Anti-military one, I do like it for thou!

Song title: Musti, sotakoira
Band name: Kollaa Kestää
Album title: N/A (indie single)
Genre: Punk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__yfmDBZjqc

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Huhhahhei ja Kollaa kestää!

Mulla oli aito sotakoira Musti
Musti oli iso siperianhusky (Huhhahhei ja hanta heiluu)
Mustilta puuttui huumorintaju
Sillä sotakoiran piti olla raju

(Yks-kaks-kol-nel)

Mustilla oli militaariaatteet (Huhhahhei ja Kollaa kestää!)
Mielessä liikkuivat Kollaat ja Raatteet
Mustin arkussa lukee isänmaa, isänmaa
Poikas pelännyt ei kuolemaa, kuolemaa, kuolemaa

TRANSLATION:

Huh-hah-hei and Kollaa will hold (the line)!

I had an authentic war dog Musti.
Musti was a big Siberian Husky.(Huh-hah-hei and the tail is wagging)
Musti lacked in the sense of humour,
because a war dog had to be fierce.

(One-two-three-four)

Musti was into a militaristic thinking. (Huh-hah-hei and Kollaa will hold)
His mind only occupied by battles like Kollaa and Raate.
In the coffin of Musti it reads : "Fatherland, Fatherland;
your son did not fear death, death, death!"



PS. Kollaa & Raate were significant and painful battles of Winter War, and I am glad that we (=Finland) withstood them, but I also greatly enjoy the juxtaposition of a dog to highly militaristic persons!

And for our sadly unvictorious Eurovision entry, here Pertti Kurikan Nimipäivät ("retard punk"):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEiM6l5meQI

Lyrically makes me think of "River" by Bruce Springsteen, somehow.

Song title: "Mammals in Babylon"
Band name: Cattle Decapitation
Album title: "The Anthropocene Extinction"
Genre: Death Metal / Grind / Gore
Wikipedia link for the band: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cattle_Decapitation

Lyrics

Mammals In Babylon

We had it all
The whole of Eden in our hands
The privilege of existence
The ubiquitous lay of the land
We suffocate ourselves
We defecate on the product line
Fell under our own spell
Carelessly crafted hell
You can’t escape your own rape when you’re not the only rapist
Too Many people in this world to simply forgive, to only forget
Obsessive procreators
Destined for failure
Mine eyes caught staring through these mercenaries
Ashamed that I am of the same class
Carnivora, Primates, Rodentia = Mammalia
No reason to suffer… suffer anymore
Not today… in this day and age
The stench of sulphur, brimstone-lined shores
Lake of flames… is this day and age
As a human, slave unto my acumen
Request to defect, reject this sect imperfect
Too Many people in this world
to simply forgive, to only forget
Obsessed with ideas of saviors
Destined for failure
Perturbing vertebrates
Articulated subordinates
Scatter
Sociopathic pervasive demographic
The messiah, the humans, these ingrates, goddamn them all
Contaminate, infested, adulteration - Hominoidea

Song title: "Not Suitable for Life"
Band name: Cattle Decapitation
Album title: "The Anthropocene Extinction"
Genre: Death Metal / Grind / Gore
Wikipedia link for the band: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cattle_Decapitation


Not Suitable For Life


On this celestial body, third planet from the sun
Of earth, of terra, of gaia...
a spreading cancer, the self-destruct financer
Earth's largest natural disaster

So this is what you want?
A world not suitable for life?
(Self-damning idiots, with traits abhorrent and hideous)
Damn your traditions, god damn your religions
Shit on your systems, to hell with your decisions
As long as gravity holds these two feet to the ground

I stand here guilty in sadness and humility
Part of the problems - never to solve them
In a way we have become... culturally dumb

How can you look me in the eyes and tell me you're proud of what you've done within this life?

Ignoring the trash heap that is our daily lives
a disparaging wasteland, a hell on earth paradigm
Extinction level living - the fate of all unwinds
Too ignorant, too selfish to read the warning signs

So this is what you want?
A world not suitable for life?
(Self-circling vultures, damming garbage cultures)
Fuck your traditions, fuck your religions
Fuck your systems and fuck your decisions

How can you look me in the eyes and tell me you're proud of what you've done within this life?
Your footprint can't dematerialize and when you die, look where you've left your children behind... a world unsuitable for life

Borknagar - Colossus (from the album Quintessence 2000.)

From out of static time has grown
Existence formed by substance unknown
Prelude to matter, shift of disorder
Completion of bonds between chaos and order

The era of seasons, the essence of being
The continuous process awakens the living
Absorber of every flickering sun
Arranging the pieces to vivid perfection

The stream of mortality flows uncontrolled
A boundless downward spiral to prospective void
Existence takes its toll, extinction unfolds
The Colossus falls back from it's treshold

The cosmic grip so tight. Heed the celestial call
The rise, the voyage, the fall- tangled womb of mortal soil

Universal key of inception, pulled out of the grind
The growing seed of creation and time

Complex fusion, the bond of four- the nature's core
Universal ritual, aesthetic beauty adored

The pendulum upholds the carnal deceit
Eternal, endless, indefinite

The paradox, render and the merge is complete
Nothing but the process is infinite

Nothing but the process is infinite
Eternal, endless, indefinite

How about some industrial rock?

Song title: The Choke
Band name: Skinny Puppy
Album title: Bites
Genre: Industrial rock
Wikipedia link for the band: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skinny_Puppy
Lyrics:

"If you cut off my head, what would I say? Me and my... me and my head or me and my body?"

Torment
The stench
One side, inside
No doubt, lost count
Brutalize
Half red eyes
Decide, which side, whose side
You're in the middle of the fire
A scythe, a smock is sharp, so sharp

No conscience
Such confidence
A crooked ear
So insincere
A glue on smile
Your social style
Tyrant rules is such a fool

Superior good advice
It's so nice from you
Arguments so hideous
They're heaven sent
You can't repent
Words like ice
Cut the lies
Announce, announce my demise
Oh, christ, christ why'd you die?

"What would, what would my head call itself?"

No conscience
Such confidence
The crooked ear
So insincere
The glue on smile
The social style
Your tyrant rule is such a fool

"Take out... take, take, take out my stomach, my kidneys... assuming that were possible, would I say me and my intestines?"

No conscience
Such confidence
Your crooked ear
You're so insincere
The glue on smile
Your social style
Your tyrant, your rule, you're nobody's fool

Superior good advice
Blood red and arguments
Heaven sent torment my stench
Putrefy, putrefy
Wise, so wise, you're not so wise
Shadow, shadow, shadow, why?

No conscience
Such confidence
Your crooked ear
You're insincere
The glue on smile
The social style
The tyrant that rules is such a fool

2016 and not one new post with new lyrics? Let me do the honours them:

Song title: "Vice Regalia"
Band name: The Mire
Album title: "Vice Regalia"
Genre: Post Metal / Black Metal
Wikipedia link for the band: N̶o̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶,̶ ̶z̶e̶r̶o̶,̶ ̶n̶a̶d̶a̶.̶ ̶B̶e̶s̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶g̶o̶o̶g̶l̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶d̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶t̶e̶r̶v̶i̶e̶w̶s̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶a̶l̶b̶u̶m̶ ̶r̶e̶v̶i̶e̶w̶s̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̶o̶c̶i̶a̶l̶ ̶m̶e̶d̶i̶a̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶i̶n̶f̶o̶.̶ ̶S̶i̶n̶c̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶b̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶e̶n̶d̶e̶d̶ ̶l̶a̶s̶t̶ ̶y̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶:̶(̶ ̶,̶ ̶i̶n̶f̶o̶r̶m̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶s̶c̶a̶r̶c̶e̶.̶
Actually here's a bit from LastFM

Vice Regalia

Bound together like the crown and sceptre
We were made
To pursue the highs
That only royalty could crave

Smoke and neon
Quiet stranger
Bitter amber
We are favoured
Burning sugar
Emerald nectar
This transgressive rite
Is our communion

Rules of mind and moral
Cleaved so recklessly
As we plunge into an ocean green
Deep as this self-destructive need
Sublime intoxication
Vice regalia fever dream
Nothing matters we are free
Free until tomorrow

In a ritual union
Jaded as the soma we imbibe
I will fix you so you break with me
For one more night

Smoke and neon
Quiet stranger
Bitter amber
We are favoured
Burning sugar
Emerald nectar
This transgressive rite
Is our communion

And just like all things that shine
Found in life first so fine
The high is flawed by design
As the sun must burn out in time
It all fades...

Song title: "Don't Leave the Room"
Band name: Psychonaut 4
Album title: "Dipsomania"
Genre: Black Metal / Depressive Metal
Wikipedia link for the band: http://www.metal-archives.com/bands/Psychonaut_4/3540329261

Don't Leave the Room

Don't leave the room, make no mistake.
You need no Sun, if you smoke cigarettes.
Outside all is pointless, especially bliss and pain.
Go to the bathroom and come back again immediately
Oh, don't leave the room, don't call the cab.
Because the space is made of the corridor
Which ends with a counter. If come alive bitch
Opening her mouth, cast her out without undressing.
Don't leave the room; think you're caught a cold.
What can be more interesting than a chair and a wall?
What for go out and get back in the night
the same as you were but highly maimed?
Don't leave the room; dance, catching the "bossanova" rhythm,
Wearing a coat on naked body, with shoes on bore feet.
The hallway smells like ski wax and cabbage.
You wrote a lot of letters; one more will be overmuch.
Don't leave the room. Oh, let solely room
guess how you look like. Incognito ergo sum
as form was told in anger by substance.
Don't leave the room! Out, there is not France.
Don't be a fool! Be what others were not, whether sure.
Don't leave the room! Give vent to furniture,
Blend in with the wallpapers. In any case,
isolate thyself from chronos, cosmos, eros, race,virus.
Keep chronos, cosmos, eros, race, and virus from
getting in the door

Song title: Dulcifer Tragoedia
Band name: Darkside of Innocence
Album title: Xenogenesis
Genre: Symphonic Black/Gothic Metal
Wikipedia link for the band: N/A, Encyclopaedia Metallum
Lyrics:

Recall the gentile way you gazed upon the beggar
The things one could acknowledge with a mere glance…
Those were times of great importance,
So many thoughts shared with no words involved.

Hard to forget our home,
The place where I belong.
How tenderly thou cherished me
Like a precious gift

With your depart, Sorrow is all I have become
Luna you truly became an undying reverie of mine…

Should hatred merge us in utter torment?
Once again, lie to these frail senses of our glorious romance

Shall we embrace passion in a last waltz?

Song title: "Spiken I Kistan"
Band name: Lifelover
Album title: "Konkurs"
Genre: Black Metal / Depressive Metal
Wikipedia link for the band: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lifelover

Spiken I Kistan

Dränk mig med dina sentimentala klyschor
Sätt mig på ett flyg och krascha det i norra ishavet
Jag orkar inte höra mer, göra mer, finnas mer
Sätt mig i en risig roddbåt utan åror, låt vågorna
Och kölden riva mig, rasera mig, sänka mig

Placera mig naken på en bakgata i december
Jag söker bråk för att bli misshandlad
Provocerar för att bli dödad, stympad, förintad
Inget händer, kommer ingen vart, allt är kört
Haha, allt är skit, och du tycker att det är så coolt

Den människa jag en gång var är borta
Jag bränner alla minnen, spolar ned askan i toan
Nej, förlåt, lät jag sentimental nu?
Din hjärndöda åsikt betyder dock noll

Det finns inget häftigt att finna i detta tillstånd Jag är en paranoid, skadad
Och patetisk människa
Du är å andra sidan minst lika patetisk
Men snälla rara, glöm mig, jag är historia

[English translation:]

The Nail In The Coffin

Drown yourself in your sentimental clichés
Put me on a plane and crash it into the northern ice sea
I don’t have the will to hear it anymore, to do anymore, to exist anymore
Put me in a rickety boat without any oars, and let the waves
And the coldness tear me, ruin me, sink me

Place me naked on a back street in December
I look for fights just to get injured
I provoke, just to get killed, dismembered, annihilated
Nothing happens, I get nowhere, all is lost
Haha, everything is shit, and you think it’s so cool

The man I once was is gone
I burn all my memories, and flush the ashes down the toilet
Oh, I’m sorry, did I sound sentimental?
Your brain-dead opinion means nothing

There is nothing cool to find in this state of mind. I am a paranoid, deranged
And pathetic human being
But on the other hand, you’re just as pathetic
But please, forget about me, I’m history