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-: Empyrium - Wassergeister: Die Schwäne Im Schilf |
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 , . . , . - , . - . ? . , ... , . , , ! , ! , . - . , , . , ... __________________ Still, still war die Nacht, nur reget sich sacht - von Dunste bedeckt, ein See tief im Walde, im Schilfe, die Schwäne, ihr Wehklagen hallte.... Die Maid indes irrte nächtens umher, ihr Schmerz ungeborchen - kein Trost nimmermehr. Als ob man sie jage, über Stock, über Stein, immer tiefer ins Dickicht, ins Dunkle hinein. Ihr Herz pochte - raste! - wie Donner in ihr, die Welt war im Schlummer, allein war sie hier. Alleine im Kummer, der See lag vor ihr, das Jammern der Schwäne, es lockte sie hierher.... Licht blitzte und zuckte, erhellte die Nacht, ein Grollen erklang! Die Welt war erwacht. Von Ufer zu Ufer, das Wasser schlug aus! Es toste und brauste zum Rande hinaus. Die Maid war verlorn zu grimm ihre Pein! Die Schwäne sie lockten sie zu sich hinein. Sie trieb auf den Wogen ins Dunkel hinaus, sie trieb mit den Schwänen ins Dunkel hinaus..... |
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-: Elend - Moon of Amber |
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Umbra, We watch the Moon of Amber. And again, the Garden mourns its silent dream. Unguarded, some fragments of light linger in your sky. Were we like sublunary lovers Straying on the seas of your heart, Sailing down the streams of your mind, Soothing your marble face anew... Dim... in the shadows of our sun, We have been blinded by agony, Our dazzling eyes empty of stars, Our voices wordless with fear, Our ears so envious of deafening, Our withdrawing souls longing for death, We drowned in a Moon of Amber. |
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-: Circle of Ouroborus - Skyline Painter |
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-: White Ring - IxC999 |
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 My face is falling My face is falling off Don't look at me, when I'm coming down My face has fallen on the ground Ice in my head is spinning around Snakes in my skin (to) take me back Take me back I'm not going back |
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-: Ekove Efrits - Hills Of Ashes |
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-: Stoa - Autumn |
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 Brag I with audacious pride. But that first gust of him Makes me stumble and shrink. My barque is covered up With leaves and windfall-pears. His heaven azures me And his earth is cushioning. The warming of his wine And the sighing of his fire, His honeys bitterness Are reviving me, Expose me to the storms And leave me to despair. But once his cold will die In my ardent embrace. |
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Roxy Music If There Is Something |
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October |
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-: Portishead - Magic Doors |
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I can't deny what I've become I'm just emotionally undone I can't deny, I can't be someone else when I have tried to find the words To describe this sense absurd Try to resist my thoughts But I can't lie I've been losing myself My desire I can't have No reason am I for I can't divide or hide from me I don't know who I'm meant to be I guess it's just the person that I am Often I've dreamt that I don't wait Enjoy the gift of my mistake Like then again I'm wrong and I confess I've been losing myself My desire I can't have No reason am I for |
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