El Rincon del Trovador Y KSA DEL PELU

[Kyo_Souhma]

Artista : Inflames cool
Song : The Quiet Place

Spinning further, deeper
I know you're out to try me
I'm not in this to be a slave
Push the dirt, make me feel
Locate what swallows life
Night bird you build my world

..and then I close my eyes
..and then I close my eyes

Judge me now
Used to be afraid to let it show, bow down
A king in my own mind
Everything's in place so much brighter from today

Drown the monster
Make all bad dreams go away
Whatever it takes to keep running free
Open scars, the quiet place
All the bridges fall to the ground and you say you sacrificed

..and then I close my eyes
..and then I close my eyes

Judge me now
Used to be afraid to let it show, bow down, bow down!
A king in my own mind
Everything's in place so much brighter from today
A king in my own mind

Judge me now
A king in my own mind
Judge me now
A king in my own mind

Judge me now
Used to be afraid to let it show, Bow down, bow down!
A king in my own mind
Everything's in place so much brighter from today
A king in my own mind

 

[Raziel-Freya Blacknest]

~The dreams in which I'm dying~

Artist: La Oreja De Van Gogh
Album: Lo que te conte mientras te hacias la dormida
Song: Deseos de cosas imposibles

Igual que el mosquito más tonto de la manada
yo sigo tu luz aunque me lleve a morir,
te sigo como les siguen los puntos finales
a todas las frases suicidas que buscan su fin.

Igual que el poeta que decide trabajar en un banco
sería posible que yo en el peor de los casos
le hiciera una llave de judo a mi pobre corazón
haciendo que firme llorando esta declaración:

Me callo porque es más cómodo engañarse.
Me callo porque ha ganado la razón al corazón.
Pero pase lo que pase,
y aunque otro me acompañe,
en silencio te querré tan sólo a tí.

Igual que el mendigo cree que el cine es un escaparate,
igual que una flor resignada decora un despacho elegante,
prometo llamarle amor mío al primero que no me haga daño
y reir será un lujo que olvide cuando te haya olvidado.

Pero igual que se espera como esperan en la Plaza de Mayo
procuro encender en secreto una vela no sea que por si acaso
un golpe de suerte algún día quiera que te vuelva a ver
reduciendo estas palabras a un trozo de papel.

Me callo porque es más cómodo engañarse.
Me callo porque ha ganado la razón al corazón,
pero pase lo que pase,
y aunque otro me acompañe,
en silencio te querré tan sólo
me callo porque es más cómodo engañarse.
Me callo porque ha ganado la razón al corazón,
pero pase lo que pase,
y aunque otro me acompañe,
en silencio te querré,
en silencio te amaré,
en silencio pensaré tan solo en tí.

~Are the best I've ever had~

 

[Raziel-Freya Blacknest]

~The dreams in which I'm dying~

Artist: La Oreja De Van Gogh
Album: Lo que te conte mientras te hacias la dormida
Song: Geografía

Me gustaría inventar un país contigo
para que las palabras como patria o porvenir,
bandera, nación, frontera, raza o destino
tuvieran algún sentido para mí.

Y que limite al este con mil amigos,
al sur con tus pasiones y al oeste con el mar.
Al norte con los secretos que nunca te digo
para gobernarlos de cerca si los quieres conquistar.

Si tú también lo sientes, si a ti también te apetece,
no lo pienses, vámonos, ya somos dos.
Porqué no me das la mano y nos cogemos este barco
celebrando con un beso que hoy es hoy.
Que nuestra patria existe donde estemos tú y yo,
que todo estará cerca si cerca estamos los dos.
Que nuestra patria existe donde estemos tú y yo,
que todo estará cerca, vámonos.

Me encantaría que nuestro país tuviera
un arsenal inmenso de caricias bajo el mar
para que al caer la noche yo encienda dos velas
para invadirte por sorpresa en la intimidad.

Con dos habitantes será el más pequeño del mundo
y sin embargo el más grande de todos los que yo vi.
De veras te digo que el himno que escribo es sincero,
habla de que hay tantos países como gente en cada país.

Si tú también lo sientes, si a ti también te apetece,
no lo pienses, vámonos, ya somos dos.
Porqué no me das la mano y nos cogemos este barco
celebrando con un beso que hoy es hoy.
Que nuestra patria existe donde estemos tú y yo,
que todo estará cerca si cerca estamos los dos.
Que nuestra patria existe donde estemos tú y yo,
que todo estará cerca no lo pienses vámonos.
Porque nuestra patria existe donde estemos tú y yo,
que todo estará cerca si cerca estamos los dos,
que todo estará cerca vámonos tú y yo.

~Are the best I've ever had~

 

[Raziel-Freya Blacknest]

~The dreams in which I'm dying~

Artist: La Oreja De Van Gogh
Album: Lo que te conte mientras te hacias la dormida
Song: Un mundo mejor

El tiempo ha pintado las calles del mismo color
y tú te defiendes del hambre con una sonrisa y amor.
Las casas parece que miran pidiendo perdón
y todo comienza a bailar cuando ya no vigila el sol.
Quiero escuchar tu voz cantando en un mundo mejor.
Quiero encontrarte a ti sonriendo a la vida si no te sonríe ella a ti.

Dime niña de ojos tristes,
recuerdas aquel viejo barco que tanto quisiste,
donde tú y el mar hablabais de libertad,
de una escalera a la luna quizá,
de un mundo que no deje nunca de hacernos soñar.

Los coches se arrastran dejando detrás un olor
que ahoga a turistas sin alma bebiendo en sus vasos de ron.
Un niño pregunta si la libertad es así
y suena una vieja habanera que le cuenta un cuento sin fin.
Quiero escuchar tu voz cantando en un mundo mejor.
Quiero encontrarte a ti sonriendo a la vida si no te sonríe ella a ti.

Dime niña de ojos tristes,
recuerdas aquel viejo barco que tanto quisiste,
donde tú y el mar, hablabais de libertad,
de una escalera a la luna quizá,
de un mundo que no deje nunca de hacernos soñar.

No digas nada, sólo es un ángel jugando a vivir.
Vuelve a sonreír por mí.
Por eso dime niña de ojos tristes,
recuerdas aquel viejo barco que tanto quisiste,
donde tú y el mar, hablabais de libertad,
de una escalera a la luna quizá,
de un mundo que no deje nunca de hacernos soñar.

~Are the best I've ever had~

 

[Kyo_Souhma]

Artista : Cradle Of Filth twisted
Song : Lord Abortion

I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother
A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her

Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath

I grew up on the sluts b*****d Father beat blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through

Aah! Nostalgia grows
Now times nine or ten
Within this vice den called a soul
Dying resurrection
I dig deep to come again
The spasm of orgasm on a roll...

I live the slow serrated rape
The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
Victims force fed thair own face
Tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them
To a warm Summer's day
But to the letter, it is better
To lichen their names to a grave

Counting My years on an abacus strung
With labial rings and heartstrings undone

Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on My come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath

Horrorscopes My diorama
A twelve part (so far) psychodrama
Another chained I mean to harm Her
Inside as well as out
A perverts gasp inside the mask
I'm hard, blow My house of cards
All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts
In brute vermillion parts...

Now I slither through the hairline cracks
In sanity, best watch your back

Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide
Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack

My ambition is to slay anon
A sinner in the hands of a dirty God
Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais
Of light where faith leads truth astray

I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within

"My heart was a wardrum beat
By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
When number thirteen fell in My lap
Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap
My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled
Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into
A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
She went out like the light in My mind
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...
Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for ******** from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch
I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously
But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE?
I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do
Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through..."

The suspect shadow sher they least
Expect My burning grasp to reach

The stranglehold, the opened arms
Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred

Rainbows that My razors wrung
Midst Her screams and seams undone
Sung at the top of punctured lungs
I bite My spiteful tongue
Lest curses spat from primal lairs
Freeze romance where Angels, bare
Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair
I weep, they merely stare...
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.

 

[Raziel-Freya Blacknest]

~The dreams in which I'm dying~

Artist: La Oreja De Van Gogh
Album: Lo que te conte mientras te hacias la dormida
Song: Tú y yo

Sueños que van en bolsas de hielo al mar,
colores sin mezclar, nada que contar...
Silencio que estás atento para atacar,
nos enfrentas y te vas.
No te he oído entrar .
Somos dos novios
que no tienen mes de abril,
que no se miran porque sí,
que no se hacen reír.
Ahora el cariño envenena la habitación,
llena todo de falso amor, esconde el mal humor.
Mírame y dime que es lo que ves,
mírate y dime en que se parecen A y B.

Y es que tú y yo,
sólo tú y yo,
ni siempre ni nunca,
ni tú ni yo
cabemos cantando
en esta canción.

No eran así esos ojos que están
ya cansados de llorar.
Quieren descansar.
Dame un abrazo y siente como esta vez
se nos escapa sin poder hacer nada por él.
Mírame y dime que es lo que ves,
mírate y dime en que se parecen A y B.

Y es que tú y yo,
sólo tú y yo,
ni siempre ni nunca,
ni tú ni yo
cabemos cantando
en esta canción.
Y es que tú y yo,
sólo tú y yo,
ni siempre ni nunca,
ni tú ni yo
cabemos cantando
en esta canción.
Y es que tú y yo,
sólo tú y yo,
ni siempre ni nunca,
ni tú ni yo
salimos con vida
de esta canción.

~Are the best I've ever had~

 

[Kyo_Souhma]

Artista : Cradle Of Filth cool
Song : Amor E Morte

Her bouquets are wilted
Too long has She slept
Their cruel red mouths darkened
To bowed silhouettes
I saw in a new moon
With Her scent on my breath
But then all to soon
Came the hunger for flesh

I held Her in eyes like necropoli
Laying Her on a tomb with a view
Lighting Her from Her feet
To the stars in Her hair
Drove sweet blood to Her throat
And My lips parted there

(In the tone of splintered bone)
She screams benighted
My limbs ignite
A carneal carnivore
On all fours to go...

An ebon Nemesis
From torture gardens of Dis
Having never breathed an Eve
As far narcotic as this
Two spellbound hellhounds
Hearts pounding loud
Racing Heaven out of focus
Under quicksilver clouds

"God is maimed come let us prey..."
To lunar deities that pave deadways
Twixt the living and the grave
Amor e Morte
To cast our fearl shadows there
We made Love bleed on a Deathbed shared
Where, begging Me to feed
To best be Were...

I licked Her wounds and ate Her rare

Argentinum spurred
her watnon words incurred
A sin ridden tongue
To open trading in fur
Never were those gates of pearl
So rubbed to their cusp
Never were the Worlds above
So bitten with the bestial...

Seraphim fell like guillotines
Giving gracious head

Instead of harking prophecies
And how our brother sang
Amor e Morte
In the thick evergreens
Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls
Shifting shape and lifting napes
To commemorate
Erotic stains
Amor e Morte

Unfasten thy masque
Come skyclad to my arms
Leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet
I yearn musky valleys that no Man hath seen
The chill keen of stars
Over Yew and deep wooded ravines
A hidden meridian
Where Midian may be...

In black antlered glades
Encunted in this forest Goddess
She whispers My name
I buck under flames
Animal nitrates
Howling through my veins

I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore
New lusts ecllipsing lips
That brought me to this verge of War
With inner beasts unleashed
To feast, ******** and run
Rampart in chase of She wolf pacts
Forged on heat with setting Suns

I love the night
It would murder My soul
Should I ever fall blind
For though thy flesh haunts
I keep also in mind
The stampede of clouds
From Dusk's predatory sky

Purple versed like the funeral hearse
That first turned thee over to My...
Unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist
Dressed for the sepulchre
My Demon bride...

"God is maimed come let Us prey..."
To Lunar Deities that pave deadways
Twixt the living and the grave
Amor e Morte
Ours was a chorus for raucous souls
Shifting sape and lifting nape
To commemorate
Erotic stains

Amor e Morte
Amor e Morte

 

[Raziel-Freya Blacknest]

~The dreams in which I'm dying~

Artist: La Oreja De Van Gogh
Album: Lo que te conte mientras te hacias la dormida
Song: La esperanza debida

La noche está tan clara.
No puedo perder nada.
Espero llegar...
Un viaje sin destino.
A las estrellas pido,
les pido valor,
que no se despierte el mar.
Les pido calor,
volverte a encontrar...

Cantaré hasta morir,
hasta verte sonreír.
Donde estés te cantaré sólo a ti.

No tengo más abrigo
que los años contigo.
Me llevo tu paz...
Las sombras del camino,
los diablos escondidos,
me han hecho escapar.
Vigilan mi voluntad.
Se la han dado al mar.
Me queda cantar...

Y cantaré hasta morir,
hasta verte sonreír.
Donde estés te cantaré sólo a ti.

~Are the best I've ever had~

 

[Kyo_Souhma]

Artista : Cradle Of Filth ninja
Song : Tearing The Veil From Grace

Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light
A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night

A tragic yet magickal fall from grace
Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste
Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints

Free shining souls torn from God's given Reich
Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight

And Hell knows we sought victory
Chancing the leash
But when bad die were cast
We were cast down to die
A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes
So scholars might say we were blinded by pride
Like the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind)
Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived
Regaining His sights for the storming of skies...

And after descenturies have crawled, vilified
Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives

For eternity is a coprophagic
Backward figure head
Gorging on Her own bitter end
And We have eaten s**t
Until we're close to addicts
Now grime is running out
For us to make amends

To retake what once was lost
To exalt our throne above the stars of God

"To throw our ******** into gates and guts
Of a severed never land
Where we, the damned
Once pleasured ran
Like seamen from the phallus sea"

Atrocious oceans must be crossed
To exalt our throne above the stars of God

The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs
Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise...

Throwing shades of war before like prophecy
Night breed freed from the vasty deep
...Nasty reap of freaks forsaken
And when sultry Dusk disrobes they'll learn
She is not a natural blond
For the lower She goes the darker it grows
An Eve that blows on Her knees for Satan

Fellated Satan
Screams congeal in clotted pearl
As He unfurls from aching hibernation

Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra
As lighting streaks with fire
Black clouds that shroud the Earth
Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories
But now the Sun is loath to come
The crescent moon is freed...

Elated Satan
The scimitar slash to the under gash
Of Heaven too slight for penetration

We strike as wolves from the thickening fog
To exalt our throne over the stars of God
Lowly holy goats bare the brunt
Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt
Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells
that smell of blessed c**t
Like a convent where crosses rust
From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun
There where deeper needs are begged of lust
And cess and less impress enough

Obtaining the ord of Our Guardian, Anger
And Death's tunnel vision
Bad thing in collision
The locking of eyes and jagged antler

Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams
Feasting from throats of celestial thieves

And God knows we seek victory
Now that we are unleashed
To drive nails home of blind faith through those
Who drove us from error to terror below
Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies
Tarred with red honey, the plaster
Of many a spire that aspired to rise
Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die...

In the start like a cast
In morality plays
Our hearts wore a mask
Of dead rooks in the rain
The World was our cloister
No prayer, bent in shame
Our once lucent plumage
Stung with horn withered grey...
and away...
As Aeons slew so we grew to myth
Revenge accrued to a monolith
Bursting through from our roofed abyss
Like an aether greased fist
Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed
Our horror pours through the orifice
Where once the spheres and archangels kissed
Phallelujah!

Fellated Satan
His coming assails
The Night In Gales
That bewail turned tides
That engulf their nation

Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth
In a darkened high house
Overrun by disease
So let the truth be wrung
That the Banished Ones intent
On reinstatement have won

We breathe by virtue of their rot
Now our souls exult above the stars of God

 

[Raziel-Freya Blacknest]

~The dreams in which I'm dying~

Artist: La Oreja De Van Gogh
Album: Lo que te conte mientras te hacias la dormida
Song: Vestido azul

Sólo una palabra se hubiera llevado el dolor.
Con el beso amargo de aquel licor,
hubiera bastado, mi amor.
Sólo una mentira se viene conmigo a pasear.
Sentirme querida en aquel abrazo en el mar.

Con el vestido azul que un día conociste
me marcho sin saber si me besaste antes de irte.
Te di mi corazón y tú lo regalaste,
te di todo el amor que pude darte y me robaste.
He rasgado mi vestido con una copa de vino,
hoy tu amor corta como el cristal.

En el cielo hay playas donde ves la vida pasar,
donde los recuerdos no hacen llorar:
vienen muy despacio y se van.
Sólo una caricia me hubiera ayudado a olvidar
que no eran mis labios los que ahora te hacen soñar.

Con el vestido azul que un día conociste
me marcho sin saber si me besaste antes de irte.
Te di mi corazón y tú lo regalaste,
te di todo el amor que pude darte y me robaste.
He rasgado mi vestido con una copa de vino,
hoy tu amor corta como el cristal.
Buena suerte en tu camino yo ya tengo mi destino,
con mi sangre escribo este final.

~Are the best I've ever had~

 

[Kyo_Souhma]

Artista : Cradle Of Filth 4laugh
Song : Tortured Soul Asylum

"Oh, sweet Midian
I burn for thee at heart
Don't despair me
Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather
To where pleasure rings deep secrets
In spurts after dark..." *

Under full moons waxing lyrically
Death's poetry floods the soul
Like the freezing seed of a demon freed
To curse the stars with vertigo
And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide
Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs
Hymeneal gates to darker sides
A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies

Midian...

Haunted by this portent
This obsession in my mind
With a city sunk below
Tall cedar groves and graves sublime
Sporting their importance
Marble wings spread to the skies
A vale of dreams that it would seem
The daylights race to leave behind

These visions struck like a furious ******** wet lips to cold cemetery walls
Flashes of lust to dust
Splashed across my psychic pall
As hybrid lovers reached their cusp
With final thrusts I saw it all

Forbidden Midian
A long fabled Judecca
A sanctuary for sin...
To rival Heaven
Free of Eden's tragic wreck
(Though the only Angels in repose
Were those with ivy strangled necks)
Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault
Gaunt, haunched edifices
Midst lightfingered mists
From whence more awful shadows
Drew back rusted bolts
And dared a threshold
The searing Sun had knelt to kiss

Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth
The Tribes of Christ will not forgive
And shall not suffer their kind to live

For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs
Or their waltz so sibilant
Through the gathering gloom
But from flumes of the moon in bloom
Baring cach a face effaced
And raped in the womb

In hidden Midian
A vatican lying in state
For the sanctity of sin...
To rival Heaven
Above Eden's birth defects
Though the only Angels that arose
Were those who fell to most requests
Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault
Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters
Haunched, flaunted orifice
Midst lighter fingered mists
Whilst I watched without revolt
Carnalities few beasts permit

Between the dog and wolf
Bared fangs met in intercourse
A nightly rite of teeth and c**t
For those below who rose to hunt

Sor sights that preyed on Me for days
And in laudenum's haze
I painted them all...

The slew of sith and kin
I drew in blood, my veins in thrall
To Deathugees at peace within
(An underworld free of Mortal rule)
Crotesques and wolves in womens skins
The raven winged and missing limbed
Suicides and split thighed Seraphim

And marble stairs
Stargrazers dare
Ascend like prayer
(As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares)

Under fullmoons waxing lyrically
Death's poetry floods the soul
Like the recking weed of a demon freed
To curse the star with vertigo
And in their dance, in trance I prise wide
Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs
Hymeneal gates to other sides
A labyrinth wherein Midian hides

Midian...

I know I've seen
Through the blackbacked mirrors in sanity
Lucent prides amassed in last retreat
Prurient souls but no more freaks
Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from Me
And just like grim ascension prophecies
My revenge, carved deep, will be
A grisly plot that reads
Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams
When My Deviliverers come from fog for Me...

Exhuming the moon
Through the bars in My room
The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through...
But no Aphrodites, Genotypes, Demonarchetypes,
No Cenobites rise to clame me from you

No! No! No!
Don't leave here in this storm weathered cell
No! No! No!
With prophets and losses
And dead men from crosses
My fate is a preview of derelict Hell

 

[Raziel-Freya Blacknest]

~The dreams in which I'm dying~

Artist: La Oreja De Van Gogh
Album: Lo que te conte mientras te hacias la dormida
Song: Adiós

Tengo que irme ya, abrázame.
Nada más llegar te llamaré.
Déjame marchar, no llores más.
Túmbate otra vez, te dormirás.

Te he dejado atrás y pienso en ti
Oigo ¿adiós amor¿ caer sobre mí.
Quiero irme de allí, no puedo escapar.
Necesito volverte a abrazar.

Ven, cálmate no llores más,
si cierras los ojos verás que sigo junto a ti,
que no me iré sin besar
una de esas lágrimas que van desde tu cara al mar,
la vida viene y va y se va...

Salgo del portal, quiero morir.
Tú en la habitación, llorando por mí.
Tú me has hecho tan feliz que siempre estaré
a tu lado, cuidando de ti.

Ven, cálmate no llores más,
si cierras los ojos verás que sigo junto a ti,
que no me iré sin besar
una de esas lágrimas que van desde tu cara al mar,
la vida viene y va y se va...

~Are the best I've ever had~

 

[Kyo_Souhma]

Artista : Cradle Of Filth domokun
Song : For Those Who Died

[Japanese Bonus Track]

Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies,
their unforgotten violence, remember those who died.

And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still,
their unjust accusations demanding I am killed.

"We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee,
who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency,
your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name,
innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same."

Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.
Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.

This self-righteous inquisition is a plague upon our land,
as false as the confessions they force from shattered hands.

"We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee,
who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency,
your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name,
innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same."

Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.
Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.

Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame,
their God a 'God of Mercy' yet in whose name I slain.

My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears,
religious persecution for the past three hundred years.
Preaching peace and mercy 'neath the shadow of the knife,
a papal reign of terror, slaughter in the name of Christ.

And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still,
their unjust accusations demanding I am killed.

"We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee,
who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency,
your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name,
innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same."

Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.
Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.

 

[Raziel-Freya Blacknest]

~The dreams in which I'm dying~

Artist: La Oreja De Van Gogh
Album: Lo que te conte mientras te hacias la dormida
Song: Perdóname

Dame un beso que me haga viajar.
Dame una canción para esperar.
Dame una razón para cambiar...
Dame un sueño roto para coser.
Dame un libro que me haga crecer.
Cuando el mar no tenga sed y el amor sepa perder
venderé mi corazón para darte algo mejor.

Perdóname, abrázame.
Te he visto llorar,
Donde nadie llora más, donde el amor sabe mal,
donde los besos se van, donde la vida da igual,
donde nada es de verdad, donde no existe la paz.

Dame un par de noches y te amaré.
Dame una sonrisa y no te olvidaré.
Cuando el mar no tenga sed y el amor sepa perder
venderé mi corazón para darte algo mejor.

Perdóname, abrázame.
Te he visto llorar,
Donde nadie llora más, donde el amor sabe mal,
donde los besos se van, donde la vida da igual,
donde nada es de verdad, donde no existe la paz.

Perdóname, abrázame.
Te he visto llorar,
Donde nadie llora más, donde el amor sabe mal,
donde los besos se van, donde la vida da igual,
donde nada es de verdad, donde no existe la paz.

~Are the best I've ever had~

 

[Kyo_Souhma]

Artista : Cradle of Filth xd
Song : Hallowed Be Thy Name
I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime;
Reflecting on my past life, and it doesn't have much time;
'Cause at 5 o'clock, they take me to the Gallows pole;
The sands of time, for me are running low...

Mother ******** low...

When the priest comes to read me the last rights;
I take a look through the bars at the last sights;
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me...

Could it be that there's some sort of error?
Hard to stop the surmounting terror;
Is it really the end or some crazy dream?

Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming;
It's not easy to stop from screaming;
Words escape me when I try to speak...

Tears, they flow; but why am I crying?
After all, I'm not afraid of dying;
Do not believe that there never is an end...

As the guards bring me out to the courtyard;
Somebody cries from a cell, "God be with you!"
If there's a god then why does he let me die?

As I walk, all my life drifts before me;
And though the end is near, I'm not sorry;
Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away...

Mark my words, believe my soul lives on;
Don't worry, now that I have gone;
I've gone beyond to see the truth...

So when you know that your time is close at hand;
Maybe then you'll begin to understand;
Life down there is just a strange illusion...