I'm a student who studies Libraries and documentation & I'm Dark and Victorian model, Photographer & Digital Artist(hobbies)
SOPOR FRATEM MORTIS EST...
"... kiss the corpse, the blessed sigh,
enter the garden of the night.
Shed a tear, suspended in fear ...
- Every soul is starving here ..."
The silence of the graves is not silent at all:
Millions of the dead are crying in their graves,
But no-one can hear them ... no-one ever hears ...
No-one can hear them ...
Except for the dead themselves.
We can't die, no we can't die,
It doesn't even matter if we try.
We fear/hate the living, we shun the light,
Our beloved tombs keep us sheltered inside.
Sleep ... sleep is the brother of death,
So lie down beside this skeleton in the coldness of the grave,
Let the embrace of his dead arms keep you all save and sound.
Buried in slumber ... silently ... Forever beneath the ground.
Stalk "The night", if that's your wish,
With your foolish garlic-chain and crucifix,
Yet, if you find our graves, we won't be there,
There are thousands of places left for our despair.
And every night it's the same again:
"The feast of Blood is about to begin !
" We are wretched ... pathetic ... the flickering souls,
But staging our pain is all part of the whole.
And when all lights are fading, leaving but a fleeting glow,
Then, after far too many years, it's time for us to go.
"Kiss the corpse - the blessed sigh - walk in the garden of the night.
Shed a tear, suspended in fear ...
- Cause every soul is starving here.
Hold the carcass, sweetest lie, bury the body you chose to deny,
Shed a tear, suspended in fear ... - Every soul is starving here."
PURPLE NIGHTSHADES
She stood by the window
And watched life pass by
All those fading colours
All the wasted tries
Life is a wheel
Always moving on
Searching her paradise
She saw the place inside
I'm leaving
I will take that final step
I'm never looking back no more
Don't look for me
I'm reaching for the stars
They do not seem so far anymore
Wow all those pretty colours
This green glittering light
I hear far away voices
Old friends wave me inside
The air it smells so sweet
It melts my frozen heart
I walk through poppy gardens
I know my choice was right
I'm leaving...
And when he read her note
That she had gone
He knew that also he had to move on
Life is a circle
Where do we come from?
He took the long dark road him too
And dreamt in colours blue
I'm leaving...
