Nobel prize candidates or not, I (nor the several poets that happen to be in my family and friends) don't see how anyone can claim this kind of pieces lose to other forms of lyric in artistry, content, vocabulary, anything.
Eyes Upon Me
Watching Me In My Perpetual Sleep
Dreams Deceive Me
My Future Depends On A Mindless Dream
I've Fallen From Promises
Damned To Take Risks On My Own
The Masterful Science That Freezes Your
Mind And Your Soul
The Wretched Dream Is Realized
The Human Race Is To Be Crystalized
Thoughts Of Laughter
Filling The Head Of The Master In Charge
Worlds Of Wonder
Is This A Cure Or A Painless Death
I'll Fight And Resist
Till They All See The End That Is Near
The Doctors The Lawers And G-Men
Are Living In Fear
Living My Life With One Distant Hope
A Cure That Will Kill My Invincible Foe
(Slayer - Crionics)
Nocturnal flight, no shadows cast
a distant symbol of our beyond
life lies in front of us
Sacred Ground, Rotten Earth
Ashes To Dust
Flesh Decomposed
Caressing the sacred ground
where the deadened corpses lie
A sepulchural misty night
with a whiff of the Macabre
Silently watching the stones
put there as a symbol of death
Our minds united; A force is lit,
and insight creates
A humanoid watchtower, reaching for
their souls to the Sky
For a glance onto
The Other Side....
(Darkthrone - The Watchtower)
The pyramids tremble, darken the sun, (the) sky tums red
They reached the wall of no return (and the) breeze has stopped
Who wore the crown will never be known - might is broken
For all we'll drown into the sand - what will remain?
Inverted horizons, denied truth and blinded eyes
The Titans arise, the monuments fall, we cannot halt
Wishful pleads at last came true, some always knew
The clouds burn - or is it fire? ... the gods wince
Human pride and megalomania - The Titans watched it all
The trace led to nowhere - Wrath had to come
As ushers at the gates - To ecstasy and excess
AII turn their backs - They won't give us any rest
(The) fires won't redeem, illuminated's the night - the eternal summer
When they came high from the sphere on shrieking wings ...
Now they're trapped to the ground, to heat and dust
And the eye is glowing above ...
(Celtic Frost - Eternal Summer)