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Graveworm, Gorgoroth, Sopor Aeternus, Summoning, My Dying Bride. |
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Mors voluntaria
venerabilis es dea
me suaviari cum labris frigorum
tu obscurissima omnes deorum... |
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On Satur(n)days we used to sleep all motionless and still ...-While shrouded in an oppressive gloom we're handed over to the dream. A sleep so dark, this "Moon by Day", of powers strange and weird, through mystic veils her silver rays are glowing carefully. Wov en of dewdrops and magical light, this gown that we' re wearing here is but a cloth of mist and we used to call it "Breath of the Other Sphere"...
We are floating, flying, incredibly fast, the world of the thought gives birth to this life. Free to remember, to discover and feel as were closely together in our parallel flight. While beyond the gates our bodies lie next to each other in fragile rest, two chests are lifted up and down, moved only by some mortal breath. Yes, our bodies are sleeping so closely together, but it's only in our minds that we touch (at last). In the realm of the spirit(s) our souls become one in the happy knowledge that we are completing halfs.
No bodies and no harriers ...- (all) far more intimate and strange. Our understanding is clearer, incomparably real, although there is no sound that dares to escape ... His eyes are mirrors, gates to his soul, one true look and I recognize that it's him, my husband, the one that I love. See me! Read me! Step inside !!! No barriers and no masquerade, come, be received beyond distress! So intensively and so deep as our fingers unite, our hands caress.
Two wanderers are lovingly dwelling this land, (as) we fly side by side over mountains and glens. In the twilight lit of the sillier moon . ..- - set free from the flesh, released from this tomb!
On Satur(n)days we used to sleep, the other side exploring, alive in our dreams ... Free from the pain, home where we belong and guarded by the shadows of the enchanted realm. Below a violet sky, both dark and profound, the horizon is glitt'ring, still there is no sound. We fly through the night crossing frontiers and lakes, mountains and valleys ... world without end. "This is where we truly belong, take both my hands, look into my soul !" I feel the strength of his embrace as we're closely together in this secret place
...
"Hush, hush, my Dear, can yon hear the rustling in the Undergrowth? See through the branches, there in the glade ...", ghostly creatures as they dance and sing. Their transparent bodies, half man and half beast, their voices so sweet like a soft breath of wind. On Satur(n)days we used to sleep, and my pain was eased by his love... |
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By a route obscure and lonely, haunted by ill angels only, where an Eidolon named Night, on a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly, from an ultimate dim Thule.
from a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, out of space, out of time.
Bottomless wales and boundless floods, and chasms
and caves, and titan woods, with forms that no
man can discover for the tears that drip all over, Mountains topling evermore into seas without a shore
seas that restlessly aspire, surging into skies of fire.
Lakes that endlessly outspread their lone waters, lone and dead.
Their still waters, still and chilly with the snows of the lolling lilly.
By the lakes that thus outspread their lone water, lone and dead.
Their sad waters, sad and chilly with the snows of the
lolling lilly, by the mountains, near the river
murmuring slowly, murmuring ever - by the grey woods, by the swamp where the toad and the newt encamp, by the dismal tarns and pools where dwell
the Ghouls, by each spot that most unholy, in each nook most melancholy, there the traveller meets, aghast, sheeted memories of the past, shrouded forms that start and sigh as they pass
the wanderer by, white-robed forms of friends
long given, in agony, to Earth and Heaven.
For the heart whose woes are legion this is peaceful, soothing region, for the spirit that walks
in shadows this is, oh, this is Eldorado!
Bid the traveller, travelling through it, may not dare not opening view it
never its mysteries are exposed to the weak human eye unclosed, so will its King who hath forbid the uplifting
of the frigid lid, and thus the sad soul
that here passes beholds it but through darkened glasses.
By a route obscure and lonely, haunted by
ill angels only, where an Eidolon, named
Night, on a black throne reigns upright, I have wandered home but newly from an ultimate dim Thule.
Dreamland... |
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Exposed with hands as empty
as the opposite space, crawling we move
to where the final station lies, to whom is the debt
that we are forced to pay...?
Real forces dare to appear only
when we turn away, truth reveals itself
Reveal yourself!
A face ordained to hypocrites, we know the masks, their artificial smiles, Mind's black eyes should break the lies!
Distorted pictures are all
transparent to us, phantasmagoria... such a useful weapon, ineffectual against us, enemies, with the knowledge of truth...
...truth makes me sick, what a wretched play!
Paralyezed by flesh and bones, condemned to vegetate, condemned to stay alone
Helplessy we are escaping, we're dinging to..
. stranded ashore, Oh, beloved infamous side!
Our distress in perfections, trials and tribulation, preferring our pain, we'll stay and die... |
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The undeniably straight archer is dead.
Sadly masculine his naked body lies beside me, stretched out on the pale sheets
of my otherwise deserted bed.
I do not know how he got here.
I am not even sure, if I am hiding him.
Trophy or lost property ... –
did I drag him to this place, slave to some dark desire, or have I merely found him here
in childlike innocence and curiosity?
Assuming blackness, his left nipple is now facing me ... –
the same old symbol for reality, further than ever from attraction
(except, of course, for crawling things).
But we’re all crawling on some floor ... -
you will not tease me, nevermore !!!
His head now points towards the window in the west, his feet towards the door, his limbs in slight disorder
after my vain attempt to move him over
to a slightly different position.
I fear that the disturbance of his rest
has caused some liquid “correspondence”
to escape his quiet, oh so human shell.
What secrets do you hide in there?
Leaning my face against the left side of his flesh, I place my right hand gently now upon his belly, hoping not to wake the horrors of that
half-forgotten sense ...
I can’t believe that I do actually consider this again:
I must refuse to share my bed now
with carcass of a man!
No vicious jokes to break the fragile little heart, this is the deeper secret of the worlds we are apart ...
Is this perhaps some kind of test?
Shall I have vengeance on your flesh?
Now that you’re dead am I supposed
to inflict that sentence on your corpse?
To pay you back the laughter, that never really flooded from your mouth.
Would your thin lips have ever released
such agony and shame on me?
Scared to death by and of my own request ... –
maybe like this it’s really for the best.
I’ll seal your carcass with a kiss ...
and let you disappear... |
| О себе: |
Добрый и обаятельный))) |
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Over many years we have erected walls
that even he could never penetrate.
His well-trained voice is of enormous power as it’s based
on many years of practise and an iron will of a certain kind ... -
melodiously it carries wide, pervades each space, regardless of its size.
His masculinity contained within is simply undeniable
in so many pleasant ways.
Neither his age, advanced as it may be, nor the baldness of his head, could ever detract from the strength
that still obeys and moves his aging flesh.
His manhood still unbroken
and impressive in so many pleasant ways.
He is well aware of the looks he has and gets
and knows to calculate the strong effect he has, make an impression and achieve a certain aim.
This strategy works fine for him, as his tremendous sexuality, projected energy, directed with greatest skill and care, can even make his rivals joyfully obey his secret wishes …
- follow his orders with delight.
Watching such an act being performed, if only from a afar, will never leave you unimpressed, even though you may be unobserved ... -
he will etch his sign into your heart.
He can make you come just by looking at you, it is such a rare gift ... –
and quite frightening too.
~ Shave, if you love me ~
Wax the monkey, shave the bear
Jungle-creatures won't be fed in here
trim the hedges, cut the trees
then you'll know how affection feels
Shave the monkey, wax the bear
Such hairy creatures cannot stay in here
Trim the hedges, and trim the tree
who is there hiding in the shrubbery?!
Where there's a hole there is an ace
I will put a smile on your grumpy face
Beefcake vegetarian
We're oiled, refined, and slightly tan
If we're the heat wave
then you're the fan
and now we'll gladly carry out
the garbage-can
we're fifty something, well-aged wine
if you're wooden in your cask that's just fine.
I'll be your garland queen of Lace
the Sleeping Beauty in our maze
oh, fifty something well aged win
me, the wooden cask, that's fine
I know you like me to watch you piss
you're only waiting to be kissed
you're such a beauty to behold
here comes a shower and it's made of gold
I'm a flower, water me
let's build a castle by the sea!
You're like the sun-shine, morning breeze
the sun shines warm on your disease ... -
such pollen makes the black birds sneeze.
Who is there sitting on your back?
There is no need for a sneak attack!
If you're monastic to my bliss.
Then I will be faithful ... like syphilis.
Poor friar dreaming in his cell(s)
he knows the art of tonsure well.
and all the songs a blade can sing
such is the Easter that I bring"
The bells are chiming in (y)our vaults, I am the goddess that unfolds
iconic beauty, as yet unseen
if you're only courting
The Virgin Queen
so:
Wax the monkey, shave the bear
jungle-creatures cannot come in here.
Trim the hedges
and cut the trees
then you'll know
how affection feels.
~ Consider this: the true Meaning of Love ~
Can I trust you, mortal boy ?
You say you love me - oh sure you do -, but what exactly does this affirmation mean?
I do not have the slightest notion, no idea of what you understand by "love"
and other terms as worn-out
such as this old song and dance, you call "romance".
Quite different flowers grow indeed
in my small semantic garden... -
so, let us see, if your good vow
is more than just some chemical imbalance.
Is it worth the air you breathe, or will it be just another waste of time with you?
What I call love, precious and true, would you refer to this as "sin".
or "crime" and all that silly crap?
Now, let me put you to the test:
How often have I heard these words:
"I love you so much, dearest dear, that I would die for you, right now, right here!"
Sure, doing this they're sitting pretty, but i say: "piss on it".
Because this way is far too easy!!!
But: do you also have the strength to be there fo |
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