þú ert alltaf að senda eikkað svona dót inn með eikkurm svíta metal texta eða eikkað stiga hóra:D

Mér finnst COB mjög skemmtilegt band en ef það er eitthvað band sem er með texta sem maður á ekki að vitna í, þá er það COB. Textarnir þeirra eru langoftast sorp.

Þetta er nú bara með verri textum sem ég hef lesið.

þú spammar korkum eins og að þú værir írsk kanína á einhverjum fæðingarsterum

As we're walking through the fire,
that burns within us all.

All wrecked and fucked I wonder if this is the way
I'm supposed to go. But that is all I ever got, that
is all I'll ever get, so I just let it go..

bwaaahahaha!

geðveikt lag, en slappur texti

Children Of Bodom textarnir eru veikasti hlekkur hljómsveitarinnar, ef það er einhver texti sem vert er að pósta þá er það Angel Of Death með Slayer. Flottasti texti sem ég hef á ævi minni séð.

Auschwitz, the meaning of pain
The way that I want you to die
Slow death, immense decay
Showers that cleanse you of your life
Forced in
Like cattle, you run
Stripped of
Your life’s worth
Human mice, for the angel of death
Four hundred thousand more to die
Angel of death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Sadistic, surgeon of demise
Sadist of the noblest blood
Destroying, without mercy
To benefit the aryan race
Surgery, with no anesthesia
Fell the knife pierce you intensely
Inferior, no use to mankind
Strapped down screaming out to die
Angel of death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher,
Angel of death

Pumped with fluid, inside your brain
Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes
Burning flesh, drips away
Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil
Frigid cold, cracks your limbs
How long can you last in this frozen water burial?
Sewn together, joining heads
Just a matter of time ’til you rip yourselves apart
Millions laid out in their
Crowded tombs
Sickening ways to achieve
The holocaust
Seas of blood, bury life
Smell your death as it burns
Deep inside of you
Abacinate, eyes that bleed
Praying for the end of
Your wide awake nightmare
Wings of pain, reach out for you
His face of death staring down,
Your blood running cold
Injecting cells, dying eyes
Feeding on the screams of
The mutants he’s creating
Pathetic harmless victims
Left to die
Rancid angel of death
Flying free

(leads: hanneman, king, hanneman, king, hanneman)

Angel of death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher,
Angel of death

Angel of death

Hef ekki heyrt lagið en þetta er slappur texti verð ég að segja =P

yndislegt lag .. fkn snilld

Ég verð nú að vera sammála því að Cob eru alls ekki góðir að semja, þó svo ég dýrka þetta band. Þá eru þeir ekki þeir bestu menn í það að gera texta.

Ef þér langar að heyra geggjað lag og besta texta sem þú getur fundið á ævi þinni. Þá mæli ég með Dark Funeral - Godhate. Get ekki annað en sagt að þetta er bara MESTSNILLDEVER!!$%#. Ef þér langar að fá hroll, hlustaðu á þetta lag og lestu textan með.

In the land of Israel, not too long ago.
A man sat in his prison cell, watching the moonlight.
They called him the king of Jews, but he had no crown.
All he had were his hope, for the coming of his Lord.
A Lord that isn't there when you are in need,
A lord so full of shit, you will die for his deeds.

Guilty or not, you're full of shit.
Spreading your lies that too many believes.
You are a fake, and I know the truth.
I know your name and your god I do hate.

When the moon fades away, the rise of sawn.
Our self-proclaimed king, he starts to cry.

Guilty, guilty!!!
You will die upon your cross, amongst the other thieves.
Guilty, guilty!!!
You will die upon your cross, amongst the other thieves.

The day has now arrived, and it is time for you to die.
Still blinded by stupidity, believing you are Christ.
Walking down the streets of Jerusalem,
covered in spit, from the people you loved.

Guilty or not, you're full of shit.
Spreading your lies that too many believes.
You are a fake, and I know the truth.
I know your name and your god I do hate.

Guilty, guilty!!
You will die upon your cross, amongst the other thieves.

In the land of Israel, not too long ago.
A fake sat in his prison cell, watching the moonlight.
They called him the king of Jews, but he was a clown.
And every nail through his flesh is delivered by me.

Guilty, guilty!!!
You will die upon your cross, amongst the other thieves.