Arquivo de junho \27\UTC 2007

Nothing else matters

 
"So close no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know

So close no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know

I Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
Holy words I don’t just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for things they say
Never cared for games they play
I never cared for what they do
I never cared for what they know
And I know yeah!

(solo)

So close no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters"

 
Metallica

Dusk and her embrace

 
"When the sun has swept upon the waveless lake
And the mists steal in with ease
Covened wolves arc their eerie dissonant
In adoration of the moon and thee

"They call as I to thee…"

And I will come, as if in dream
My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen
Of vengeful, ancient breed
Gilded with the pelts of many enemies
Erishkigal, raven-haired
Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair
I can taste thy scent by candlelight
Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair
Appease the beast on spattered sheets
Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps
Nocternity…
She shall come for me

A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life
Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night
And I have ridden from the westerning light
To expend my lust
Tear away the funereal dress
Know that I will escape from my death
Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpend caress

Lo! The pale moonlight
Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline
Of mist and moth and the hunger inside
Kisses took to fever and fever, demise

"Through twilight, darkness and moonrise
My scarlet tears will run
As stolen blood and whispered love
Of fantasies undone"

Countess swathed in ebony
And snow-white balletic grace
Rounge-filmed lips procure the wish
For lust and her disgrace

Dusk and her embrace

We shall filt through the shdows
Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow
Under deady nightshade
Still warmed with the kill’s of afterglow

Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me
(Beneath the stars taste the death in me)
bequeath to me thy fiery kiss
To sever thin mortality

Elizabeth
My heart is thine
Thy fragrant words
Warm within like wine…

"Let me come to thee
with eyes like Asphodel
Moon-glacing, loose desires free
To writhe under my spell"

Erishkigal, raven-haired
Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair
I know thy scent by candlelight
Immortal flesh I yearn to share
Appease the beast on spattered sheets
dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps
Nocternity
She shall come for me…

Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus
How the full embosomed fog
Imparts the night to us…"

 
       Cradle Of  Filth

Mechanical Animals

"We were neurophobic and perfect
The day that we lost our souls
Maybe we weren’t so human
But If we cry we cry we will rust
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in god
 
I never gonna be the one for you
I never gonna save the world from you
They’ll never be good for you
Bad to you
They’ll never be anything
Anything at all
 
You were my mechanical bride
A Phenobarbidoll
A manniqueen of depression
With the face of a dead star
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in god
 
I am never gonna be the one for you
I never gonna save the world from you
They’ll never be good for you
Bad to you
They’ll never be anything
Anything at all
They’ll never be good for you
Bad to you
They’ll never be anything
Anything at all
I am never gonna be the one for you
I never gonna save the world from you
 
This isn’t me I’m not mechanical
I’m just a boy playing the suicide ki ng [ 5x ]"

Anthology in black

 
"Thousand morbid dreams cross my mind
Reflections of the past, twilight in my thoughts
Try to think back to how it all started
But the act stands in the shadows of my thoughts

As the curtain of mist slips away
I can see, destruction of a thousand
Curon’s lights will die tonight
Bells toll for the wrath that unfolds

Hear the bells chime upon the water
Feel the wind chasing the silence
Lake of Resia, divinity was lost
And lost it shall remain

When I close my eyes what will I see?
It takes me back to the beginning of the end
When false illusions caressed my mind
Curtain falls on the world of today

Hear the bells chime upon the water
Feel the wind chasing the silence
Watch my heaven turning to hell
Midst the sound of a tolling bell"

 
                                 The gathering

Working class hero

 

"As soon as you’re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool
Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free
But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There’s room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me"

                              John Lennon