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The Dark World.
I'm slowly walking down the street.
The night is coming. I know it.
The city's changing in my eyes,
Becoming far from humanize.
Oh, yes. Then Darkness comes inside.
You can't feel it, but dead men gride.
They can't forget the time they live,
And their fury I'll receive.
At last I feel I'm strong enough.
The street is listening to laugh.
Ligth Force feels useless of the fight,
And it retreats before my might.
This is what you can't see.
It makes heartbeat in me.
Dark World can set you free.
Let it be. Let it be.
I'm slowly walking down the street.
The Dark World greets me. I know it.
Teenagers are injecting drugs.
I'm smiling. They are useless bugs.
Two tipsy men are leaving bar.
They try restrain but toilet's far.
The urine's flowing down from wall.
I don't blame them. I know they'll fall.
In dark by-street I see young girl.
Some guy is stroking her light curl,
Other hand is squeezing nice sweet lips.
He's fucking pussy throw skirts rips.
This is what you can't see.
It makes heartbeat in me.
Dark World can set you free.
Let it be. Let it be.
I'm slowly walking down the street.
I'll find my brothers. I know it.
Regardless all I must proceed.
The Moon is shining. Let it lead.
And night by night, and day by day,
I'm looking for my losten way.
My soul is sold for long sharp blade.
My fate today is life in shade.
But I don't feel regret or pain.
As much I'd paid as much I'll gain.
Dark World takes useless dreams away.
"I'm happy!" - that's I want to say.
This is what you can't see.
It makes heartbeat in me.
Dark World can set you free.
Let it be. Let it be.
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26.03.2005, 04:08 #13
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Whats so delightful in my life?
Even the angels wouldnt say
The beasts will hunt me down
I will become there lonely prey.
Im dying in warship! Im slaying myself,
Denying the nature of me.
Im hiding beneath my familys wealth,
Im never what I ought to be!
Is that what Im supposed to do?
Am I to hide beneath the wall?
Im not. Now listen what I gona do:
I gona kill you all!!!
Im dying in warship! Im slaying myself,
Denying the nature of me.
Im hiding beneath my familys wealth,
Im never what I ought to be!
The funeral ends my horrible life
No flowers, friends, no gravestone
Ive just came across my internal wife
Her names Death and thats all
Im dying in warship! Im slaying myself,
Denying the nature of me.
Im hiding beneath my familys wealth,
Im never what I ought to be!
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Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gloaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches biased with light,
The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying -fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!No more rabbits in my hat to make things right.
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16.04.2009, 10:35 #15
Death is perfect
We smiled all day
At last we break
Can't find what to say
Every word is a fake
Sometimes it is better
Just stay in silence
And write a letter
With detailed guidance
My name is the madness
Don't look in my eyes
They'ru full of great sadness
Centuries' cries
You will not cope
With tonnes of tears
I have no more hope
It's the worst of the fears
For me death is perfect
The dead doesn't lie
I cannot even doubt it
Death's stronger than life
You cannot destroy it
It will come anyway
And life's last heat
Will be death, lord you or a slave.
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29.04.2009, 11:21 #16
- 18.03.2009
- 104
Adiós, Aysel. adiós.
nunca me olvides, cielo.
Anhelos rotos del Requiem del corazón
se acaban al empezar los sueños.
Las almas lloran, ojos me hablan
y los caminos se entrecruzan,
aún nos quedan muchas copas
llenas de lágrimas fogosas.
Adiós, Aysel, adiós querida...
Lord ConstantinePara mi corazón basta tu pecho, para tu libertad bastan mis alas... (P.Neruda).
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20.09.2009, 02:38 #17
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My heart is full: Im drinking all your kisses,
I taste your lips, breathe in your heat and smell.
Im torn apart in patches, ribbons, pieces
But how to sew me back
You know so well.
Ill be a flute in skilled and gentle fingers,
Ill be a fire to warm you in the night
When you feel numb, when your whole body shivers
I promise I shall make this all
All right.
Give me your hand Im longing for your touches,
Embrace me it is more than just enough.
I shall be freed from badly tightened clutches.
My world is yours
Till I believe in love.No more rabbits in my hat to make things right.
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19.03.2010, 19:34 #18
- In every night I go away
You cant me stop! - it was I say
You felt my pain, but nothing more.
Because your love healed my sore.
In every day I cannot stay,
You must help me to find way,
Where I can live without fear,
That you can see my darkness tear
In every twilight I must pray
And may be God forget my pay.
Which cost my life long time ago,
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02.06.2010, 20:32 #19
- 16.08.2006
- Oisio VI - Moon 1 - Corporate Police Force Assembly Plant
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Another day without shining light,
Another moon without peaceful night,
Theres only dust is falling down from skies
But thats not bad, You know its even nice.
The soul is empty and there is no fate.
No things to louse and nothing to create.
The ashes fall from lifeless earth to skies
But thats not bad, You know its even nice.
The past has gone the future never comes.
And dreams have lost their bright and magic charms.
The time has stopped in cold and empty eyes
But that's not bad, You know its even nice.
There can be nothing here or somewhere there.
The world is lost but I dont really care.
While I can see my feelings in your eyes
Life is not bad, You know its even nice.No fate. No mercy. No regret
