Tomorrow will take us away far from home...No one will ever know our names

09.01.2009., petak

Sretan mi 18. rodjendan... hahaha... here and back again????

Countess it is your night you haunted by your wild desires possessed by bestial lust Came back... Utopija... ne postoji savrseno drustvo, sve je to fikcija americkih filmova. Bivamo nezadovoljni okolinom i vjecito zudimo za osobama.. osobama koje predstavljaju ono sto mi zelimo biti ili imati.. ok vecina nas je takvih, nezadovoljnih zivotom, manje ili vise svi prikrivamo Quasimoda u sebi... iskreno, da svima nam je dosta gledanja zivota sa strane, svi ponekad pozelimo igrati glavne uloge u nasim snovima, ali tada nas sputaju (ok jos jednom svaka cast neobavezanim jedinkama, sebicnima i uspjesnim) prijatelji, roditelji... nepostojeci ljudi zbog kojih ne cinimo stvari koje nas usrecuju, zivimo u frustraciji ugađajuci ljudima koje nije briga, brinemo o tudjem misljenju, svi smo tako povrsni malodgrađani... They get what they want and they never want it again.... Take everything... zelimo biti neko, samostalni, uspijesni, cekamo punoljetnost..iii.. sto nista se ne mjenja, jos uvijek smo ovisna dijeca, bez vlastitie volje i slobode... nikada.. ako nam to nasa osobnost ne dopusti necemo postici svoje ciljeve... nismo dovoljno snazni, nismo dovoljno orginali da ubijemo uobicajnost okoliine... Rebel?? ... naposlijetku predmet ogovaranja za koje nas nije briga ili novi predmet na socijalnome... Rođeni pod sretnom zvijezdom ne vide zivijezde....

12.01.2008., subota

Tragedies blows at horizon : we ride as one our battle rages on...

I try to laugh about it Cover it all up with lies I try to laugh about it Hiding the tears in my eyes 'cause boys don't cry...font> Da kazem da nisam imala inspiracije za novi post-gotovo nikad je nemam, da nisam imala vremena-u 2 tjedna? Reci cu da su mi se prehladili zivci koji vode od mozga do rucnih prstiju te mi je zbog toga tipkanje novog posta bilo onemoguceno.... Mastovito provodim vrijeme gubeci se po deviant-artu koji mi je ponovo izazvao zelju za fotografijom (o kojoj da bude jasno ja pojma nemam) pa sad naveliko pricam o tome da moram upisat neki tecaj fotografije (ali to necu jer sam preljena za realiziranje svojih mnogobrojnih planova...) Teta je ovime htijela reci da tko jos nije(sram ga bilo) hitno ode na tu stranicu i malo se divi radovima motiviranih ljudi... Za srednjoškolce-jel se veselimo ponovnom pocetku naobrazbe??? NARAVNO!!!! Što smo radili preko ferija? Ja krala vragu dane (zato imam u planu onu tonu eseja napisat sutra al ko ga jebe...), prezivjela te blagdane u dahu, sjecam se bar polovine svakog dana (što je pohvalno), prezivjeh još jedan rođendan, e da tu sam shvatila da postajem jedna od onih zena koje vjecito zale za mladošću i kojima se starenje gadi, primjecujem da se razvijam u tom smjeru s obzirom da mi se ovo preljetanje godina (a da u njima ništa pametno nisam napravila) ni malo ne sviđa... Ali opet tu je taj ugođaj Lady Bathory tako da se ne bunim previše... štoviše kao razmazeno djete mozda to radim namjerno...

01.01.2008., utorak

Eli! Eli! Lama azavtani?!

E pa ljudi nakon duga cekanja.... SRETNA VAM NOVA!!!! (i sretan Božić- bolje ikad nego nikad....) e da nije bilo posta više od mjesec dana ali eto, cijeli show oko kraja polugodišta, pa onda malo na putovanja i snijeg... i bla bla...ewo nas.... Dakle Nova! Ja sam jedna od onih koja se grcevito drzi zelje za novim pocetcima, ostavimo stvari nedovršene i zabavimo se novim glupostima.... Pa se onda nadamo da ce stvari dobro krenuti, ak ne onda smo u klincu... Nova, toliko pompe za jedan tako obican dan... jedino briljantno u vezi toga su praznici, inace smo na istom.... Eto samo da vam javim da smo svi živi... i da se ovo cudo od bloga nastavlja... i uzivajte mi u blagdanima (napucajte se kolaca, cuge i opijata i idemo sretno u novu!!!)

25.11.2007., nedjelja

''A sta da radim? ...... Ljudi samo govore zasto si nervozan, ljudi samo pricaju ne budi tako grozan. Ljudske usne sapucu suljaj se ti kradom, izbjegavaj nevolje skinut ce ti glavu.'' Ne znam odkud mi ta tema, ali poceli su mi ici na nerve tzv. Prirodnjaci, opaki i zatucani green peaceovci i ostali ''pretjerao sam u svakom pogledu'' čuvari okoliša. Da ne bi ispalo da sam protiv svih tih akcija za ocuvanje zemlje, jer nisam, ali me uzasno zivciraju ove legende na koje naletiš na svakom drugom korku koji idu u prevelike krajnosti pa okrivljuju ljude za sve sto se događa.. Jer, i vi i ja smo ljudi i kako onda možemo reci da preziremo ljudski rod, dakle da našom mizantropijom preziremo sami sebe. Izuzetak je naravno ako doista preziremo sami sebe, ali onda se ponovo vracamo na onu tezu iz prošlog posta da svijet procijenjujemo prema svojim postupcima, a doista mislim da je stravično egocentricno uspoređivati i stvarati mišljenje o prokletih 6 miljardi ljudi na našu sliku i priliku(osim ako se ne povodimo na onu staru katolicku da smo svi jednaki i djeca božja, ali rekla bih da u buntovnickom sukobu mlađih generacija i autoriteta nema svijesnih približavanja takvim dogmama). Da se vratimo na temu, jedino u što se taj naš prezir može izroditi je agresivnost, ponekad prema drugima - osobama na koje svaljujemo krivnju, a u vecini slucajevima prema nama samima (ne, ne mislim na rezanja, opijanja i ostala ubijajuce hedonistička teeneđerska sranja) nego na uzaludna kontroliranja svojih postupaka, zacrtavanja neostvarivih ciljeva u našim glavama, uzaludnim nadama da mozemo promijeniti svijet ili još gore, samouništenje koje se ostvaruje kroz pesimisticne misli i bezvoljnost kao potpuno suprotna reakcija. I kakvo je onda rješenje problema? Mislim ako su ljudi krivi za sve te prirodne kolapse i oni to doista shvacaju zašto onda ne pomognu majcici zemlji svojim samoubojstvom, sacuvali bi atmosfericu jer bi svojom nemogucnošcu disanja sacuvali više kisika i stvorili manje ugljikovog diokida....ali ne, ljudi sebe previše vole... I ne nije da nekoga kritiziram jer doista i ja sebe najviše volim, volim se toliko da mi ne pada napamet volontirati u Herkulanei ili ne daj boze propjesaciti 200 metara umjesto vozikanja... Jebiga, kratko se živi, ajmo onda barem iskoristiti sve mogucnosti..

09.11.2007., petak

Za sve moje dame i njihove probleme...(ili samo zato da imam naslov...)

Što bi rekla moja draga: “Kad vidiš što slušam odmah znaš koliko je sati…” dakle Embrio… “Surrounded by people that try to consume me I need to get out from where you concealed me My sky is your ground you’re threading on me I’m pulling you down and drowning you with me” Cudno je kako nam neke osobe nedostaju, bar na prvi pogled, a onda shvatimo da nem ne nedostaju one vec vrijeme koje su utrošile na nas, ne nedostaju nam njihove price I problemi, nedostaju nam oni trenutci kada su oni nas slušali, nasmijavali nas, brinuli o nama, I praznina njihova odlaska nas zaokuplja samo toliko vremena koliko je potrebno da pronađemo novu žrtvu naše sebicnosti. Tvrdim da smo svi umišljeni I egocentricni ili bar ja sa svog trona dominacije tako gledam na svijet (jer na kraju krajeva svijet ravnamo prema sebi samima…). Utjecaj društva je nesto cemu sam oduvjek davala jaaaaku kontru, uvijek odskakati-cilj vecine teenegera (toplo se nadam da to prođe sa dvadesetima…) I zacudo to mi je uvijek jako dobro uspijevalo, ono sto nisam shvatila je da isto onako kako ja nisam preuzimala nikakve utjecaje, isto sam tako nametala svoja stajališta svima oko sebe, primjetih da ljudi rade određene stvari, ne da me udobrovolje, ne ništa tako, nego se jednostavno povode za mojim primjerom… A nikada nisam htijela na nitkoga štetno djelovati…iako je tako na kraju ispalo… I da…nikad nemojte dopustiti da vaši prijatelji ponavljaju vaše pogreške…. Bit ce da sam I ja morala kad tad napisat nešto sto ima smisla…. What is so wrong in head of men, That evil is their primal aim? Lambs throat is cut now who’s to blame? For loss of father who will pay? Death, hatred, violence, pain... Chaos ruins our world Brings the violence Makes us mindless

27.10.2007., subota

''Razum je čest mraz koji nam opali cvijeće naše mašte...''

Napisala sam zadacu iz matematike...ono stvarno sam je napisala...(iznimno sam ponosna na tih 13 zadataka...) covjece...napisala sam je...nemoj meni kec u imenik...napisala sam je zeno draga... ( sa tugom u srcima javljamo da je autor zbog iscrpljenosti uzrokovane ispunjavanjem školskih obaveza dobio živcani slom, srcani udar, da mu je poremecen bioritam, te da je na opce zaprepaštenje promijenio krvnu grupu – bar mu je tako rekla teta iz biologije dok ga je bola u prstić poput pokusnog kunica...da skratim stvar, starci mi cjeli zivot vjeruju da sam AB krvna grupa, al nekako je ispalo da sam 0... da nisam preslika svoga oca još bih sumnjala da su me zamijenili u rodilištu...) Cipka, volancici...volancici u kosi, volancici na rubu haljine, volancici u umu djevojke-romantika i krijesnice u noci... djeca u purpurnim mjehuricima zašticena lutaju svijetom, uzivajuci bezbrižnost i ne poznavajuci strast...ocekuju da mjehuric zaštite prsne poput sapunice... Shvatih da obozavam određene pojmove: volancice, mjehurice, purpurnu boju...kao i grimiz, bodeže i mrežu-dakle lebdim u sredini.... King Diamond...da otupi bol...zna se vec koju i kakvu...pjesma Sarah's night-predobra stvar...još ak znate koju saru... Salem's standing in the dark Watching Sarah's sleeping body Someone is in her bed Twisting, turning in his fever Savid will not even see her I am invisible.. I am the one to bring you down Violently she's sitting up Screams of pain I know she's hurting...

10.10.2007., srijeda

Strength in it I find... within the dark mind

Živjela jednom davno princeza u zemlji želeića- imala je rumenu kosu, ali(opasne li nevolje) ona je bila jedina preostala od želeić-vrste i tada je slucajno (jednoga dana) vidjela konja koji je ustvari bio princ al je izgledo ko konj i on je njoj rekao da je on također iz porodice želeić i ona je bila totalno odusevljena tim saznanjem ali onda je otkrila da njega vec jase princeza plavoglavić-što je bila prava šteta jer je on bio extra gumen i savitljiv… …ne, ne,ne …jednostavno zanemarite… dakle... zelim lezati na purpurnim oblacima... zelim dotaknutu zvjezdanu prasinu, izaci iz polja gravitacije i biti sigurna da nikada necu pasti na zemlju, da ce moji snovi trajati zauvjek, da cu moci egzistirati u svojoj zarobljenoj mašti i maskom srece uljepsati zivote ljudi koji ne mogu vidjeti boju mojih snova, a zasada su ti rijetki trenutci neba jedino sto mi preostaje, to i ruzicasta magla mog pogleda na svijet i zvijezdice koje obasjavaju moju tamu i daju priliku mome umu da jos jednom Vidi ruzicaste zore... …jednostavno zanemarite… vjerujem da necu pisati neko vrijeme, a mozda ni ovo nije bilo pravo vrijeme… Strength in it I find... within the dark mind Strength in it I find... within the dark mind Strength in it I find... within the dark mind…

20.09.2007., četvrtak

A world to win

Pa ne možes objesit Haribo gumeni bombon.... ne možeš.... eto jednostavno NE MOŽEŠ!!!!!! Ni ja ne mogu objesit gumeni bombon..... tako nevino i djecije.... pretjerali ste... ne možeš objesit Haribo gumeni bombon.... Evo javljam se ja nakon nekih 15-ak dana... pa eto vec smo se pomalo ufurali u školicu (koja je jucer postala iznimno zanimljiva jer je frendica dobila bočicu jegera pa smo se lipo prije likovnog (dva sata prije kraja nastave-da ne mislite da smo bile pijane cijeli dan...) zatvorile u wc i cugaj... a s obzirom da je školski wc ujedino i pušiona –cisto od dima ne vidiš osobe sa jednog na drugi kraj jer su ljudi preljeni da izađu pred šklu i tamo zapale – to i nije bilo tako uocljivo...) Nadalje, danas me profesor tzk-a zakljucao u svlacionice, ovi moji iz raza svi otišli van na igralište a mene lik zakljucao unutra (pa onda ti lijepo zovi druge ljude da te otkljucaju...) i kad sam se napokon oslobodila lik me postavi ko golmana (da napomenem da se igrao rukomet, a ja sam u proteklih 4 godine slomila/napukla prste ruka 7 puta- ne zajebavam!- nisam ja kriva što sam nesposobna loptu ulovit! Ali danas je ''hvala ti vraže'' sve prošlo bez vecih incidenata) I vidim da sam u ovom postu napisala više o sebi nego u zadnjih godinu dana što pisem blog, pa cemo onda tu lijepo stati! Zašto ja ne mogu komentirat neke blogove.... ono wtf ne rade komentari jednostavno piše error.... pa done... pa errrrror... uglavnom shvatili ste.... Vidjeh nedavno sliku jednog...hmmmm body moda?? teta ima patent na jeziku ..... tako je... patentni zatvarac, tiramolu, zip ... kako god... riba može zakopcat vlastiti jezik... ono...ok... bem te... kullllll bolesno, perverzno i preeedobro....

03.09.2007., ponedjeljak

Do you really know me? I might be a God…

Uuu… pogodite tko je (opet) poceo pisat postove!!! Jeee možete se pocet veseliti… Ali obecah da cu to napravit kad pocne škola pa eto…(iako je naprosto tragicno to što blog ovisi o nastavi ali jebga) Eto pokušavam se prilagodit ljubljenoj školici I zanemariti neutaživu žeđ za tuborgom u Rocku! I to uspijevam pomocu jedinstvenih (nikad neviđenih I ocima ne gledljivih) biljeznica na Barbie, Tweety (I onu bjesnu mačku koja ide uz nju) Toma & Jerryja I tone rozih lutkica… (ovo ja pokušavam priznati da su mi sve biljeznice roze I na crtice…)… Ali gledajmo to sa vedrije strane-bar mi Petar Pan ne može rec da sam odrasla… (volim se igrat maje cujice – I pisat retardacije u postovima…-al to vec znate) Oooo da… krenem ja pustat komentare a ono pola blogova zatvoreno… prošla zanimacija? Ocito… dobro, nisam jedina znaci… Budite mi pozzzzdravljeni…

19.04.2007., četvrtak

mmm...medena, more& kamencici, vodka, soba, bus, sunce, sramota, fizika, net ponovo

Ovaj da...aha E narode moj ljubljeni, da odmah ogradim vaše umove od strašne pomisli da sam vas zaboravila (jesam i ko vas jebe al ajmo vas tješit...=) dakle bijah onemogućena (nema neta u mojoj kutiji) zahvaljujuci mom informatickom talentu o kojem smo pisali u prijasnjim postovima, pa cemo sada to lijepo izostaviti i necemo se dalje sramotiti... I da, sad cu se uvuci duuuboko u vaše blogove i ziv me covijek iz vaseg kompa nece izvuc... Oh da naglasim da je moja ljubav, mojih ruku djelo-no moj blog proslavio svoj prvi rođendan...tako da je sad mala beba i rastu mu zubi pa puuuno slini zato bježite............ma šta blejite... trči, trči!!! Ooooo, uvijek puna tema, nema šta... ewooo, pogled na ribu na zidu i mašiiiii mi...maši maši... Opa ljudi HALLO!!! buduci da od mene i dalje ni traga ni glasa...ok, nija da sam prestala pisat ovo čudo...jer budem se ja vratila... ali trenutno STANKA!!!! i ljudi MARŠ SVI NA VIVA LA POLA! (želim pare za ovu reklamu...) i ločite i feštajte!!!!

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Sunrise Over Locus Mortis

The dark and cold wastelands of
Grey dust softens when my downturned
triangular teardrops covers the ground
This secret got lost to the shepherd's flock
My burning skin connects with the sands of time
and thus the holy angels appear...
"Drag THEM through the mud" I cried
"Instead of me"
"This is not the death I choose -
your christian trials are wrong!"
I speak of what I want
And my heart lies therein
Blackened you say -
Then black is my way
And call me an Enemy -
I shall only stand proud
Awaiting the rise of the DarkSide
Surise Over Locus Mortis




Incipit Satan


Ridin' blind from heaven high
from volvy the chain
if hate sudden children
why repare the choke of unchances lierin' worm
through a new bladin` in
tired to raped your lair
write the janata decive
blessin' in dark heaven
run tied from hell
run chain of the hebrow
rechain the proved new earth
when blood rages in the sky
chaos head destruction
incipit satan
incipit satan
destroyed of all
god along destruction
destroyed of all
rise of pop hell
incipit satan
incipit satan



Buried Alive


I'm alive but dead, awake but asleep
As friend gather round and mourners they weep
My mind thinks of all the things I have done
My body is cold but my heart beat goes on
And on................and on

As they lower me down into that hole in the ground
I scream out for help but they hear not a sound
I fear at the lid, my fingers they bleed
Is this happening to me or is it just a dream
Summon the dead..........
Baphomets call...........
Blood on my hands........

"Let me out of here"

My bones are decayed, my flesh it doth rot
I'm lying in silk, take the lid off this box
My lungs gasp for air, my eyes scream for sight
I promise the rise of my body this night
Summon the dead..........
Baphomets call...........
Blood on my hands........
Screaming in torment.....
I'm felling you all......
Take heed of my plea.....
Answer my call...........
I'm gonna be free........ .




Black Winter Day


This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed think
Like daybreak in spring
The sun on a spring morning

Like the flat brink of a cloud
Like a dark night in autumn

But how do I feel
In my gloomy depths?

A black winter day
No, darker than that
Gloomier than an autumn night

To Enter Your Mountain

Blind fools who see only what they tell you to
Open up your eyes you might see it too
See there is a lot to see within you too
Don't be like the rest and let them take it from you

Dumb fools who say only what they tell you to
Speak up and find that there is more truth within you than you knew
Somewhere someday you will stand before it too
Trust me there is a never ending mountainside to climb for you too

To enter your mountain
Go into your mountainside
To enter one's mountainside
Will take its man

Who enters his mountain
With or without sword in hand
Who enters his mountainside
He will learn

Deaf fools who hear only what they tell you to
Open up your ears you might hear it too
Listen there is a wild storm within you too
Burst out use its powers don't be a

Damn fool how can you follow paths not made by nor for you
The only way you will ever need to walk is right there for you
Somewhere someday you will stand before it too
Trust me there is a never ending mountainside to climb for you too

To enter your mountain
Go into your mountainside
To enter one's mountainside
Will take its man

Who enters his mountain
With or without sword in hand
Who enters his mountainside
He will learn





Unorthodox Manifesto


The memories far beyond the reckoning
Have begun to lurk in the distance
Like visual objects dearly known
The grace of devils hands

As they walk with me like a medium
When I choose and require a burn-out
Resting in expanded malicious force
Drained for murderous weapons

Knowing where you stand
In the magnitude of this thought
Looking at the spirit of fire and flames
Enduring on the throne of the black heart

A bringer of evil I am
And therefore also a carrier of light
As I use this focus through the dark
And face the sunshine in the dead end

Limitations do not exist
When you are ahead of the crowd
With the art of confidence
I reign at the throne of my soul

The value of this darkness unwinds
Travelling the other path
A hidden triumph
But obvious to the strong and wise

By understanding this reality
I remain in a twice-coloured cloud
With feet connected solid in the ground
And thus I get peace of mind

A bringer of evil I am
And also a carrier of light
As I use this focus through the dark
And face the sunshine in the dead end



Isa

Been standing here for ages
Watching the valleys blossom and burn
The pyres of yesterday smells of losing you
Preserved we are, portraits (in the glassy depths)
I picked up the shattered mirror, put them in water
Cold as my dreams

Isa: Still - Standing - Empowered
Isa: Watching you die, with tears of ice
Isa: Detached - Silent - Ecstasy
Isa: We are the dead

We arrived here from different spaces
Bidding the wooden shrines farewell
Concealed within dead lips lies the rope
That forged us and then tore us to shreds
Distant opposite assembly at the shores
They're telling me it's time to let go

A time to burn, a time to build
With your own hands a room within that room
Bring it all towards the centre and tremble
Bring her back from the shadows and kiss her
Retrieve the sword from the abyss
Hold back the tidal wave

Isa: Still - Standing - Empowered
Isa: Watching you die, with tears of ice
Isa: Detached - Silent - Ecstasy
Isa: We are the dead



Unchain my heart!!!

Thy tide defrock I am guilt and I am god
the lecture that crap your flesh
the whores that trace you
the blood reflecting white
the curse of your heart
eternity
unchain my heart
defrock the flashin' deciyin' the due of evil twoele
pure direst fear and devilish speechin' devilish taker and devilish take
the curse of your heart
eternity
the curse of your heart of eternity ...
enjoyin' let me burn in the kingdom of flesh



Valhalla

High in the sky where eagles fly Morgray the dark enters the throne
Open wide the gate friend the king has come
Blow the horn and praise the highest lord
Who'll bring the dawn he's a new god in the palace of steel
Persuade the fate of everyone The chaos can begin let it in

So many centuries, so many gods
We were the prisoners of our own fantasy
But now we are marching against these gods
I'm the wizard, I'll change it all

Valhalla - Deliverance
Why've you ever forgotten me

Magic is in me I'm the last magic man
Never found what I was looking for
Now I found it but it's lost

The fortress burns Broken my heart
I LEAVE THIS WORLD. ALL GODS ARE GONE.



The Crossing

I no longer struggle
No longer see
Nothing remains, burning anxiety
Darkness came forth
Gave birth to me
Certain death is all I see

I see you weep
I see you suffer
I've seen kingdoms rise and fall
I've seen all that's supposed to be

Earthbound forces, united with sorrow
The path was given in ancient times
Embraced by hunger, forgotten by will
The wisdom is hold up still

Break the chains, come forth to see
Cross the abyss not meant to be
Cross the river, find the key
Kill the queen of anxiety

Within The Dark Mind


The dark nights landscapes and only me
Seas and rivers high
Deeps and waterfalls
Massive mountains
Powerful mountains
Still only me
Where bergs and peeks throne
Cold beneath the moon

At the works of my gods
I glaze my heart to be
The nature of dark
Awake my soul to see
At the works of my gods
I glaze my heart to be
With an evil mind
...flamed my heart will be

My quest reverse the time... within the dark mind
Strength in it I find... within the dark mind

The dark nights horizons and only me
The shunning moonlit lights
The paths to forests wild
Massive sky powerful sky
Still only me
Epic and diabolic... swallowing the gloom

At the works of my gods
I glaze my heart to be
The nature of dark
Awake my soul to see
At the works of my gods
I glaze my heart to be
With an evil mind
...flamed my heart will be

The dark minds landscaped and only me
Walls of time benight...
A world I realised
Massive thoughs powerful thoughts
Still only me
A deepening of a shadow
By the dimmening of the sun




Između krajnosti

Uci ce
u moju sobu
kao vojnik privatno
na rubu ocaja
trazeci krv
s vatrom u ocima
crvena tocka na zalasku karijere
tik ispred smrti
Tisino
mozes li me cuti
ja sam samo tvoje roblje
koje putuje u stanicu bez imena
i mogu vidjeti sto ces uciniti
ali ne mogu se pridruziti tvojoj prokletoj kopiladi
između krajnosti



Sleepless Nights


I cannot sleep at night
That's what the day is for anyway

And as the clock strikes midnight
I hear "THEM" dancing at the graves
singing to My mind
killing the pain...sleepless nights...sleepless nights

I cannot sleep at night
That's what the day is for anyway

And as the clock strikes midnight
only "THEY" can let us meet
even though she's dead now
I gotta see her again...sleepless nights...sleepless nights

I cannot sleep at night
I will do anything to see Missy again

"Then let us make You an eternal deal
You will attend to the graves
You'll give us the house back and keep in mind
that we only come here at night".

So we made the deal under the starry night and
"AMON" belongs to "THEM" now...
I feel the dawn coming My way

And as the sun breaks up the dark
I can't hear "THEM" dance no more
There's no voices
killing the pain...pain...pain




Suicide Note Pt. I


Cheap cocaine, a dry inhale, the pills that kill and take the pain away
Diet of life, shelter without, the face that cannot see inside yours and mine

When I'm hiding, when I need it,
it lets me breathe,
for our handle on this life, I don't believe
this time

Would you look at me now?
Can you tell I'm a man?
With these scars on my wrists
To prove I'll try again
Try to die again, try to live through this night
Try to die again.....

Forever fooling, free and using,sliding down the slide that breaks a will
Mothers angel, getting smarter, how smart are you to regress unfulfilled?
It's a damn shame, but who's to blame?

.




Mistress Of The Bleeding Sorrow

So dark...Im facing my destiny
As far as pleasure led my disciple was me
For ages I have been searching for my bride
Since she passed away grief became my guide

As darkness falls above
- It will be there for centuries
My mistress of sorrow she will hear my call

I sort of entered the other side...
when those words were called up to the sky

As darkness falls above
- It will be there for centuries
Mistress of sorrow, please hear my call

As darkness falls above
- It will be there for centuries
No mistress of sorrow ever heard my call

Dedicated to life




Lady In Black

She came to me one morning
One lonely Sunday morning
Her long hair flowing
In the midwinter wind
I know not how she found me
For in darkness I was walking
And destruction lay around me
From a fight I could not win
Ah ah ah...

She asked me name my foe then
I said the need within some men
To fight and kill their brothers
Without thought of love or God
And I begged her give me horses
To trample down my enemy
So eager was my passion
To devour this waste of life
Ah ah ah...

But she would not think of battle that
REDUCES men to animals
So easy to begin
And then impossible to end
For she, the mother of all men
had counselled me so wisely then
I feared to walk alone again
And asked if she would stay
Ah ah ah...

Oh lady lend your hand I cried
And let me rest here at your side
Have faith and trust
In me she said
And filled my heart with life
There is no strength in numbers
Have no such misconception
But when you need me
Be assured I won't be far away
Ah ah ah...

Thus having spoke she turned away
And though I found no words to say
I stood and watched until I saw
Her black cloak disappear
My labor is no easier
But now I know I'm not alone
I find new heart each time
I think upon that windy day
And if one day she comes to you
Drink deeply from her words so wise
Take courage from her
As your prize
And say hello from me