Part One:. This is a world blessed by the victims of carnal tragedy. The humans ritual of love and adoration dense-waven history. Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've bled.
Part One. . This is a world blessed by the victims. Of carnal tragedy. The humans ritual of love and adoration. Dense-woven history. . Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've bled.
Grele ginduri, anemie, nocturn complot. Noaptea-I vie, iar o mie de stele. Ma privesc si eu tinjesc la ele. Oglinda-I sparta si in ea se oglindeste tot!.
Ach, Nacht, wie lieb du mir warest. Wenn die Sterne du ausloschen wurdest. Ihre Strahlen murmeln unbekannte Gesange.... Und ich wunsche mir. alles Dustere und Stumme.
Where the wind blows over the mountaintops into the ancient sky. And the flowers whither in the shadows of an autumn night. Misty fog arises from the valleys and hides the face of the moon.
Now far I, I am from you before my fire alone. And read again the hours that so silently have gone. And it seems that eighty years beneath my feet did glide.
Random raining, ribbons of melancholy. The moment dies right here, before me. Grey horizons tarred to my days. The curtain fell, still the solitary plays.
In peaceful silence she lies there and sleeps. Dreaming of secrets concealed in the deeps. Ohh, of our long forgotten history. Those who are devoted to her know that she keeps.
Cnd lumea se preschimb-ntr-o umed-nchisoare. n care-n van speranta, biet liliac se zbate. Lovindu-se de ziduri, cu-aripi sovttoare. Si dnd mereu cu capu'-n tavanele surpate.
Spirit is your fate and burden. Spirit is your destination. . Once long ago, on a dark night. You felt body and soul unite. In a dream of epiphany. You were given perspicuity, dignity, autonomy, supremacy.
And when the moon enrapts the streams. And trembles on the fen. A thousand years have flown it seems. Since then, since then. . For if today I part the veil.
A dying romance, bleeding for my sensation. Would Death unmask the azure of the creation?. Oh, stay far from my crown of certainties. . A dying romance, the blindman's torch of ideals.
Viata Dormiteaza Germinind Si-O Simt In Jur Universala. Intr-o Nesfirsita Oboseala Si-n Absenta Ultimului Cind. Iar Taina Aerului Otravit Intr-un Inceput De-nnoptare.
Viata Dormiteaza Germinind Si-O Simt In Jur Universala. Intr-o Nesfirsita Oboseala Si-n Absenta Ultimului Cind. Iar Taina Aerului Otravit Intr-un Inceput De-nnoptare.
Strainule ce bati la poarta de unde vii si cine esti?. Strainule de lumea noastra, raspunde-ne de unde vii,. Prin care lumi traisi cosmarul nepovestitelor povesti.
Deep into the darkness peering. Long I stood there fearing. Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.... But the silence was unbroken. And the stillness gave no token.
Life is a clay urn on the mantle. And I am shattered on the floor. Life is a clay urn on the mantle. And I am scattered on the floor. We are the wounds and the great cold death of the earth. . ..
Here I sit at the fire. Liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul. Here I drink alone and remember. A graven life, the stain of her memory. In this cup, love's poison.
The shallow voice of the wind. Cries between these ebony wings. The shallow cries of the wind. Sing a swan song for mankind. . Shine on morning sky fire.