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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))

Вроде создаёт, но куда он их посылает?

всплывающие окна включи

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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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!

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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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))))

Martyr
и не думай даже=)
потому что надо сразу покупать электруху, вставать перед зеркалом, трясти башкой и орать дурным голосом эти слова=)

Это забавно...
Юные "рокеры" наверное очень счастливы...

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..."

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.

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

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)))))))))))

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....