Tsipouro
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23-01-09
14:33
Draconian - Earthbound
The sorrow of my soul, earthbound and cold
The tide will never turn
I've been dead for years, drowned in all my tears
Have you forsaken me?
Frequent days of loss, crawling to the cross
The silence screams so loud
Conquered by the sun, my fate is done
I'm pulling down the shroud
Blazing through my eyes, your tender disguise
So far our of reach
A life of dismay turns into grey
Will you abandon me?
Here in the light it's pitch black night
A fever on the rise
Dying from within and reborn into sin
I'm tearing up the sky
Feel the world inside;
The ghost of me calling you
Feel the world inside;
The ghost of me haunting you
This sentient cage,
Cutting through time with a blunt smile
Would you help me slit my wrists?
See me cry, help me... Die!
So frail the veil of life-so beautiful the face of death
Suddenly reveries bloom into night's heavy drenching
And life leaves you cold, weary and old...
It's hard just to breathe
You know me so well, I'm going through hell
Won't you please, follow me?
Feel the world inside;
The ghost of me calling you
Feel the world inside;
The ghost of me haunting you
You cracked the ice, and I wept
You covered the sun, and I slept
You whispered the truth, and I smiled
You kissed my soul, and I died
The sorrow of my soul, earthbound and cold
The tide will never turn
I've been dead for years, drowned in all my tears
Have you forsaken me?
Frequent days of loss, crawling to the cross
The silence screams so loud
Conquered by the sun, my fate is done
I'm pulling down the shroud
Blazing through my eyes, your tender disguise
So far our of reach
A life of dismay turns into grey
Will you abandon me?
Here in the light it's pitch black night
A fever on the rise
Dying from within and reborn into sin
I'm tearing up the sky
Feel the world inside;
The ghost of me calling you
Feel the world inside;
The ghost of me haunting you
This sentient cage,
Cutting through time with a blunt smile
Would you help me slit my wrists?
See me cry, help me... Die!
So frail the veil of life-so beautiful the face of death
Suddenly reveries bloom into night's heavy drenching
And life leaves you cold, weary and old...
It's hard just to breathe
You know me so well, I'm going through hell
Won't you please, follow me?
Feel the world inside;
The ghost of me calling you
Feel the world inside;
The ghost of me haunting you
You cracked the ice, and I wept
You covered the sun, and I slept
You whispered the truth, and I smiled
You kissed my soul, and I died
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Tsipouro
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Ο Tsipouro αυτή τη στιγμή δεν είναι συνδεδεμένος. Είναι 35 ετών, επαγγέλεται Κτηνίατρος και μας γράφει απο Σουηδία (Ευρώπη). Έχει γράψει 3,037 μηνύματα.
14-01-09
23:29
Flutes and pipes
Play a drunken rhyme
Entertaining
The soldiers in the palace
Naked bodies
Female slaves from Asia
Dance with promise
For a night of pleasure
Mouths smell wine
The feast is going wild
Victorious and glorious
The men exalt their king
As in a fevered dream
Thais is entering
And she provokes him
To do a special deed
"You have conquered
The capital of orient
Display your power
And make your enemies weep
Destroy their pride
The jewel of the desert
As they once destroyed
Our temples for their king"
"Burn this city to the ground
Take a torch and spread the fire"
ΟΙ ΦΛΟΓΕΣ ΑΓΚΑΛΙΑΣΑΝ ΤΟΥ ΞΥΛΙΝΟΥΣ ΤΟΙΧΟΥΣ
ΣΑΝ ΠΕΙΝΑΣΜΕΝΑ ΦΙΔΙΑ
ΚΑΤΑΒΡΟΧΘΙΖΟΘΝΤΑΣ ΣΤΟ ΠΕΡΑΣΜΑ ΤΟΥΣ
ΧΕΙΡΟΓΡΑΦΑ ΚΑΙ ΥΠΟΛΕΙΜΜΑΤΑ ΤΩΝ ΠΑΛΑΙΩΝ ΧΡΟΝΩΝ
Η ΠΕΡΣΕΠΟΛΗ ΚΛΑΙΕΙ ΕΝΩ ΟΙ ΦΛΟΓΕΣ ΑΠΟΜΑΚΡΥΝΟΥΝ ΤΙΣ ΣΑΡΚΕΣ ΤΗΣ
Persepolis
Now a pile of dust
A blackened carcass
A land of ash
Persepolis
You lost your crown
Persepolis
Burned to the ground
Consumed by hate
Ablaze by pride
Persepolis
Naked as the sand
Persepolis
You lost your crown
Persepolis
Burned to the ground
"Burn this city to the ground
Take a torch and spread the fire"
Play a drunken rhyme
Entertaining
The soldiers in the palace
Naked bodies
Female slaves from Asia
Dance with promise
For a night of pleasure
Mouths smell wine
The feast is going wild
Victorious and glorious
The men exalt their king
As in a fevered dream
Thais is entering
And she provokes him
To do a special deed
"You have conquered
The capital of orient
Display your power
And make your enemies weep
Destroy their pride
The jewel of the desert
As they once destroyed
Our temples for their king"
"Burn this city to the ground
Take a torch and spread the fire"
ΟΙ ΦΛΟΓΕΣ ΑΓΚΑΛΙΑΣΑΝ ΤΟΥ ΞΥΛΙΝΟΥΣ ΤΟΙΧΟΥΣ
ΣΑΝ ΠΕΙΝΑΣΜΕΝΑ ΦΙΔΙΑ
ΚΑΤΑΒΡΟΧΘΙΖΟΘΝΤΑΣ ΣΤΟ ΠΕΡΑΣΜΑ ΤΟΥΣ
ΧΕΙΡΟΓΡΑΦΑ ΚΑΙ ΥΠΟΛΕΙΜΜΑΤΑ ΤΩΝ ΠΑΛΑΙΩΝ ΧΡΟΝΩΝ
Η ΠΕΡΣΕΠΟΛΗ ΚΛΑΙΕΙ ΕΝΩ ΟΙ ΦΛΟΓΕΣ ΑΠΟΜΑΚΡΥΝΟΥΝ ΤΙΣ ΣΑΡΚΕΣ ΤΗΣ
Persepolis
Now a pile of dust
A blackened carcass
A land of ash
Persepolis
You lost your crown
Persepolis
Burned to the ground
Consumed by hate
Ablaze by pride
Persepolis
Naked as the sand
Persepolis
You lost your crown
Persepolis
Burned to the ground
"Burn this city to the ground
Take a torch and spread the fire"
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Tsipouro
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Ο Tsipouro αυτή τη στιγμή δεν είναι συνδεδεμένος. Είναι 35 ετών, επαγγέλεται Κτηνίατρος και μας γράφει απο Σουηδία (Ευρώπη). Έχει γράψει 3,037 μηνύματα.
24-07-08
13:08
Septic Flesh - Science
We play a game of cards with the nature of the paradox.
In a battle to determine what is possible and what is not.
One solution, for our delusions.
It is so hard to see beyond the small things that we believe.
The well of thoughts is never dry.
Just use a bucket and ideas will come out.
Bookshelves are full with works that have been proven wrong
Things that once were heresies have turned to be the rules.
One solution, for our delusions
It is so hard to see beyond the small things that we believe.
The well of thoughts is never dry, and we are so thirsty.
Science, everlasting science. A magical alliance of reason and
result.
We play a game of cards with the nature of the paradox.
In a battle to determine what is possible and what is not.
One solution, for our delusions
It is so hard to see beyond the small things that we believe.
The well of thoughts is never dry.
Just use a bucket and ideas will come out.
Science, everlasting science. A magical alliance.
Science.
We play a game of cards with the nature of the paradox.
In a battle to determine what is possible and what is not.
One solution, for our delusions.
It is so hard to see beyond the small things that we believe.
The well of thoughts is never dry.
Just use a bucket and ideas will come out.
Bookshelves are full with works that have been proven wrong
Things that once were heresies have turned to be the rules.
One solution, for our delusions
It is so hard to see beyond the small things that we believe.
The well of thoughts is never dry, and we are so thirsty.
Science, everlasting science. A magical alliance of reason and
result.
We play a game of cards with the nature of the paradox.
In a battle to determine what is possible and what is not.
One solution, for our delusions
It is so hard to see beyond the small things that we believe.
The well of thoughts is never dry.
Just use a bucket and ideas will come out.
Science, everlasting science. A magical alliance.
Science.
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Tsipouro
Διάσημο μέλος
Ο Tsipouro αυτή τη στιγμή δεν είναι συνδεδεμένος. Είναι 35 ετών, επαγγέλεται Κτηνίατρος και μας γράφει απο Σουηδία (Ευρώπη). Έχει γράψει 3,037 μηνύματα.
16-07-08
09:53
MY DYING BRIDE - Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Emphyrium
The destroying genius of idols
will shroud the world with utter lies
dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis
portraits have spoken their master's distress
icons with kisses, tell me who have seen these
falling Enochian tapestries?
depict the prince of fallen virtues
in almost poetic rhapsody
masturbate to the sound of the knell
the pathetic stench of dying children
perhaps our fall is certain
limbs entwined in absolute contortion
please put off your veil, your heart is blameless
and I shudder for knowing it
A hot May makes a fat churchyard
and Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy
her cry was the saddest of all earth's sounds
trauma bites hard the hearts of kin
swept away by a moment's sadness
they say rage is a brief madness
by way of the beloved's farewell
give back to nature what we first did take
and monuments would slowly fill
the agendas of kings and queens
in silence our faces bleed
the holy voice torn away by the gale
make yourself all honey
and the flies will devour you
Love is a game where both players cheat
gone is the tale of Hero and Leander
women are angels yet wedlock's the devil
The destroying genius of idols
will shroud the world with utter lies
dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis
portraits have spoken their master's distress
icons with kisses, tell me who have seen these
falling Enochian tapestries?
depict the prince of fallen virtues
in almost poetic rhapsody
masturbate to the sound of the knell
the pathetic stench of dying children
perhaps our fall is certain
limbs entwined in absolute contortion
please put off your veil, your heart is blameless
and I shudder for knowing it
A hot May makes a fat churchyard
and Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy
her cry was the saddest of all earth's sounds
trauma bites hard the hearts of kin
swept away by a moment's sadness
they say rage is a brief madness
by way of the beloved's farewell
give back to nature what we first did take
and monuments would slowly fill
the agendas of kings and queens
in silence our faces bleed
the holy voice torn away by the gale
make yourself all honey
and the flies will devour you
Love is a game where both players cheat
gone is the tale of Hero and Leander
women are angels yet wedlock's the devil
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Tsipouro
Διάσημο μέλος
Ο Tsipouro αυτή τη στιγμή δεν είναι συνδεδεμένος. Είναι 35 ετών, επαγγέλεται Κτηνίατρος και μας γράφει απο Σουηδία (Ευρώπη). Έχει γράψει 3,037 μηνύματα.
15-07-08
22:41
MOONSPELL - Tenebrarum Oratorium (Antamento II/Erotic Compendyum)
Oh! Insinuant tongue of Lilith
Oh! Virtuous latin Langsuyar
Will you both drive me onto an Erudit Zenith?
Will I take part in the lybidious dances of Nergal?
I lust with thee. Pictures, fetishes of luxury!
Does the incomparable beauty of Kali
Still adorn this grey heart, my own
Where the love of Lebasy
Once shined Joy, now Sorrow...
I lust with thee. These exquisite Icons of Impurity!
Narration:
As I undress you of Pagan beauty
Who embrace my Sex with all your passion and strenght
The lost chimera of Virginity will be your true purity
And thy Crownleyian erotic laws will rule at last!
We, seekers can not deny...
That the Temptation of Samael
Is thy Erotic law of every Man
And i will hesitate not to enter Hell
Where this dioniosiac fortune had ever dwell!
Oh! Phallus of Satanachia, possess with me
These cunted beings to their End
Until the Sunset of their resistance fall
Behind the flowers which adorn their head
I lust with thee. Everlasting seekers of Animality.
Oh! Insinuant tongue of Lilith
Oh! Virtuous latin Langsuyar
Will you both drive me onto an Erudit Zenith?
Will I take part in the lybidious dances of Nergal?
I lust with thee. Pictures, fetishes of luxury!
Does the incomparable beauty of Kali
Still adorn this grey heart, my own
Where the love of Lebasy
Once shined Joy, now Sorrow...
I lust with thee. These exquisite Icons of Impurity!
Narration:
As I undress you of Pagan beauty
Who embrace my Sex with all your passion and strenght
The lost chimera of Virginity will be your true purity
And thy Crownleyian erotic laws will rule at last!
We, seekers can not deny...
That the Temptation of Samael
Is thy Erotic law of every Man
And i will hesitate not to enter Hell
Where this dioniosiac fortune had ever dwell!
Oh! Phallus of Satanachia, possess with me
These cunted beings to their End
Until the Sunset of their resistance fall
Behind the flowers which adorn their head
I lust with thee. Everlasting seekers of Animality.
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