dead volcano
Sonntag, 4. September 2011
Dienstag, 16. August 2011
we are warriors
Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocence is burned, in flames
A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones, I am...
A soldier on my own, I don't know the way
I'm riding up the heights of shame
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
I'm ready for the fight, and fate
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head,
The thunder of the drums dictates
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead's
The rising of the hoards, ahead
From the dawn of time to the end of days
I will have to run, away
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips, again
This steady burst of snow is burning my hands,
I'm frozen to the bones, I am
A million mile from home, I'm walking away
I can't remind your eyes, your face
Montag, 15. August 2011
Sonntag, 14. August 2011
totentanz
At first the fingers start to twitch
The blood is set in commotion
The feet start to beat
Strange tattoos on the street
A warmth floods fast
(They grow wild)
The devil's dived
Inside their minds
Everyone's on fire
Like mad dogs they slather
Writhing and rabid
Feverishly twisting
A tragic display
Wrestling tremors
Imprisoned in prisms
Together in silence
They desperatly pray
Ferocious, voracious
Infectious, afflictions
Convulsions, contortions
Devour their victims
Heaven help me
A descent into savagery
Plummeting rapidly
They tried in vain
to shake this terrible hex
With reckless abandon
Belief was confounded
By spiralling, spluttering,
Quivering wrecks
Heaven help me
And we watched
Them dance
Themselves to death
Everyone's on fire
Heaven help me
The blood is set in commotion
The feet start to beat
Strange tattoos on the street
A warmth floods fast
(They grow wild)
The devil's dived
Inside their minds
Everyone's on fire
Like mad dogs they slather
Writhing and rabid
Feverishly twisting
A tragic display
Wrestling tremors
Imprisoned in prisms
Together in silence
They desperatly pray
Ferocious, voracious
Infectious, afflictions
Convulsions, contortions
Devour their victims
Heaven help me
A descent into savagery
Plummeting rapidly
They tried in vain
to shake this terrible hex
With reckless abandon
Belief was confounded
By spiralling, spluttering,
Quivering wrecks
Heaven help me
And we watched
Them dance
Themselves to death
Everyone's on fire
Heaven help me
xibalba
Through that last dark cloud is a dying star. And soon enough, Xibalbia will die. And when it explodes, it will be reborn. You will bloom...
and I will live.
and I will live.
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