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Pluie Funebre

, 16 2005 . 23:45 +
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Bury me this rainy day
Kiss me cold and fly away
Dont shed tears on my grave
Leave me rose and take my breath

Close thy eyes, dont say a word
I have heard through years them lot
They mean nothing to my heart
This day when thou wil' spill my blood

Dusky serene melts and dye(s)
Gravestones marked with questions: Why?
I will sign my grave: Because
Taking a step in midnight halls

Help me to forsake the light
I renounce the sunny side
But no dark will take my soul
Kill me smart, dont make a ghoul

I dont want to be like you
To hide in shades and feel so true
My bloodshed under whining sky
I wont regret, I have to die

Bury me this rainy day
Chant me a funereal and slay
Dont sympathize me, its my choice
Just leave me rose, forget my voice



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Requiem

, 10 2005 . 23:36 +
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Musique de la coeur: Sisters of Mercy "1959"



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Last and only (part two)

, 08 2005 . 23:51 +

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I tore my eyes off to tranquil
Then darkness came into my wounds
Reviving eyes which couldnt see
Remaking sooth in faint lunes
There, in the dust of unborn sun
In pale blood of unborn moon
Ive built asylum for my heart
Evolved philosophy from tune
Regenerated vision bleakly
Watched over people who walked sickly
In airs of sunshine in their head
False light which made them more than dead
The coldness of their blindly craving
Murdered in fraud of mindless raping
They lived in life I lied to them
They lied to me, all did the same
But differently they learned deceit
And different lies told me to meet
Thus we together belied world
And every lie was kind of spot
From many of the sun has grown
And winds of open earth have blown
In different lies remaking world
So many children have been brought (up)
Which most of knew some of things
Their parents spread on falsehood wing
Others looked differently ahead
Some saw leaves fall, sun descend
Some felt the merriness, some joy
Some tried to make, some to destroy
And every single kept his lie
His inner sense of what is life
In reborn look I was their king
The God of Truth and Trickery



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Last and only...

, 05 2005 . 00:10 +
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I was the first who saw the sunshine
I am the last who did renounce
Before the dusk I poured them dreamwine
Then closed their miserable eyes
And sewed them up with threads of malediction
Bringing false sunshine in their minds
Thus, boding them one little hope
Wishing them thoughts life isnt vane
When making this I cried in pang
In dismal darkness robed the world
I tore my eyes off to tranquil
If no one left, wholl make a sun for me?




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Muse

, 04 2005 . 00:35 +
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Trauma

, 01 2005 . 23:42 +
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So bitter and soft thy hands tore up my just revived heart
Into unequal halves: the one thou ate(st), another hid smart
Thus, turning face to the sun, I stand in still, forgot any sense
But the strange resentment, which somehow covered with dimness my brains

Trauma I feel
Breaking inside like a seel
Creating alternative look before eyes
Where we never had pleasured our nights

Love malady
Stunning in dark misery
Thinking a time where madrigal rhyme
Had been never devoted to thee

So bitter and fondly thy lips bit off my kisses to steal
So that now eer my half is lost and my tenderness is sere
And maybe its silly but I still whisper the same: I love thee
If nothing could change in a glimpse I will leave thee memory

In the shape of wild creation who forgot caress
I am roving in the darkness weakening my ways
Aye, the strength still sparkle inside, yet my creature wanes
Since I gave my heart completely to the woman hands


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Ode to Inspiration

, 29 2005 . 22:55 +
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Inspiritio

Of Thou, the ever-fleeting fire
(Inspiring charms of which admire)
My every syllable announcing
In sounds of odallurin bier
Stealing away the chains of boredom
Leading to lands where I acquire
The immense pictures of enlightenment
Which make my secret vision wier
Erasing all presenting lothsome
She lets me suck her flower bosom
Her juicy springs where blood is rolling
There sanity and madness groaning
In sense of loving blaze conspiring
In sighs and cries tasting delighting
Under the skies of many seasons
In every change finding a reason
For inward drifting to creation
At curtain-fall manifestation

Then let me back, my odd companion
Before become the desperation...


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Even rythm...

, 26 2005 . 22:56 +
Musique de la coeur: Hybrid "Morning Sci Fi"

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A poem... Falling asleep...

, 24 2005 . 00:13 +
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My heart was lonesome wasteland
Carried by the shadow of the morn...
Robbed in ice and decadent blindness
Lost in the eye of the storm...
There were many of me... Stranded... Mudered... Diseased...
My lips were sere, dead... Forsaken in devouring image of thy kiss...
Surges of timeless vastness came into chapel around me
The angel whispered vain delusions, voice echoed avalanches
Falling bones... Destructive nightmares... Shattered religions...
This maladive manifestation of necrosadistic testament in the lands of doom...
The angel whispered...
There were many of them...
Winged, godly corpses, mirroring anguish and filth...
Faceless murderers, taught to fly, banished from the abyss where children pray to them and die...
I found the portion of the hidden knowledge
In the chapel in the eye of the storm, swallowing rivers of blood, forests of fears, sands of cruelty, swamps of tears...
Here I come when, searching for the rest, I plunge into reveries...
Dark tunnel that I have to travel through this absorbing stormwind eye
Escaping from those faceless human desires and lies...
As I dream a dormant graveyard in my slumber-bed
In the land where no sunshine flares above my head...
Yet, I remember thy love...
And come to our place, finding pleasure in fondling thy tendrous lines of amorous grandeur...
Thou art... True art...
My deliverance from all these pain apart...
Then my heart becomes passion
Alas, vanishing in the bleak September night...
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Musique de la coeur: Summoning "Let Mortal Heroes Sing Your Fame"


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Question of Pleasure...

, 21 2005 . 23:21 +

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Musique de la coeur: Of the Wand and the Moon "Nighttime Nightrhymes"


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Gravehearted...

, 20 2005 . 21:37 +
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Rainy day...

, 17 2005 . 00:14 +
Musique de la coeur: Lestat de Llamorte "Golem"

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A poem of angel's dolor...

, 11 2005 . 23:44 +
Lestat de Llamorte

Angel Dolor

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Once I lost control...

, 19 2005 . 00:47 +
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My shield is broken
Defences' shattered
Tears' upcoming
Stabbed...

Play violin...dead...
Rape me, my heart...mutilate...



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Shadow of Love

, 15 2005 . 23:53 +


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Tonight...

, 11 2005 . 00:38 +
They're howling... Outside the chapel of my abnormal dreams... They're creeping to get inside of me... Countless hordes of sable rotten melancholy...
Alone... Sweeping my mind in search for something, but every sense has vanished in the deep lake of unfallen tears... Or it's just raining blood in chords of beating of my rigid heart...
Old piano knows my secret... Try to invoke some delighting waves, summon my drunk inspiration, make it dance... Vain attempts in this wasteland of twelve hours before and after deadly kind of unearthly slumber, which could just be a thought of that eerie ancient god... God knows how they could call him more...
This is grief, my friends...
Aloof undesirable lamenting...

To escape, better play the epitaph... Closing eyes...
So many places to go...

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Ever life is just nothing but winds that ashes blow...

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La musique de la coer: Draconian "Arcane Rain Fell"



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Devotion to elegance...

, 10 2005 . 00:29 +
La musique de la coer: Hunger

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The Last Song



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Romance

, 19 2005 . 00:07 +
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Black and White

So easy to hear
How wind is blowing outside your leer
What kind of fear
Told you that wind could ruin all you bear?
Listen to how it pets the sea
Let all the sadness pass with me
Listen to how it calls your name
These feelings hardly to explain

Im looking forward to your heart
Theres a chance for you to start
Voyage into melody
Of mind

Come, take my hand and follow night
Here Ill show you deep insight
In the dark side of the light
Where places grow and hide


Just dont be afraid
Leave silent cage where agony and blade
What kind of fate
You tried to live in such a masquerade?
Touch the waters of blue serene
Drink the tears of rosemarine
Nothing ever could steal your talent
To see the beauty in a lament

Im looking forward to your heart
Theres a chance for you to start
Voyage into melody
Of mind

Come, take my hand and follow night
Here Ill show you deep insight
In the dark side of the light
Where places fall and hide


Its black or white
You may decide which road to go
Until you know
Black and white
Compose the chant
You play in your heart
Through black or white


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Revelation

, 16 2005 . 00:20 +


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Le Journal du Diable - 2 2003




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