On this night....Songs about the Devil or Hell

The first three~

The Devil Went Down to Georgia!
Primus
Love Les Claypool...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9uk9IcoQ0w

Rolling Stones
Sympathy for the Devil
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRGrKGFB2DY


Pearl Jam
Satan's Bed
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oh9FDFQd4pQ

I have rhyme and reason.

peace~

Unless Stand for the Fire Demon counts as a song about hell or the devil:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PapOL54b8y0

Running with the Devil - Van Halen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hNjxJCXfis



peace~

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-bGE_U4RPw

and the Grateful Dead classic
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6y7ODMjGaqk

Kerry Livgren of Kansas with Ronnie James Dio on vocals.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0r8fGmf66VI

Slayer - Altar of Sacrifice

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqW6mKn_x28

Mercyful Fate - Black Funeral

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwfgpT-00O8

Possessed - Pentagram

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xx-nWk593do

One more...

Venom - In Nomine Satanas

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2zZytgZVcU

Hell: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6UnVLK5gU7E

:evilgrin:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcV3gTZmYqo


peace~

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BwxJ46HWXbA


peace~

was about Hell.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PpRKstHl7Y0

although a live version

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T2G9_TbXro4&feature=related

Adding something new....

Drive-by Truckers Where the Devil Don't Stay

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kaF_-tirFeU

but if it's the one I saw, he was mostly mumbling his way through it. That's why I went with the other one, for folks who may not have heard it before. :hi:

pretty funny guy.

"Took my twenty dollar bill and he vanished in the air"... Sounds like my ex-wife. :evilgrin:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XacvydVrhuI

...:thumbsup:

I was ripping through the subject lines when I posted, and totally missed your reference. Nice one. :hi:

...:toast:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cz8IHY4UeVk


A stranger lying on a bar room floor
Had drank so much he could drink no more,
So he fell asleep with a troubled brain
To dream that he rode on that down bound train.

The engine with blood was sweaty and damp
And brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp,
And imps for fuel were shovelling bones
While the furnace rang with a thousand groans.

The boiler was filled with lager beer
The devil himself was the engineer,

The passengers were most a motley crew,
Some were foreigners and others he knew.
Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in rags
Handsome young ladies and wicked old hags.

As the train rushed on at a terrible pace
Sulphuric fumes scorched their hands and face,
Wider and wider the country grew
Faster and faster the engine flew,
Louder and louder the thunder crashed
Brighter and brighter the lighting flashed,

Hotter and hotter the air became
Till their clothes were burned
and they were screaming with pain.
Then out of the distance there came a yell
Ha ha said the devil we're nearing home,

Oh how the passengers shrieked with pain
And begged old Satan to stop that train.

The stranger awoke with an anguished cry
His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high,
He fell on his knees on the bar room floor
And prayed a prayer like never before.

And the prayers and vows were not in vain
For he never rode that down bound train.

Actually, not a bad tune at all. I really liked it when it came out in the late 70's.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMlF993ANRA

Runnin' with the devil.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bl4dEAtxo0M

by Spinal Tap

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPYxkeEQVbs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kegUk34jjhc



peace~

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocLYOrgOwaM

They laughed at their gods
And fought them in vain
So he turned his back on them
And left them in pain
Now here come the saints
With their banners held high
Each one of them martyrs
Quite willing to die

Wake the dead, the saints are in Hell
Wake the dead, they've come for the bell

Cover your fists
Razor your spears
It's been our possession
For eight thousand years
Fetch the scream eagles
Unleash the wild cats
Set loose the king cobras
And blood sucking bats

Wake the dead, the saints are in hell
Wake the dead, they've come for the bell

We are saints
In hell
We are saints
In hell
We're going down
Into the fire
We're going down
Into the fire

The streets run with blood from the mass mutilation
As carnage took toll for the bell

Abattoir, abattoir, mon dieu quelle horreur
For a time is was like second hell

Saints in Hell
Saints in Hell

The battle is over, the saints are alive
How can we all thank you, we felt so despised

Saints in Hell
Saints in Hell
Saints in Hell
Saints in Hell
Saints in Hell
Saints in Hell

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zC8Tp-or6Q

Shout shout shout
Shout shout shout
Shout at the devil

He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night
He's the blood stain on the stage
He's the tear in your eye
Being tempted by his lies
He's the knife in your back
He's rage
He's the razor to the knife
Oh, lonely is our lives
My head's spinnin' round and round
But in the seasons of wither
We'll stand and deliver
Be strong and laugh and


Shout shout shout
Shout at the devil
Shout shout shout

He'll be the love in your eyes
He'll be the blood between your thighs
And then have you Crying for more
He'll put strength to the test
He'll put the thrill back in bed
Sure you've heard it all before
He'll be the risk in the kiss
Might be anger on your lips
Might run scared for the door
But in seasons of wither
We'll stand and deliver
Be strong and laugh and

Shout shout shout
Shout at the devil
Shout shout shout
Shout at the devil

He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night
He's the blood stain on the stage
He's the tear in your eye
Being tempted by his lies
He's the knife in your back
He's rage
He's the razor to the knife
Oh, lonely is our lives
My head's spinnin' round and round
But in the seasons of wither
We'll stand and deliver
Be strong and laugh and

Shout shout shout
Shout at the devil x6
Shout shout shout x5 (fades into background)

the live version featuring the guitar of one Mick Taylor.

From the greatest live album ever recorded (but sadly never officially released) "Brussels Affair"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUDtXhg1BEo

It's no coincidence that the finest music the Stones produced was from '69 to '74 while Taylor was with the band.

I believe it's coming out the end of this month. Gonna have 10 "new" bonus tracks on it. Some of them have been around on the bootlegs for years like "Good Time Women", but they took some other tracks and gave them the old "Tattoo You" treatment (drag the tracks out of the vault and slap a fresh set of vocals on 'em)

And naturally, what stands out on these tracks, even more than 65 year old Mick singing on songs originally recorded when he was in his 20's, is the presence of Mick Taylor.

Here's the "new" single --------> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CK6KA4QILUc

And a sampler of the entire bonus disc --------> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8qgryKckNE

"genius"...It's about time someone realised just how good Old Bill really is - he is an incredible musician and respected blues historian and still an avid fan.

mark

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-UaUUMQaKys


peace~

:hi:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOErZuzZpS8&a=TCQnlwvS9lQ&playnext_from=ML

Arthur Brown

:patriot:

Seems we have similar taste in music from hell.

:toast:

Its number is six hundred and sixty six.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlSidenJ5-E

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQwm1v1R-qM

Ooooh, and 'Shake the Devil' - Tommy Bolin



Ooooh, ooooh, and... hello.

:hi:

:hi:
Just noticed...your first post!
Very cool that it was demonic!:o

peace~

there ain't no asylum here... (well, maybe there is...)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USDlhWJGinI
Every time my son's band was on stage...they played this.
Can't believe I just thought of it....
It was burned in my brain years ago..

peace~

Big Pig - Devil's Song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCHUNoSTNHY


Phantom of the Paradise - Soundtrack - The Hell of it

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYFTbzREY7M


William Elliott Whitmore - Old Devils

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGMuSyjjcRY


:hi:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMQmSvKQpUs

Thank you everyone!
Great songs...

Now I will burn in hell...the National Day of Prayer has ended.;-)

peace & love to all~

hell if I know

:hi:
Yes, it is...
But I don't have to work tomorrow!

So...what the hell?:D I thought I could stay up an hour later...
Going to bed now...........
Sweet dreams :-)


peace~

see ,lil' ol' me called you young lady........me sleepy too, go bye bye now.

:evilfrown:

someone had to admire your cleverosity....and I can relate; no one commented on my ( I thought) brilliant entry into the songs about parts of the body thread: You're So Vein. ( you may now applaud both of us, dear readers)

In other words, I like 'em! :)

:)

:)

Transvestite Bees for Christ! :headbang: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwRgspRKxFQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gtZi-hYZOH0&feature=related

Bathory - Satan My Master
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGVuQhDAhRw&feature=related

Deathspell Omega - Inquisitors of Satan
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DoqNK5Rlep0&feature=related

:rofl:

When my head stops this ringing I'll try it again with the volume waaaayyy down.

:hi:

Bathory's lead singer sounds more like a little demon than the devil, doesn't he? I did find another one by Watain that I liked. I think it was Casus Luciferi but I'm not sure now. Once I started clicking on songs I kind of lost track. And I really liked Deathspell Omega.

Back then they were a pretty standard black metal band, but then this guy Miko Aspa joined the band right after the Inquisitors of Satan CD and they really changed their sound. I think they're one of the best bands going right now, and easily my favorite black metal band.

This is a newer song...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dAGGFaogNVs

I might have to hide it, though. My husband has been putting garlic and crosses around the house lately. }(

Edited to add that there's a lot of variation in that song. Light and shade, as Page would put it. Changes in tempo, volume, even the singing (thank goodness).

Divorce papers will be filed lol.

DO is the cream of the black metal crop right now. Miko Aspa has his fingers in many pies, especially the noise scene (he even runs a zine called Special Interests to cover the noise scene), and he's the straw that stirs the Deathspell drink. His drumming is very odd, swirling at times, and his lyrics are top notch craziness.

Here's my fave song by them. The lyrics are...something else! It's a 22 minute song, so sadly it's in 3 parts, but the only site that has the entire song in one video also has beastiality on the same site, so I'll give this link instead! :rofl:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqMZ9QwlKGs


(“Death is the most terrible thing; And to maintain its works is what requires the greatest strength” – Hegel)

Would it all be absurd?
Or might it make some kind of sense?
I’ve made myself sick wondering about it,
I awake in the morning –
Just the way millions do,
Millions of boys, girls, infants and old men,
Their slumber dissipated forever...
These millions, those slumbers have no meaning.
A hidden meaning?
Hidden, yes, “obviously”!
But if nothing has any meaning, there’s no point in my doing anything.
I’ll beg off.
I’ll use any deceitful means to get out of it,
In the end I’ll have to let go and sell myself to meaninglessness, nonsense:
That is man’s killer;
The one who tortures and kills, not a glimmer of hope left.
But if there is meaning?
Today I don’t know what it is.
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow, who can tell me?
Am I going to find out what it is?
No, I can’t conceive of any “meaning” other than “my” anguish, and as for that,
I know all about it.
And for the time being: nonsense.
Monsieur Nonsense is writing and understands that he is mad.
It’s atrocious.
But his madness, this meaninglessness – how “serious” it has become all of a sudden! –
Might that indeed be “meaningful”?
My life has only a meaning insofar as I lack one: oh, but let me be mad!
Make something of all this he who is able to,
Understand it he who is dying,
And there the living self is, knowing not why,
It’s teeth chattering in the lashing wind:
The immensity, the night engulfs it and,
All on purpose, that living self is there just in order... “not to know”.
But as for God?
God, if he knew, would be a swine.
He would entirely grasp the idea... but what would there be of the human about him?
Beyond, beyond everything... And yet farther, and even farther still...
HIMSELF, in an ecstasy, above an emptiness...

Cognitive activity: God comes to be known in ways that originate in God solely
God is nothing if He is not, in every sense, the surpassing God;
In the sense of common everyday being, in the sense of dread,
Horror and impurity, and, finally, in the sense of nothing...

He is mystery, indeed he is the absolute mystery
Divine disclosure is in direct proportion
To the degree of divine concealment
Intensification of revelation equals
To increase of god’s hiddenness
Descent of the Deus Absconditus

The unreservedly open spirit – open to death, to torment, to joy -,
The open spirit, open and dying,
Suffering and dying and happy, stands in a certain veiled light:
That light is divine.
And the cry that breaks from a twisted mouth may perhaps twist him who utters it,
But what he speaks is an immense alleluia, flung into endless silence, and lost there.

Shall my only victory be available in conscience?
Why is absence the proof, when I demand palpable presence?
There is enough light to enlighten the elect and enough darkness to humble them
There is enough darkness to blind the reprobate and enough clarity to condemn them,
And make them without excuse

Our perception is subject to the fissure of concupiscence
Woestruck am I realizing that the light cast on this
Chiaroscuro world is partial and selective
Division, election and predestination
Enabled by grace or left to one’s own device...

Anguish only is sovereign absolute.
The sovereign is a king no more: it dwells low-biding in big cities.
It knits itself up in silence, obscuring it’s sorrow.
Crouching thick-wrapped, there it waits,
Lies waiting for the advent of Him who shall strike a general terror;
But meanwhile and even so sorrow scornfully mocks at all that comes to pass, at all there is.

From very high above a kind of stillness swept down upon me and froze me
It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels
Shaped from the broad swooping of wings, but it was simpler than that
I became unhappy and felt painfully forsaken, as one is when in the presence of God

She was seated, she held one leg stuck up in the air, to open her crack
Yet wider she used her fingers to draw the folds of skin apart
And so her “old rag and ruin” loured at me, hairy and pink,
Just as full of life as some loathsome squid
“Why”, I stammered in a subdued tone, “Why are you doing that?”
“You can see for yourself”, she said, “I’m God”

No use laying it all up to irony when I say of her that she is GOD.
But GOD figured as a public whore and gone crazy –
That, viewed through the optic of “philosophy”, makes no sense at all.
I don’t mind having my sorrow derided if derided it has to be,
He only will grasp me aright whose heart holds a wound that is an incurable wound,
Who never, for anything, in any way, would be cured of it...
And what man, if so wounded, would ever be willing to “die” of any other hurt?

If there is nothing that surpasses our powers and our understanding,
If we do not acknowledge something greater than ourselves,
Greater than we are despite ourselves,
Something which at all costs must not be,
Then we do not reach the insensate moment towards which we strive
With all that is in our power and which at the same time
We exert with all our power to stave off

I can utter no word, O my God, unless I be permitted by Thee
And can move in no direction until I obtain Thy sanction
It is Thou, O my God, Who hast called me into being through the power
Of Thy might, and has endued me with Thy grace to manifest Thy Cause

The act whereby being – existence – is bestowed upon us
Is an unbearable surpassing of being,
An act no less unbearable than that of dying.
And since, in death, being is taken away from us at the same time it is given us,
We must seek for it in the feeling of dying,
In those unbearable moments when it seems to us that we are dying
Because the existence in us,
During these interludes,
Exists through nothing but a sustaining and ruinous excess,
When the fullness of horror and that of joy coincide.

As I waited for annihilation, all that subsisted in me
Seemed to me to be the dross over which man’s life tarries...

“Diabolus Absconditus”: the conjunction of intellect
And psychotropic-altered senses supported by insistent and archaic sounds

It's amazing. And damn, that's the first time I've ever had to use a dictionary to understand the lyrics to any song. LOL: chiaroscuro - the treatment of light and shade in drawing and painting; concupiscence - lust; dross - refuse or scum from melted metals. So there we have it: light and shade, lust and scum. Now that's rock & roll. :rofl:

The drumming is wonderful. I liked all the instrumentals, in fact.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tngOe3QUMu4&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fl0Q4G4zJu0&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTy1dTjVL5U&feature=related

Oh yeah, I liked the Leviathan clip but I have absolutely no idea what he was saying.

Entire careers have been made of less! :)

And I have no idea what Leviathan is saying either, but with music that cool I don't really care. ;)

:hi:

the growling, or in addition to the growling? Sometimes the lead singer of Ramstein (sp?) uses his real singing voice instead of the growl but their music isn't quite the same, is it?

And hey, don't talk about Jimmy Page that way! :rofl:

I honestly can't think of any black metal bands that don't have hateful vocals. I think when you form a bm band you have to sign a form stating you'll always sing evil. :)


The band Septic Flesh is more death metal, but their singer uses both the growling and a voice like Geoff Tate from Queensryche at times. Mostly just for choruses though, and not very often overall. Still, a pretty cool song. The whole CD is excellent.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hCYtak1naHU&feature=related

And again, not black metal, but the singer in Opeth is amazing and uses numerous vocal styles, often within a single song. There's at least 3 vocal styles in this song...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lk6Q4FpW-sY

Wait, I can think of something. Here's some ambient bm by Xasthur (pronounced Za Sir....go figure). On his brand new one he has a woman singing on some of the tracks. Ok, maybe not singing so much as using her voice for effect. Pretty mellow stuff....great with no lights and a depression!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZJqWu9fTiE&feature=related

The Louvin Brothers classic:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePtYXkRbwr0&feature=related

Hell is for Children

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Sa0MkWoeTk

with guitarists from the Meat Puppets:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNoxq_ttFrw&feature=related

And I love Kurt's greenish cardigan...I have a tan one just like it!

mark

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PR68fIluaSM

peace~

Tom Waits - Black Wings

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuhoXSWV_RI

peace~

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JV1I5T3HRW8


Fade to black...




peace~

Mr. Stanley
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpkdOA1LU5I

:hi:

The Muppets!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5KYQj0-Is98

2, 3!
I hear the train a rollin,
It's comin' straight from hell!
I heard a whistle scream, and I heard somebody yell!
Have you heard about that train?
What's that train?
That train that came from hell!
Hell bound train!
Have you heard about that train?
That hell bound train. (hell bound train)
Still grinding, back sweat pumping, burning, blazing coal,
You're evil, wicked gassed? train is coming for your soul,
Have you heard about that train?
What's that train?
That hell bound train... (hell bound train)
Have you heard about that train?
That hell bound train. (hell bound train)
Well, hell fire, adrenaline pumping, now you start to sweat.
Riding on that hell bound train, good-bye your regrets.
Have you heard about that train?
What's that train?
That train that came from hell?
Hell bound train!
Have you heard about that train?
That hell bound train.
Hell bound train!
Still grinding, back sweat pumping, burning, blazing coal,
You're evil, wicked gassed? train is coming for your soul,
Have you heard about that train?
What's that train?
That hell bound train... (hell bound train)
Have you heard about that train?
That hell bound train. (hell bound train)
Have you heard about that train?
That hell bound train. (hell bound train)
Have you heard about that train?
That that came straight outta hell. (hell bound train)

As it fell out upon one day,
Rich Diverus he made a feast,
And he invited all his friends,
And gentry of the best.

And it fell out upon one day,
Poor Lazarus he was so poor,
He came and laid him down and down.
Evn down at Diverus’ door.

So Lazarus laid him down and down
Even down at Diverus’ door:
‘Some meat, some drink, brother Diverus,
Do bestow upon the poor.’

‘Thou art none of mine brothers, Lazarus,
Lying begging at my door:
No meat, no drink will I give thee,
Nor bestow upon the poor.’

Then Lazarus laid him down and down,
Even down at Diverus’ wall:
‘Some meat, some drink, brother Diverus,
Or surely starve I shall.'

‘Thou art none of mine brothers, Lazarus,
Lying begging at my wall;
No meat, no drink will I give thee,
And surely starve thou shall.’

Then Lazarus laid him down and down,
Even down at Diverus’ gate:
‘Some meat, some drink, brother Diverus,
For Jesus Christ his sake.’

‘Thou art none of mine brothers, Lazarus,
Lying begging at my gate;
No meat, no drink will I give thee,
For Jesus Christ his sake.'

Then Diverus sent out his merry men all,
To whip poor Lazarus away;
They had not power to whip one whip,
But threw their whips away.

Then Diverus sent out his hungry dogs,
To bite poor Lazarus away;
They had not power to bite one bite,
But licked his sores away.

And it fell out upon one day,
Poor Lazarus he sickened and died;
There came two angels out of heaven,
His soul thereto to guide.

‘Rise up, rise up, brother Lazarus,
And come along with me;
There is a place prepared in heaven,
For to sit upon an angel’s knee.’

And it fell out upon one day
Rich Diverus he sickened and died;
There came two serpents out of hell,
His soul thereto to guide.

‘Rise up, rise up, brother Diverus,
And come along with me;
There is a place prepared in hell,
For to sit upon a serpent’s knee.’


(A gloomy song, but I like the last line!)