#Christian Heavy Metal

[zombie-projects]

Me, a Catholic metalhead when people call metal satanic:

[curiositysavesthecat]

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[actualfucking]

Type O Negative "Christian Woman" (1993)

[x-heesy]

𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘

𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘

𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘

𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘

𝕴 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖊, 𝖜𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖓’𝖙 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖐𝖊

𝕴𝖙’𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖇𝖊, 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐

𝕴 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖜𝖊’𝖗𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖉𝖆𝖞, 𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖞

𝕴’𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖆𝖐�� 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖗

𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘

𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘

𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘

𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘

𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖓, 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖆𝖞

𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖊𝖊, 𝖘𝖊𝖙 𝖚𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊

𝖂𝖍𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖓’𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖊𝖊? 𝕮𝖆𝖓’𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑?

𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑

𝕴 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖞, 𝖜𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖓’𝖙 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖉

𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙’𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖇𝖊, 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖚𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐

Roots Bloody Roots by Sepultura 🇧🇷

@bigbonzo @necro69mancer

[gravityconstant]

Doom Metal1 / Death Rock2 / Heavy Metal3 / Nu Metal3 stamps

If you’re OP and want them to be removed, DM ME!

[chaoticmetalheroine]

[thefugitivesaint]

Nino Carbe (1909-1993), 'The Little Mermaid', ''Heavy Metal'', April 1980

[deathwhoregutfucker]

shit. might just have to breakdown and do a lifelover + hypothermia + psychonaut 4 + DSBM catboy/dogboy au. read all about it under the cut, i’ll shield all of the normal people from my gay craziness.

i apologize in advanced. i know how nuts i am! don't need to remind me!

i'm also probably gonna do a thrash metal one too and for SURE i'll be doing a black metal one.

[also kind of a gore warning because of niklas]

Kim Carlsson - 🐱

like, is he not the 🐱emoji?!? IS HE NOT?! he’s just a cute little guy. @gloryofnegativity and i were talking about how much of a catboy he is, he’s just soooo fucking catboy coded, it’s not even funny anymore.

like don’t you wanna just let him curl up on your chest and fall asleep? would he not go outside in the woods for the entire day and you’d be scared and wouldn’t know where he is and he’d just come back to you every single time?!?

like look at the guy!! don't you just wanna pet himmmmm!!!!?!?!/?1//1/1/1/1/!?/1

Trist - 🐕

dogboy 100%. he just looks so needy in the second picture--i just can't. like he's begging you for a treat. he just needs it. he would be such a good puppy like you don't even get it. so obedient. he would hang out with graf a lot too since they would both be pretty chill.

he would be besties with kitty cat kim too. just look at them!!

we love puppyboy trist.

David Graf - 🐈‍⬛

total black cat vibes, but one of those freaky lil guys. he would be extremely anti social, he would have a majorrrrrrr biting and scratching problem, but he would also be kim’s best friend. i feel like kim would be a lot more high energy than graf, and kim would drain his social battery in no time (especially when he would have his catnip)

graf wouldn't really be cuddly either but i feel like he’d be veryyyy sleepy. like all the time. maybe he would cuddle with kim if he was super super super tired, but only sometimes.

i feel like the only dog that he would like would be trist since trist would be very easy going.

S.D. Ramirez - 🐕

dogboy allll the mother fuckin way. dude, just look at the guy! he would be extremely high energy, like he’d run around and knock shit over. he'd be best friends with graf obviously, no question about it.

Niklas - 🐕 DOGBOY ALL DAY

there's absolutely no question about it. he’d be a whole lot more destructive than ramirez. he’s the type that you’d have to put down for biting one (or three) too many people, especially when it would come to defending david and kim and everyone.

he would always be messing around with christian and getting on his nerves. trying to bite him and scratch him. trying to play with him whenever he was tired. he would certainly make christian take a bunchhhhhhh of catnip and get him all fucked up.

oh, and he also had a piercing on one of his ears. just letting you know.

Christian Larsson - 🐱

he’s just a cute little kitty just like kim. they’d also be best friends. catboy chris would be chill, but he’d have some energy to him too. he would be friends with niklas, but like i said before, niklas would do just about everything to get on his nerves.

just had to throw that in here. you know i had to. not sorry about it.

[artofkhaos404]

The band tanks we painted yesterday.

Relient K was done by a friend. I don't usually go for yellow stuff but she and I figured the design would match the laces on my docs. "Long Live the Rebels" is both a song and album by Disciple. Now I have merch to go see them in!

[oldshowbiz]

The Stryper Report

[mfelewzi]

Sangreal - Vision and Life [OFFICIAL LYRIC VIDEO]

An interesting past Epic Metal Project, that prove how Christianity and its Symbology is Perfect for Epic and Power Metal as Norse and Greek Mythology. Ah, dear @stardust948 and @francisofgotham1 , if you are interested, but I need to Say you that half of the members of this project were italians, and take more from Catholicism than other christian confessions (starting with the title and the cover, a clear reference to Transubstantation).

[frauschneidersfrau]

So, could you write a richard smut with Lots of fluff... maybe on a hot summer day, like that. Thankss :)

yay! thank you for this request! hope you enjoy!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 〣 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐤𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞

the following story is indeed smutty, but the lovely kind. the warnings are as follows; it’s just sex.

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THE SUN BLAZED HIGH IN THE SKY, casting a golden hue over the quiet countryside. A soft breeze teased the long grass, carrying the scent of wildflowers and the distant echo of cicadas. The heat was almost oppressive, pressing down like a heavy blanket, making the air shimmer and wave. In the middle of this sun-soaked paradise, you found yourself lying under the shade of a large oak tree, enjoying the brief respite from the relentless summer sun.

Next to you, stretched out lazily on the soft blanket, was Richard. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the glistening sheen of sweat on his chest, a few stray drops trailing down his toned abs. His dark hair was damp and tousled, falling carelessly over his intense eyes as he looked at you, a lazy smile playing on his lips. Despite the heat, or maybe because of it, everything felt slow and languid, the world seeming to narrow down to just the two of you in this secluded spot.

“Too hot for you?” Richard asked, his deep voice rough but teasing. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. The warmth of his touch sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“It’s perfect,” you replied, your voice soft, almost a whisper. “Just like this.”

He chuckled, the sound low and rich, resonating through the stillness. “You always know how to make a man feel good,” he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. His lips were warm, a contrast to the cool shade, and the simple touch made your heart flutter.

The two of you had escaped to this hidden spot, far from the chaos of his life on the road. Here, there were no cameras, no fans, and no distractions—just the hum of nature and the steady thrum of your heartbeats, in sync with each other.

You shifted closer to him, resting your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. Richard wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your back. It was moments like these that you cherished the most—when the world fell away and it was just you and him, wrapped up in the simplicity of your love.

“You know,” he began, his voice a soft rumble, “I could stay like this forever. Just us, away from everything else.”

You smiled, closing your eyes as you savoured the feel of his heartbeat against your cheek. “Me too,” you murmured, your fingers trailing over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of each breath. “It’s perfect.”

The heat of the day wrapped around you both, a cocoon of warmth and comfort. Richard’s hand slid up to tangle in your hair, his fingers gentle, but firm as he tilted your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark.

“Come here,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss that seemed to melt the world around you. The warmth of his mouth, the taste of him, was intoxicating, making you lose yourself in the softness of his touch. His kiss was unhurried, savouring every second as if time had stopped, leaving only the two of you in this perfect, sun-drenched moment.

Without a word, you crawled over to him, straddling his hips. His hands immediately found your waist, fingers gripping tightly as he pulled you closer, his touch hot against your skin. You could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against you, even through the layers of clothing, and it sent a surge of desire straight to your core.

“Richard…” you breathed, your voice thick with need. You leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. He responded instantly, his mouth moving against yours with a hunger that matched your own. His hands roamed your body, sliding under your shirt, his touch sending sparks of electricity across your skin.

“God, I want you,” he growled against your lips, his voice rough and raw. He pulled back just enough to yank your shirt over your head, tossing it aside carelessly before diving back in, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

You gasped, arching into him as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, desperate for more. His hands slid down to your shorts, deftly undoing the button and pushing them down your hips. You lifted yourself just enough to help him, and in a matter of seconds, you were left bare before him.

Richard’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, his gaze smouldering with desire. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He reached out, running his hands over your body, tracing every curve, every dip as if committing it all to memory.

The intensity of his touch, the heat of his gaze, sent a rush of arousal pooling between your thighs. You needed him—now. You leaned down, capturing his lips in another searing kiss, grinding your hips against him, feeling the hard length of his cock pressing against you. He groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you, only stoking the fire that burned within.

“Patience,” he murmured, though his voice was strained as if he was barely holding onto control. His hands gripped your hips, stilling your movements as he rolled you onto your back, his body pressing down on top of yours. The weight of him, the feel of his skin against yours, was intoxicating.

But patience was the last thing on your mind. You reached down between you, unbuttoning his pants with trembling fingers, eager to feel him, to take him inside you. Richard hissed in pleasure as you freed his cock, the thick, rigid length pulsing with need. He kicked off his pants, leaving you both bare to each other, the heat of the day matched only by the fire in your veins.

For a moment, he paused, his eyes locked on yours, filled with an emotion that went deeper than just desire. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice rough with passion.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice breathless, full of want.

And then, there was no more holding back. Richard claimed your mouth in a bruising kiss as he lined himself up with your entrance, pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside you. The stretch, the fullness, was overwhelming, but it was everything you needed.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. “Please, Richard,” you gasped, your nails digging into his back. “Don’t hold back.”

With a low growl, he began to move, each thrust deep and powerful, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. The pace was slow at first, teasing, but it quickly grew more intense, more urgent. His hips snapped against yours, driving into you with a ferocity that stole your breath, his mouth leaving a trail of heated kisses along your collarbone, your neck, your lips.

Every movement, every touch, was filled with passion, with need. The world around you dissolved, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in each other, lost in the pleasure that built and built until it was almost too much to bear. You could feel the tension coiling in your belly, tight and hot, ready to snap.

“Come for me,” Richard growled, his voice rough, desperate. “Let go.”

His words were your undoing. With a cry, you shattered around him, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave. Your body clenched around him, pulling him deeper, and with a few more powerful thrusts, he followed you over the edge, spilling into you with a low, guttural moan.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the distant hum of the summer evening. Slowly, Richard collapsed beside you, pulling you close, his arms wrapping around you as you both came down from the high.

He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice soft, full of awe.

You smiled, your heart still racing, but now with a deep, contented warmth. “So are you,” you murmured, snuggling closer into his embrace.

As the sun finally dipped below the horizon, the heat of the day gave way to the coolness of the night, but the warmth between you and Richard remained, burning brightly, as intense and passionate as ever.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the sultry air. “I love you,” he whispered, the words hanging between you like a promise.

You smiled, your heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of happiness and peace. “I love you too, Richard.”

With the sun sinking lower in the sky, the two of you lay together, content in each other’s arms, letting the warmth of the day fade into the coolness of the evening. There was no rush, no need to do anything but be together. As the stars began to peek through the twilight, you knew that this moment, this perfect, quiet love, was something you would carry with you always.

[bestbidani]

Years ago, someone recommended a Gojira song to me (I think it was 1990 quadrillions de tonnes). I didn't vibe with it (still don't vibe with that song really), said "eh, not my thing" and moved on. I assumed all their music sounded like that so I kind of avoided them after that.

Until hearing their performance at the Olympics. It gave me goosebumps. I just kept watching it on repeat. I thought "Ok, they gotta have some songs that sound more like this." So over a few days, I sat down and listened to their entire discography.

I'm kicking myself for being an idiot. Their music is so damn good. There's a few tracks from their first 2 albums that are ok, but the other 5 albums? My god.

Listening to them is an experience. Half the tracks gave me goosebumps. Some of their songs made me very emotional. The only other times I remember having such an strong reaction when discovering a band are when I first heard Helena by MCR at 12-13 years old, and when I first heard Linkin Park at 6 years old. Maybe also Metallica, but I'd been listening to them with my step-dad since I was like... 3.

I'm absolutely obsessed with this band now. They sound like genuinely cool dudes. I saw some videos from some of their shows in the past 5 years and determined I gotta see them live. I bought tickets to see them in Charlotte next month and I can't wait. I hope they do another tour soon where they're the headliner. I'll make a point to get my ass into the pit.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

ETERNAL SPOKESMAN FOR THE SUPER-SEVENTIES DOOMED GENERATION.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on pioneering American heavy rock/DOOM metal frontman, Bobby Liebling, vocalist lyricist for heavy metal band, PENTAGRAM, c. early to mid '70s, USA.

"Some people thinkI'm an advocate of Lucifer, And some say I'm a child of God -- yes they do, Some people think I've got the nine lives of a cat, And others say I'm filthy as a dog, So you be forewarned, I'm coming after you, About the time I catch up to you, I'll never, No I'll never, I'll never let you go -- alright!"

-- "Be Forewarned" (1994) by PENTAGRAM

Source: https://sfbgarchive.48hills.org/sfbgarchive/2010/03/23/five-stars-doom-metal-miracles-pentagram.

[we-will-swallow-your-soul]

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                     Loving you was like loving the dead