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Amy Winehouse was a British singer and songwriter who rose to fame in the mid-2000s. Known for her soulful voice and retro-inspired style, she became one of the most iconic artists of her generation. However, the success and fame also came with personal struggles and addiction issues. One of Winehouse's notable performances was her rendition of the song "Mr. Magic" by Grover Washington Jr. The song was originally released in 1974 as an instrumental jazz piece, but Winehouse added her own unique touch to it.

DARGEDIK: One thing that has always captured my attention in Blood Red Throne music from "Monument of Death" (2001) to this "Imperial Congregation". It is the approach with Black Metal elements and Industrial elements which always tells me that we are in front of a difference after many years and according to Alex Webster from Cannibal Corpse. You are one of the last bands with personal sound with Aeon from Sweden. Why does Blood Red Throne's music have this pattern on every album? And what does it feel like to be one of the most consistent bands in Death Metal in Norway? Coz I think you're the only one that has more than 10 productions into Black Metal country.

Coz since your start, the first two were released by Hammerheart Records, then the next three were released by Earache Records, then in 2011 2013 were released by Sevared Records. But he moved back to his hometown, far away from my hometown, and back at that time, we had this strange thought that all members had to live in the same city, haha.

The song was originally released in 1974 as an instrumental jazz piece, but Winehouse added her own unique touch to it. Her version of "Mr. Magic" showcased her incredible vocal range and emotive delivery.

BLOOD RED THRONE LYRICS

Use the mask
I don't want to see your inside
I will not kill you
I will watch you die by your own hands
They once called it spiteful malice
Now, in anticipation of you being helpful
You only destroy
It is so
Mind chaos
The dying inside
Your scars, gone
Under your skin
Worms.
Eating.

Living in what you called your soul

Your words when you reach for the bell
God, I wish for hell
A world of dead prophets
A world of not yet spoken wisdom
This primitive machine
Eating your heart out
Reincarnation
I say pulverization
My coffin will not exist
It is eternally, it never stops
You want to hate
Take my scars
Create my pain
But your mind sleeps
Sealed by belief

2. Harme

Dyrk ikke skjønnheten, fordi den er falmende
Dyrk ikke kjærligheten, fordi den er døende
Dyrk ikke troen, fordi den kan svekkes
Dyrk ikke håpet, fordi det kan mistes

Dyrk forråtnelsen, fordi den alltid blomstrer
Dyrk hatet, fordi det alltid spirer
Dyrk mistroen, fordi den alltid gror
Dyrk håpløsheten, fordi den er evig

Gi ikke latter næring
Et smil er den visse død
Vis ingen tegn til omsorg
Vis ingen tegn til svakhet
La ikke dagen gry
En morgen er den visse død
Vis ingen tegn til anger
Vis ingen tegn til frykt

Gi ikke troen liv
Et dåp er den visse død
Vis ingen ?
Vis ingen tegn til nåde
Vis ingen tegn til nåde

La ikke dagen gry
En morgen er den visse død
Vis ingen tegn til anger
Vis ingen tegn til frykt

Gi ikke latter næring
Et smil er den visse død
Vis ingen tegn til omsorg
Vis ingen tegn til svakhet

3. Your Cold Flesh

Your cold flesh covers my eyes.
From the burning of chapels we rise.
My nails under your skin,
Makes your blood touch the air.
Keeping you down, wearing your crown,
The crown of salvation, the divine erection, fading your light.
You will wake up, just to see a piece,
Of the hammer inside your eye,

You will be eaten alive.
You will fall to the ground, you shall feel the wrath.
You shall no longer live.
You will never die.
You shall make me smile.
You shall feel the cursed.
You will be left alone.
You will be unknown.
You will never again be strong.
You shall never be saved.
You shall be killed
You shall be killed by me.
. Turns cold.
Never see the stars again.
Trapped like inside a womb, death prevails.
Killing the monster, killing the master.
The psychic terrified god licks my hands
The killer. feast on your flesh.
Could we go even darker?

4. Human Fraud

Some issues will stay unanswered
Making room for speculation
The one thing we know for certain
Religious beliefs are based on mythology
Confirmed by history
And the very essence of human beings
Only the narrow minded
Refused to acknowledge and accept this

We cannot destroy you
Or convince you with logic
But we'll wait and rest assure;
Your faith will come to an end

The truth is without limit
Who's to claim it on human right creation
It the fear of decide
When killing is an act of a non-existing god

History repeats itself
It always has and always will
Its a question of viewing
Humanity in the right context

Therein lies the answer to the secret
It isn't hard to grasp or even understand
But it is threatening in its simplicity
And you cannot see it (and you cannot see it).

5. Demand

Manipulate the beast, serving, control
Swallow the praise of dirt
Salvation for me

There is no such thing as salvation

Chaos supreme.
Cut out my tongue, and I will tell you the truth
It grabs me, it makes me remember the devil.
The curse stands as a monument In time, forever.
These are the skulls of tomorrow

Kill. fade away
And once again
I use my knife,
This time I cut your bone.
Your flesh falls to the ground.
Your blood hits my eyes.
I crawl inside your head, bringing out your dead.

Watch them cry
22 days of struggle.
Praise, fight, desire, demand

And we bring you the glory
The throne will never fall.
No longer dead.

Manipulate the beast
Serving, control
Swallow the praise of dirt
Salvation for me

And we bring you the glory
The Throne will never fall
No longer dead

6. Throne Of Damnation

Dead Eyes in hollow shells
A distant rumbling in this hell
Clinging to existence, infected lives
Fungus of humanity in decay thrives

How morbid you are in total failure

A leading star; but also descending
Formless, disengaged and mordant in reason
(by all means) vindicate your action,
But we see your ending

Isolated and dead congregation
No longer in exile or hibernation
An epach is over, rejoice, rejoice!
Prepare for a head count of our enemies loss
No room for believers or erratic behavior
Rid the world of this pestilent plague
In times of enlightment they've been outspoken

You have conquered the throne of damnation
All there is to inherit; a worlds demise
You have conquered the throne of damnation
Crown yourself king of everything despised

Throne of damnation
Souls of damnation

7. Prove Yourself Dead

The mark has been set, there is no escape
Progression is gone
Weak imitations infesting the world
With infected beings, incurable hoax

I lament mankind, proclaiming our death
Progression is gone
How can we breed, continue to grow

Blinded and caged, feeding an hate
Prove me wrong, and you'll dethrone yourself
By proving me wrong, you will prove yourself dead

Slowly, slowly I ran my knife into your chest
Units force me to stab you down
They cannot let you have this world
'cause it's turning into a living hell
Once there home, it was
Prove them wrong,
And you will prove yourself dead

Prove him wrong, and you will prove yourself dead. [x2]

The mark has been set, there is no escape
Progression is gone
Weak imitations infesting the world

Prove him wrong,
and you'll prove yourself dead [x2]

8. Not Turgenjev, But Close

I dress in the skin of
What is already dead
I take on the part
Which the surroundings expect
Though there unaware
Of the anti-life inside
My thoughts circle around
The opposite of asphyxia,
Because that's what I am
(I haven't been anything else
For a very long time)

It has been written alot about
The overwhelming darkness
But it didn't Clearly state
The amount of insight it contains
It knows more than the light
It wreathes me and observes me from all angles

Maybe I am to be born now?
I look upon that day with fear and horror

I have reconciled myself
With my thoughts and vision
It took ages, but now its over
I can accept the obvious
Because its what you see
I can live with the hatred and self contempt,
But I cannot survive the disgust and nausea of others

If they were to experience me from the inside
Beneath the unasphyxiated exterior

I have reconciled myself
with my thoughts and visions
it took ages, but now it's over
I can accept the obvious,
because it's what you see
I can live with the hatred and self-contempt,
but I cannot survive the disgust and nausea of others

I look upon that day with fear and horror
The day when suicide becomes inevitable
Because it will arrive, That, I know.

9. Ten Steps Of Purgatory

Why do you claim that there are nine steps
When in fact it's ten?

A gateway before menothing more than a simple door
I walk towards it, shivering
As I reach the threshold I hesitate
Aware of the pitch black darkness
Ready to take hold of my soul once I'm inside

One step forward and my life is irrevocably lost
Thought this is no time for second thoughts,
It is impossible not to be affected
By the dismal and uncanny presence of doom;
The hands of hell call out for me
The abyss is already glaring in my eyes

Now, in this very moment
My left leg has crossed the line
The first step and my mind is absorbed
Disembodied from the spirit and soul
I do not know this place I'm at,
Though it feels familiar
Suddenly it all becomes very clear and silent
And the silence is piercing
Whatever's left of mean oxymoron in limbo?
How peculiar. I cannot stay here for too long

As it's the only place I'm meant to be
My fate is to finish the ten steps of purgatory
Someone is drawing an invisible circle and
Forces me to count it, nine times
Is this hell?
I ask, but no answer
Am I being judged by actions I couldn't control
Suffering sins and crimes I did not commit
Just because I got drawn towards the darkness
Why do you claim that there are nines steps,
When in fact it's ten

There is no such thing as salvation

Winehouse's performance of "Mr. Magic" captured the essence of her talent and artistry. She breathed new life into the song, infusing it with her signature soulful sound. Her ability to convey raw emotions through her music was evident in this performance. Unfortunately, Winehouse's struggles with addiction eventually took a toll on her career and personal life. She battled with substance abuse for several years, leading to multiple arrests and stints in rehab. Her untimely death in 2011 shocked the music world and left a void that has yet to be filled. "Mr. Magic" remains a testament to Winehouse's undeniable talent and her ability to connect with audiences through music. Her soulful interpretation of the song is a reminder of the impact she had on the music industry during her tragically short career. Amy Winehouse's legacy continues to live on through her music, and her performance of "Mr. Magic" serves as a testament to her enduring influence..

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