“We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting”.

23
Dez 14

 

To mine eyes thou art
as unto the sun.
most beautiful of all
is to me thine light.
in the desert blooms a rose.
such as thou, flower which
abideth in my tent.
and while about us blows a
hurricane of wordly winds.
like unto the fury of the gods.
as we lay unto each other
we heareth not.
thy breath is like
unto the cedars of lebanon
thy gaze is but the
moon in mine heart.
the perfume of thy body
is like unto the pools
of the northern lands.
full of salt and life.
I am yours
my goddess.
unto you I build my
circle.
Unto you I offer my gold and
my chests.
Thou art all I hath dreamed.
and unto you is all glory.
nether shall my bones go.
nether shall my thoughts disperse.
but always unto you my love,
blooming in the barren sand
of the world.
always unto you
my rose of the desert.

 

By C.S.

 

Flores e letras me ofertas, o escolhido, o anjo caído, o meu mago, filho da lua dedicou-me este poema e aqui o pouso, por entre aromas invernais e escuridões alumiadas pela lua amante e branca, sou eu e tu e somos nós que aqui estamos e esperamos pela lua primeira. Meu feiticeiro guarda-te da invernia dessas montanhas inescrutáveis no meu regaço. Desentraçarei os cabelos e os laços e serei tua fortaleza porque está quase, uma eternidade antes me esperou, uma eternidade depois me esperará.

publicado por Ligeia Noire às 14:00
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11
Dez 14

Ante Scriptum: Tocarem ao vivo, pela primeira vez, uma das suas melhores canções merece uma celebração, um brinde com vinho tinto em honra de Suas Majestades Infernais.

 

Confusion writhes around our hearts impatiently
It drains the faith that lights the dark and sets us free
From the chains of our war and the pain we once called love
The poison of doubt enslaves our minds and we bleed
We abandon the trust that kept us blind and disappear
Under the crimson wings of hate where the lost are safe
Until they love again.
 
The heart of darkness is hope of finding you there
And that hope will be our love's requiem
We pray to the serpent of delight desperately
The questions are answered and we try not to weep
Until we are sure we're suffering for love
In the dungeon of our dreams we're so weak
The promise made to be broken still haunts our sleep
We won't open our eyes afraid we would die for love again

The heart of darkness is hope of finding you there
And that hope will be our love's requiem
The salvation we seek will be waiting us there
In the heart of darkness lonely and scared
With a promise of death for our love
And now that we're free from the chains of our dear love
I'm lost, so lost

The heart of darkness is hope of finding you there
And that hope will be our love's requiem
Take me into your arms and sing me your beautiful song
Hold me until we're one and sing me you're beautiful song

The heart of darkness is hope of finding you there
And that hope will be our love's requiem
 
Take me into your arms and sing me your beautiful song
Hold me until we're one and sing me you're beautiful song...
 
publicado por Ligeia Noire às 10:35
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10
Dez 14

I went looking for trouble
And boy
I found her...

She's in love with herself.
She likes the dark
On her milk white neck.
The Devil's mark.

It's all Hallows Eve.
The moon is full.
Will she trick or treat?
I bet she will.

She will.

Happy Halloween.

She's got a date at midnight
With Nosferatu.
Oh baby, Lilly Munster.
Ain't got nothing on you.

Well, when I called her evil
She just laughed.
And cast that spell on me.
Boo Bitch Craft.

Yeah you wanna go out
'cause it's raining and blowing.
You can't go out
'cause your roots are showing.

Dye 'em black.
Dye 'em black.

Black black black black No. 1
Black black black black No. 1.

Little wolf skin boots
And clove cigarettes.
An erotic funeral
For which she's dressed.

Her perfume smells like
Burning leaves.
Everyday is Halloween.

Yeah you wanna go out
'cause it's raining and blowing.
You can't go out
'cause your roots are showing.

Dye 'em black.
Dye 'em black.

Black black black black No. 1
She dyes'em black
Black black black black No. 1
Black No. 1.

Loving you
Loving you,
Love loving you
Was like loving the dead.

Loving you
Loving you,
Love loving you
Was like loving the dead.

Loving you
Was like loving the dead,
Loving you
Was like loving the dead.

Loving you
Was like loving the dead,
Was like loving the dead
Was like loving the dead.

Was like loving the dead
Was like loving the dead.

Loving you
Loving you,
Love loving you
Was like loving the dead.

Was like fucking the dead.

Loving you
Was like loving the dead,
Loving you
Was like loving the dead.

Loving
Was
Was

Loving you
Loving you
Loving you,
Loving you
Loving you
Loving you
Was like loving the dead.

Was like loving the dead
Was like loving the dead.

Black black black black No. 1
She dyes'em
Black black black black No. 1
Black No. 1.

Black black black black No. 1
Black black black black No. 1.

 

Type O Negative

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