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Remembrance of My Death
Around, all around, the shadows gather. My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my naked soul. It wounds me, and darkly my blood drips to barren land. In agony I call your name while Hell surrounds me. Now alone, my fervent plea falls upon darkened eyes. This is my doom здорово)) кролем по морю из крови гребу за тобой воспалённая воля) я так тоже могу)) |
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Вроде создаёт, но куда он их посылает?
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Around, all around, the angels gather.
My dread grows as the Dark One's touch falls against my head. It smites me, and darkly my blood drips to the dead grass. In pain I fall limply while oblivion takes me. Now alone, my blood falls upon cold eyes. This is my doom |
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Untitled the night falls with a silent sigh, cold and alone are we. the understanding for which you lust flares once, then dies, crushed by madness. all hope must end. your heart beats no more. how could you leave me? spirits surround us, crying, we have lost our light. Да уж а переведешь на русский....такая бяка получается -хы! |
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#7
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to be as she
It is a night of blood, a song of darkness, wolves vent their loneliness. The beautiful one rises. Night shrouds her walking form, a timeless life. Her raven hair cascades over pale shoulders, and her full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the darkness streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. Now a night of new life, I smile vaguely. |
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untitled
It is a night of blood, a song of ethereal pain, wolves vent their pain. The dark one wakens. Evil shrouds her brooding form, a timeless fear. Her raven hair cascades over fragile milk-white shoulders, and her full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the blood streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. Now a night of new life, I hunger. Боюсь даже переводить)))) |
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#9
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Martyr
и не думай даже=) потому что надо сразу покупать электруху, вставать перед зеркалом, трясти башкой и орать дурным голосом эти слова=) |
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Это забавно...
Юные "рокеры" наверное очень счастливы... |
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Alone In Darkness The night falls without a sound. Cold and alone we are. The light for which you pray Flares once, then dies, swallowed by the all-encompassing dark All hope must die. Your love is no more. How could you fail to believe? Lost souls surround us, crying: "Save us from ourselves..." |
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#12
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just another dang vampire wannabe
It is a night of darkness, a song of darkness, wolves vent their cry. The dark one stirs. Darkness shrouds her walking form, a timeless fear. Her raven hair cascades over pale and tragic shoulders, and her full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the darkness streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. Now a night of darkness, I weep. |
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Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my naked soul. It crushes me, and darkly my blood drips to the dead grass. In pain I cry out while oblivion follows. Now alone, my love falls upon dead eyes. This is my Hell |
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#14
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It is a night of sorrow, a song of death,
wolves vent their cry. The ethereal one awakes. Mist shrouds her pale form, a timeless desire. Her ebon hair cascades over fragile milk-white shoulders, and her full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the soul streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. Now a night of ecstasy, I rise. жеесть))))))))))) |
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A God that is Yours
Slender beams of accusation enter this darkened church as I kneel, always in prayer, always alone, frozen here, waiting. Haloed forms wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances in the air, forming an image in my mind, spearing my darkened outstretched arms. Blood on a clock's face. I raise my head, now embracing this callous Limbo. идиотизм получился.... |
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