of doom,
And I don't want no son, pray for armageddon,
I pray for ragnarok, hit with metal that rock,
for my sadness' intense, no, now, nothing makes sense.

See no future for life I see
like a vulture: needs death to be
and that is worst as it evolve
and that will burst without to solve
how to avoid all life's shatter
into the void (mush of matter).

The only state with no sadness,
dust to be after rottenness,
the matter should not take life's bend
as it will once come to an end.

In my own sombre room, I lust for end of doom,
do not want any child, as we're not kind nor wild,
all of my faith I leave I have stopped to believe;
I know deliverance by praise do not have sense!

All these death's gods never I've seen,
these gods are quads never they've been;
they all pretend, but they're not kind,
I hope the end of all mankind
death can take me, each time it mights,
after death, see, there are no lights,

The only state with no sadness,
dust to be after rottenness,
I know life's made to end in death
but there's no god of death like Seth!

I used to pray for my own end,
to lust death's way I did pretend;
then a close died I feel weak now
now life, I'll ride, but don't know how…
for mine I want to live my time
for mine I can't lust for death's lime

The only state with no madness,
dust to be after rottenness,
I know in death each life will end
but cry mine to death life did send.

The only state with no madness,
dust to be after rottenness,
all conscience life uses to lend,
all do fear their own death, the end.

Gloom (with the help of B.Iron).

The souls takers

August 16th, 2005

The death has kept billions of souls,
and it will take a lot more souls.
As each hearts feel death like a hole
we often just see death's sad role…

But death do what's have to be made.
Death will stay, whatever we make!
Each of all life just have to fade.
Before death nobody may fake.

Your souls are killed by society:
You must do what they want to be;
In the name of the society,
you are all hindered to be free!

You fear death as they took your soul,
you can't be free without your soul,
All your life you will feel a hole,
thinking that filling is drugs' role…

By them, all your choices are made:
they teach you what you have to make;
you are living your life to fade;
while society just lie to fake.

I see the earth in agony,
wonder: Why do we have to be?;
Will mankind be eternally?
I'm afraid I hope not, you see?

Death takes souls, society takes souls,
do you agree to give your soul?
I live with that rebellious call:
Let death, refuse your given role!

Gloom

Who does not preach?

May 13th, 2005

Come to God to love completely,
serve Him, brother, then you will be
into paradise peacefully;
yes, come to God and you will see!

No, you are in hell don't you see?
Pleasure shall be for thee, fully!
Sign the contract and you will be
so powerfull, eternally!

Come and save us in the army,
You are born to serve us you see!
Your life will save democracy!
Do something of your life, like me!

Peace and my love brother, you see?
We will change the world completely!
Flower power, the way to be!
Keep cool man, be stoned endlessly!

You want to win lots of money?
You are a winner as I see…
Girls, cars, … you'll get all finally!
You just have to work hard for me…

We have to save the earth, you see?
Globalization: enemy,
as pollution: must stop to be!
Another world must be! Fully!

Gloom

Die by lie

September 15th, 1995

When a man lie he murder some part of the world. Cliff burton.
And the world's slowly dying because we all lie.
Of this life and of all the mankind I am bored
and soon a day will come, this day, we will all die.

Gloom

Homo sapiens sapiens die (the bells of the end)

June 15th, 1995

Society was born with the lie,
now it is the mankind that die;
even the answers are not found,
you are making war for a pound.

Gloom

Suicide by vengeance

April 10th, 2000

i suffered so much from all what you've done to me
that i would like to kill myself just to make you feel
the heavy weight of my death, because you don't see,
you've destroyed me with feelings with whom i cannot deal!

Gloom

Dream, a wonderland?

June 2nd, 2005

Feel close to you, to your sweet heat,
feel your heart, so fast it does beat,
feel you in my arms, we embrace,
feel your ruby lips, touch your face,
your velvet tongue carressing mine,
slow kissing you, feeling so fine;
whith my hand, your skin caressing,
your so smooth hot skin's grain feeling,
now caressing your so soft hear,
we're both naked between nowhere,
all sensations mesmerise me,
now we're making love… We are we!

…

One more time, i was dreaming.
It is a really bleak morning…

i am so alone in my bed,
it seems like i am going mad!

My cynic imagination
makes these dreams … a mind destruction!

i am so alone and so sad,
more and more i am going mad…

Gloom

Note: a ghost track is forcast.