Probably a topic that has been touched over, and over, and over again, but here I go:

I grew up in a catholic family, so religion is something I´d admit is a very important part of my life, although I no longer identify myself as a catholic, due to pope Francis´ non-give-a-fuckery regarding pedophilia, I still live by christian values and believe in God, however, to my parents, more specifically my mother, metal is exactly what they where always told; a bunch of satanic, senseless and evil bunch of noises. I find it ironic that the same person that introduced me to the world of metal is the same person that desperately wants me to leave it, my mother was the one that first played Hysteria by Def Leppard and immediately made me fall in love with this type of music, and as time went by I started varying my tastes widely, from very light things that aren´t metal at all, like Billy Joel or Dire Straits, to extremelly violent things like Anaal Nathrakh. Needless to say; my mother is not happy at all.
Knowing very well that blasting Hell is Empty and all the Devils are Here would be begging for conflict, I use headphones, but that´s just not enough for her, because for some reason, listening to that kind of music "rots you heart, mind and soul" and "You´re not even comulgating anymore" or "You´re messing with the devil", all while my father is more of the "I think it´s wrong, but if you like it, you like it and that´s that".

I very recently entered college, but I still need to live with my parents, as I haven´t yet gotten a job and the university is fairly close to my parent´s house, so I´m still forced to living with them, and we all know what that means, hell, it´s even a phrase on a song "You gotta praise The Lord while you´re in my home" (As if I didn´t anymore) and I´m getting more and more frustrated with her, at my age she still has the supreme authority to just go around and taking my earphones away so I can´t listen to my "devil worshiping music", just as she does with my "violent" videogames (Mind you, I´ve paying with my savings for all of this shit!). It´s fucking pathetic and I don´t know what to do.

Any suggestions?

yeah, move out asap. get a job if necessary. maybe share an apartment with someone else to save on living expenses. does your college offer some kind of living quarters to students? go ask about that.
sure, I'm trying a shot in the dark here, but chances are that some distance between the two of you may readjust (i.e. improve) your relationship. you're growing up, and my guess is your mother doesn't really comprehend that.
also, living on your own or with someoneelse is great fun. seriously, move out.

If you're old enough to go to college then you're old enough to get a job and find a place to live. I have a friend who experiences much of the same and, each time she gripes, I remind her she's 23 and can leave the house.

I don’t think you need to do anything drastic. It seems that your mum has a very fixed idea about the kind of imagery in metal’s music and lyrics, which seems reasonable given stuff like Anaal Nathrakh. You won’t be able to convince her that it’s not satanic or involved heavily with darkness. Fine.

However, as the others have pointed out, you’re not a kid anymore and you can make your own decisions. As a mother, she probably just wants to make sure that you’re not going to ruin your life (go to prison, do drugs, become a priest of Satan, etc.), which you should understand. One way you can improve the situation is by being adult about it. Show her that you’re responsible and not being negatively influenced by the music. Have a detailed discussion about some of the borderline bands you listen to (maybe not black metal for now). I feel like she won’t change her view on the music, but she might be able to change her view on you.

Not really an eternal conflict. Just a few years at most. I mostly suggest enduring it for now, until you can move out or your mother stops giving a shit, which will probably happen sooner than you think.

My mum used to think it was a damaging habit and "devil music" when I started getting into metal too. Now she asks me to include Helstar and Candlemass into her work playlists.

Not Christian (our whole family are godless Communists in many generations), but my father made a prediction when I was younger, that by the time I turn 30 I only listen to schlager and tango. He knows a lot of stuff, but that didn't happen. My early girlfriend's parents were more of that Christian type, always lecturing and hiding her evil black metal records away.

Would that whole satan worshipping sub-culture even happened without hardcore Christians trying to find backwards messages from albums and all that shit. Don't know, maybe.

Play her some Delain, Wytch Hazel, Pantokrator, those early Sabbath songs where they sing about not worshipping satan, you idiots. Might help ? Show her that some of it is made by good church-going people, is actually Christian music, or that the founders weren't exactly bathed in goat's blood ?

Never hurts to try relating through music with your parents, helps with mine !

My family were all godless punk rockers, anarchists, general leftie types, red star at night, commissars' delight and all that. I've been working on my catechism for the last few years, and arguing through various heresies with the local priest.

^I'd tend to lean toward Methuen's perspective as well. Those are some good recommendations and I can offer plenty more Christian metal recommendations that you might enjoy too.

Something to keep in mind as well: Your parents are most likely holding this line because they love you and honestly believe that this is the best for you. Regardless of whether they're right or not... having loving parents is a huge blessing that far too many are without and it's worthwhile to do your best in maintaining that relationship. Anyways, I'm not aware of any good arguments against metal (i.e. it's somehow inherently evil, etc.) so it might be worthwhile to have a respectful discussion/debate with your parents about it. Exactly what is it that they don't like? Why do they believe that, and more specifically: where in the Bible do they find support for their arguments? Are they consistent in those beliefs (i.e. do they watch movies with equivalently "bad" content)? Ideally, you'd win them over and that'd be it. But maybe some sort of compromise would be in order, such as them allowing you to continue listening to your music but you agree to a weekly Bible study as a family together or something.

My mom raised us on horror films and the works of Stephen King. We were never sheltered to R-rated films, but the day Mortal Kombat entered out home, she became all concerned it was going to destroy us, wrapped up in the fervor of the news at the time. After this, my brother (year and a half younger) and I would basically go out of our way to show her how gruesome things could get until we just completely desensitized her to everything.

Of all things, it was Mortal Kombat on the original Game Boy, which she bought for my brother for Xmas, so figure that out. You'd have to go out of your way to get messed up by that game. We said she was ridiculous, so more violent films, music, and games would follow and we'd happily inundate her with those things just to make a point about her over-reacting to things. From Testament's Souls of Black ("that's witchcraft") to Deicide's Once Upon the Cross (eye roll and walk away from autopsied Jesus picture), to showing her any latter-day Mortal Kombat game. She's watched my son and I play against each other as we laugh at the fatalities and brutalities.

But then, only my Dad was particularly religious, and even he didn't seem to care what we listened to, watched, or played. He was always more of the "do whatever, I can't control you" mindset. The content was never a major point of contention with my folks, and it was never something that they would or could take away from us.

And I don't take it away from my son. I've been careful over the years of the things he gets introduced to, more so than I was, particularly on movies. But I know my son, and we talk about these things. He's 16 now and that's basically an age where he's going to find shit on his own anyway, and I'd rather find ways to use it for us to bond. We started Borderlands 3 and have been playing Mortal Kombat 11, Divinity: Original Sin 2, Diablo III, and Injustice 2 most of the year. I show him the wild mix of new music I get from Death Angel to Seether, from Five Finger Death Punch to Anaal Nathrakh.

The biggest mistake parents make in these moments is alienating their children. Instead of bonding with them, they put up a barrier. My son and I have a great relationship because I refused to put up that barrier. I don't take away the things the he finds on his own (he's become quite a Call of Duty and Rainbow Six fan entirely on his own) or through is friends and we are able to share a lot of others.

Parents clinging to bullshit religions, superstitions, or any other silliness to the point that it interferes with their the relationship they have with their kids are missing out on the best years of the lives of their offspring. Don't really care if anyone is offended by me calling religions bullshit. We all need to do serious examinations of our views, and this music has been one of the ways I've been able to do that. Granted, I basically dumped religion when I was about 11. The point is, no one can prove any god exists, but we know our children do. And I'm not going to neglect my son for something that can't be shown to be real.

I'm so glad I never had to deal with this shit. I remember being 11 and buying Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia by Dimmu Borgir at Best Buy, and showing my mom to make sure it was ok. The conservation was-

"That's a tit, ain't it? Jeff [my dad], what do you think?"
"He's corrupt anyways"
"Ok go buy it"

Both of them are non-religious, although both my mom and I consider ourselves somewhat deistic while my dad is basically a staunch Atheist. The whole Satanism thing from black metal, to them, seemed like a derivative of what Alice Cooper was doing when they were in their late teens/young adulthood. I had some awesome parents growing up. They cared about me, but weren't so overly protective that it was over bearing.

My version is less comedic, but just as eye-opening. When deliberating what my first Korn album should be (gateway drug), I noticed that one had a “Parental Guidance” sticker and one didn’t. So I asked my mum if she minded which one I got, and she said it didn’t matter as long as I didn’t repeat what I heard in terms of swearing, etc. So I bought the one with the “Parental Guidance” sticker and later ended up getting the other album too. That one included just as much swearing, but the PMRC had let it slide.

Moral of the story: If you don’t really understand it yourself, you can’t protect your kids from it.

Wasn’t a problem for me. By the time I got listening to the more “evil” subgenres of metal, my parents’ already patchy devotion to religion had faded to watching Jesus Christ Superstar at Easter and A Christmassy Ted.
Also I suspect that my dad was at one time a metalhead. He is aware of, though no longer listens to, some lesser-known (by mainstream folks) bands like Blind Guardian and even Carcass.

If you live in your parent's house, you must follow their rules. Get out or give up on metal, or at least, hide your CDs

THAT is what makes you disassociate from Catholicism? Not the absurd beliefs they have?What are Christian values? What?Calling Def Leppard metal.

If you are in college perhaps it should be more important than the music you listen to or video games you play.

What happened to rebelling against your parents with loud, obnoxious rock music? Stick it to the man!

That is amazing. Goes to show why not always avoiding conflict just because of rules can be good for everyone.

This, SO MUCH THIS! You don't know how blessed you are until you meet some fucked up stereotypes in your life as an adult and you realize that ALL of them grew up in broken homes.

Yeah, man, I'm super proud of my mum, haha. She grew up on this idea that all metal music is screaming, indecipherable stuff about Satan, so it's understandable she was kinda apprehensive for a while. Then she heard "Hallowed Be Thy Name" and was just completely blown away by Bruce Dickinson, and started asking me for more stuff like that. She's never gonna get into Carcass or something, but the fact that she listens to fucking Gamma Ray while working at the bakery just makes me super happy.

Your mum is supercool sir!

Sounds like my mom too. I don't think she listens to much of the stuff nowadays but I got her to love bands like Maiden, Iced Earth, and Dream Theater when I was in high school. She had a rule about not buying me any albums for me that were blasphemous (I know she disliked Slayer because of the God Hates Us All title), but I didn't really mind me buying them with my own money.

I like Kerrick's point... to a point.

I don't think loving, well-intentioned parents are all that rare. But combined with openness and rational understanding? Yes, we should appreciate our parents for their love, support, and the work they put in, but it's not all on kids.

One of the most important parts of growing up is realizing your parents are just fucking wrong about so many things. And parents need to be understanding of the growth, changes, and views of their children and the world changing around them. There needs to be an open dialog between child and parent, and there needs to be some fucking understanding along with the love and support. Love is not fucking enough. And I cannot stress that enough.

Now, this is the kind of thing that can easily be called out online for me sitting atop my high horse and shouting lofty advice to the void. So allow me to clarify.

I am a parent of a 16-year-old. Communication with my parents was always lacking. There was no depth, there was no discussion of feelings, there was no effort made to understanding. My interests were always shit on by my parents. They didn't try to take things away, but they also did not bother to understand me or support me. I remember how great it felt the two times my dad tried playing video games with us. Literally twice ever. Because it felt like he cared about my interests for a change, and that we could bond on something, but it stopped with those two moments. I wish my parents had been more understanding, and wish they had cared more.

I probably wouldn't have to go to fucking therapy now to undo all the damage they ultimately did to my damaged communication. They were also of the spanking generation, so instead of talking to us about what we did wrong, we more commonly got a hand, belt, ruler, yardstick, kitchen spoon, flyswatter to the butt. I learned to deal with frustration with violence, and with that, it's little surprise how many game controllers have been destroyed in my lifetime.

The OP should appreciate their parents, but only so far as they are willing to understand them as well. A parent just flatly dismissing something the child is interested in accomplishes nothing. It creates a divide. If the OP can manage to (somehow) ally their Christian beliefs with being a metalhead (something I still do not quite understand), surely they should be able to have a conversation with their parents about this. An open dialog. And if the parents are unwilling to have that dialog, they are fucking failing at their job.

Despite always trying to give my son the openness to talk to me, there's still room for improvement, and I work on that. Because I know full well that just loving him is not enough. He needs understanding and he needs to learn how to communicate openly and he needs to understand where he can be safe in that. It shouldn't be like this, where it's easier for me to throw this stuff to the void of the internet than it is to talk to a living fucking person right in front of me to that level. But that's how warped my communication became because my parents did not give me that understanding or that openness. I still do not feel like I can talk to my mom about serious or emotional matters, and it's too late for me to talk to my dad about them.

Well said!

Welcome to the club! These flying objects quickly made me very emotionally detached from my family, which turned out to be great for my well being. If you don't love people, you can't be hurt by them (so bad).

Your parents are there to parent, not be your pal or music buddy or whatever. No one likes people who are irrationally judgmental, which religious people tend to be, but there is always going to be a divide between what they think is best for you and what you think is best for yourself. That's natural and that's the way it should be. It won't last forever.

My parents used to give me a lot of shit about marijuana too. They were at Berkeley in the 60s for fuck's sake. When I was young I used to think it was so hypocritical. But it's not really, it's just parenting. My ex-wife used to smoke in the house with her (adult) daughter, being cool and chummy with her kid. I was appalled. Even though I've smoked a mountain of the stuff in my time, I never joined in. My step-daughter also was into a lot of the same music as me. But aside from driving her and some friends to an Iron Maiden show once, since it was convenient for the chaperone to also actually like the music, I never hit metal shows with her. Some things just aren't a parent thing to do.

I think its actually a pretty valid reason for someone who still claims to believe in god to dissociate themselves from a religion, unless you honestly think that a person believing that Jesus was born of a virgin is somehow worse than grown men in power raping children? The impotency of most christian beliefs make me disregards them as basically irrelevant now; the culture of paedophila otoh is something real that still terrible consequent effects in the real world. The days where christian doctrine have a great impact on anything (for the most part) are long gone, not so with the paedophiles and their real-world impact.

My parents were both both Catholic, I went to Catholic schools and attended church until I was about 12. My parents had no issue with any music I listened to, and my father (easily the most devout in my family) actively encouraged it as a musician himself. Many modern Christians take a nominal stance only, and attend church out of habit and for some deeper personal reason, without neccesarily believing in infallible papal doctrine. My parents believed in God because it was convenient but they never really made any effort to force me or my siblings too.

Music and feeling part of a "cool" subculture are way more valuable to lost young people than the potential for ludicrous evil lyrics to inspire true belief or changes in behaviour- I think most parents recongise themselves in their kids and understand that even flirting with weird idologies is just the teeny-boppers way to try and fit in in a largely incomprehensible social world. My parents were just happy that my passion was music and not, say, drugs and violence. Or not just drugs and violence