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A Mermaids Dirge
Lost in my maze | I was born to hate | man with no soul | I’m so hollow.
From the waters | black and deep | I seek you | for I am weak.
Sensing something | with long dead eyes | a glimpse of hope | a love so cold.
Embark on | my lost way | we live together | in my (hope, in my) hate
Make my murder | into fashion of spite
Sins drip from you | and draw me near
To be saved from now | and hide from tomorrow
The waters rise | a final spark for the fire.
So fast time flees | my memories lost to meanings
In a moments breath | I hear the willows weep
The children beneath the waves | do not see today
And even tomorrow | hides its face from me
My deadly countenance | a harmonic of despair
Cut into the ice | and thaw my (dead) heart.
Long lost life emerges | and the autumn rejoice
Ash and auburn | I welcome the graves.
Diving through the waters | in search of me
The un-atoned sins | the children of the sea
Yet haunt me | haunt my sleep
Only in my seclusion | can I filter the tears.
Long I ran to escape | but no matter had I wings.
Time finally caught up | and the deadly embrace fills me
Drains me of vigour | led me to my fall
In my watery tomb | I weep for thee.
Ja vielä toinenkin niille jotka jaksavat näitä lukea...
My God, My Serpent
Water down the pain | mess the rules of life
Liquefy the results | and spite the lords
I owe them nothing | for they stole my mind.
By bare hand I bled | striving to give away
The seed of evil | And the light of good
For I do not want | the visions they give
Of right and wrong | of awareness and life.
Too long served on plates | too far taken
The separated flesh | and the dead souls
Seek to unite and run | to the dark home.
By Their hands we bleed | from these veins we give
Struggling to breathe | the web chokes the will
Freedom must be won | by biting (back at) the serpents.
Now I breathe my air | my long dead air,
fill my lungs | fill me with death
And so I birth | the plague into life
A plague of love | a plight of mercy
A gift of life | a poison-heart with passion
My heart, my life | my dark passion
Bevenom me now | take me to thee
My serpent | my Lord.
By bare hand I bled | striving to give away
The seed of evil | And the light of good
For I do not want | the visions they give
Of right and wrong | of awareness and life
Take me to my home | among the heavens
To the pit of snakes | within the clouds.
Take me to my tamer | The prince of passion
Bring back to me | to my suffering.
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Kiitos
A Mermaids Dirge
Lost in my maze | I was born to hate | man with no soul | I’m so hollow.
From the waters | black and deep | I seek you | for I am weak.
Sensing something | with long dead eyes | a glimpse of hope | a love so cold.
Embark on | my lost way | we live together | in my (hope, in my) hate
Make my murder | into fashion of spite
Sins drip from you | and draw me near
To be saved from now | and hide from tomorrow
The waters rise | a final spark for the fire.
So fast time flees | my memories lost to meanings
In a moments breath | I hear the willows weep
The children beneath the waves | do not see today
And even tomorrow | hides its face from me
My deadly countenance | a harmonic of despair
Cut into the ice | and thaw my (dead) heart.
Long lost life emerges | and the autumn rejoice
Ash and auburn | I welcome the graves.
Diving through the waters | in search of me
The un-atoned sins | the children of the sea
Yet haunt me | haunt my sleep
Only in my seclusion | can I filter the tears.
Long I ran to escape | but no matter had I wings.
Time finally caught up | and the deadly embrace fills me
Drains me of vigour | led me to my fall
In my watery tomb | I weep for thee.
Ja vielä toinenkin niille jotka jaksavat näitä lukea...
My God, My Serpent
Water down the pain | mess the rules of life
Liquefy the results | and spite the lords
I owe them nothing | for they stole my mind.
By bare hand I bled | striving to give away
The seed of evil | And the light of good
For I do not want | the visions they give
Of right and wrong | of awareness and life.
Too long served on plates | too far taken
The separated flesh | and the dead souls
Seek to unite and run | to the dark home.
By Their hands we bleed | from these veins we give
Struggling to breathe | the web chokes the will
Freedom must be won | by biting (back at) the serpents.
Now I breathe my air | my long dead air,
fill my lungs | fill me with death
And so I birth | the plague into life
A plague of love | a plight of mercy
A gift of life | a poison-heart with passion
My heart, my life | my dark passion
Bevenom me now | take me to thee
My serpent | my Lord.
By bare hand I bled | striving to give away
The seed of evil | And the light of good
For I do not want | the visions they give
Of right and wrong | of awareness and life
Take me to my home | among the heavens
To the pit of snakes | within the clouds.
Take me to my tamer | The prince of passion
Bring back to me | to my suffering.
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Kiitos
Vastaukset 3
Vanhimmat
ensinnäkin lopetin lukemisen heti kahden ekan rivin jälkeen.
Kyllä olet muuten paska tekemään lyriikoita.
Ensinnäkin jos lukee ''hate'' alkusanoissa niin lyriikat eivät voi olla hyviä.
Sori, kasva vielä.
Vertical cryptopsy, hangman’s bile | seeping through the crevasses inside.
A Mutilated ephemera | disgorged Carpathian terror.
A controversial gratitude | expressed in mutilated ecstasy
The seething, bulbous fester you are | negated before the vexing.
Pitäisikö sitten sanoituseten olla mahdollisimman sekavia? Taikka sellasia "visceral"?.
Ihminen pitäköön siitä mistä pitää.
Se on se sama trulli joka aukoo päätään kaikille ja ei perustele ees kantojaan ja se vaihtelee nimimerkkejäusein. Ja taitaa sattumoisin olla vielä 10-14 vuotias käytöksestä päätellen.