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Tristetea Vehementa
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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
Alacelui Orizont Nemarginit Adoarme Fara Desteptare
My ruined world's denying the earthly time
Drained of all emotions... Immortality: be now mine!
My ruined dreams - remains of tortured years
Who will be left to wipe away my bitter tears?
Words of sorrow... sail,
Travelling on cold winds
Words of tranquility... fail,
Dancing on my wounded lips
I'm dying mostly alone within life's thin disguise
And I can't tame the blood
And the heart THEY have baptized
The scars burn deeply into my soul
My smile has lost it's brilliance
My words become so trivial...
Loosing all desire, loosing all, but pride.
...Caci demult, aici, la marginea vietii
Sub lumina siderala, nu mai traiesc in timp...
Iar calendarul a reintrat in forma lui astrala
"Te vad, Te aud, te cuget,
Tinara si dulce veste, dintr-un cer cu-alte stele
cu alte vise si alti zei"
...Pe drumuri delirind, pe-o vreme de toamna
Ma urmareste-un Gind, Ce ma-ndeamna:
"Dispari cit mai curind!"
...Caci visu-mi nu-i un dis pamintesc
My ruined world's grasping for a mystic thought
Though the soul's already tired of search
My ruined dreams - Out of reach
And the hopeless soul keeps on waiting,
For whom? But who's to know?
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Banner of Blaspehemy
(Stindardul Blasfemiei)
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Trei cruci de lemn, trei cruci enorme de lemn
Vopsite cu trei culori, pazesc pe marginea soselei
Fintina celor... crediciosi!
Trei cruci pe marginea soselei
cu gesturi largi de miini bolnave
Opresc din drum pe calatori
si parca-s trei spinzuratori
De care atirna trei crisosi...
Intr-o zi impinsi de-acelasi funerar indemn
Ca dou-armate puse una-n fata alteia
Cumintii se-ntilnira cu nebunii
Copiii mortilor de miine se-ntilnira cu parintii...
"Si-armatele-ncepura lupta la umbra crucilor de lemn
Deoparte flutura stindardul credintei... alb... curat..."
...ca albul cel curat, al florilor de nufar
Iar tricolorul nebuniei, inchis cu grija-n cite-in cufar
De craniu omenesc...
Sta gata sa se desfasoare la cea dintii ingenuncheare
A albului domnesc...
Insa-n ziu-aceea cerul innegrit de fum parea
Un tavan de catedrala ce se naruia
"Iar fumul din clopotnitele-aprinse deschidea-n albastrul:"
Drumul altui fum, mai greu, mai negru si-albastrul
se-nnegrea...
Si-n ziu-aceea cerul innegrit de fum parea
Un tavan de catedrala ce se naruia
Si multimea-nspaimintata, spre clopotnitele-aprinse
Se-ndrumeaza grupuri, grupuri, cei cuminti privesc plingind
Pling ca resturile unei armate-nvinse, iar nebunul sta deoparte
Si zimbeste ... fredonind:
BLASFEMIE !!!
"Iar tricolorul nebuniei adapostea pe-nvingatori!!!"
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(Translation):
Three wooden crosses - Three huge crosses of wood
Painted with three colors - On the margin of the road
Guarding the fountain of the believers
Three crosses on the margin of the road
With gestures made by morbid hands
They hinder wanderers whilst passing
Like three gallows on holy lands
Where three christians are hanging...
Inclined by a funeral stir
On a fatal sky, so blur
Like two armies enticed to war
The mad have fallen upon the brave
The children of 'morrows dead
Their parents had met
In the shade of the wooden crosses
The armies began their battle
Aside... the banner of creedance flattered
White and clean
Like the cleanest white men have seen
And the blasphemic flag of madness
Safely embedded in each human skull
Was ready to unfold at the first
Subjugation of the royal white
On the same day, blackened by fumes
The heavens seem to be the ceiling
Of a collapsing cathedral, bleeding
And the fumes of the burning steeples
Opened in the celestial blue
The way of another fume
Blacker, heavier, and the blue
Has become black, too
So the horrified people
Hasten to the burning steeples
The brave behold whilst crying
Like the remnants of a defeated army
And the madmen stay aside
Grinning and humming: Blasphemy
And the tricolor of madness was sheltering
The conquerors!
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Near Dark
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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
Bizarre she defined her presence
With the lament of the undead
When her eyes have bathed in danger
And the moon had new design
In the cradle of our desire all the blood has turned to wine
But the love no longer remained than just a stir to survive
In this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to recover
I'll forever strive...
Part Two
Dem Sterbenden - die Hoffnung, dem Propheten - der Fluch
Der Liebe - die Dichtung, die dem Sterben entsprung...
The night is crystal clear - words are sent from pictures
Sounds that I can't hear - as weakness wins my body
Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding heart
Eclipsing the whole - planet, history and light...
Part Three
Sometimes, when the sun hides in the back of the earth
When the hungry souls, to whom pain gave birth
Embalm their coldness with the blood's warmth... then
I can clearly hear the calling of a lonely and distant star
In the shade of the abhorrent
Yet in the still of the nights - In the still of the moment
When the moment dies - There she gently approaches
With the new meaning of life...
In a haze of hazard, in the withering chill
Baleful's the passion, when hearts stand still
A flood of sentiments entwined - Rattle thru my falling soul
I slumber against the spirit of time
Like a stranger in a foreign world!
In a park, along the alleys, stained with blood and tears
In the hour, when dusk disperses
Its colors on the white statues
Then I'll wander as a phantom of the posthumous regrets
And my fiery lips I'll freeze
With the kiss of these unrivalled statues
"Si-n asta noapte sfirsese printr-un sarut
Poeme - agonizate de-un infinit si-un inceput"
Part Four
"The all-engulfing dawn of habitude shows his claws again-
Do you still remember our oath? - Til light do us part!?"
Come forth, Feline - Mere moment of melancholy
Drink deep of my desire - The quenchless fire
That unites our tameless embers...
Come forth, Feline - Tortured by our final duet
Let thy pale fingers slide on the petals of the flowers
That thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood...
On the walls, midnight closes even the stoical eyes
Of the unsleeping portraits
And the white-eye of a lonely candle falls asleep
Into its own startling solitude...
Part Five
Silent heart desires
The balm that drives away the human waste
Oh come, infidel duchess
Shrouds of frost fall furiously down... of thee I taste again
Deciphering eternity of its ruined scripts
Of the tenebrious river I pleasantly sip
Upon lifeless leaves autumn has banished
Arises my lovelorn aura's odyssey
"Un ornic cu rostiri funebre, suna amiaza-ndirjit
Iar ceru-mprastia tenebre, peste parcul amortit"
...Returned into that park as a whole
Under the questioning eyes of stars and heavens
Dreaming away on the lost love I've recovered
Death suddenly rises - Annoyed that he couldn't save me
He turns pale from envy
The seasons vanish and so does this story
As the same poets hand raises the pen
He pictured this spectacle with...
The actors fade on the dreary alleys of that elder park
Only two nightshades remaining -
Celebrating the sunset of ages while their sullen laughter
Lustfully haunts the mortal seeds of ruin...
Nights were crystal clear - words were sent from pictures
The colors have seared - these pages, whereas
The darkest hour revealed - the mysterious hand
Which dutifully sealed
This episode's arcane end.
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Ill Of An Imaginary Guilt
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Come to my bossom , at night
I'd like to tuck you in
To show you my devotion
I'd live your fright
I wanna be the infamy - I wanna wound your caprice
I need to try your malice - My dark poetic extasy
I'd like to lick your beauty
I'd wish to scar your sweetened wounds
To reap your rotten fruits
Your loving gotta suit me
Oh, let me be the one - Whowill set you free
See how love unveils her - Incomparable mystery
I wanna feel your hungry skin
I wanna touch the sacrificed
To make you the holy praised
Whore... of my radiant sin
I wanna see you sacrificed
I wanna be your wet skin
To share with you the greatest sin
My holy, capricious whore!
I'd wish to ruin death and violate... life
Together stay on a heavenly day
My dark, sinister angel
How sweet it must have been
To be your hungry, velvet skin
To both rejoice in thrilling dreams
I need your loving as I need to be
Did we see your other face
How it'd ghastly fall from grace
Well, I was the dead you played with
And you... the angel I raped
"Darling, you used to suck dry me creed
Spit out my seed... I used to play and win
I adored you struggling, idolized your everything
But honey, guess, I've always been...
Loving you...
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Die Nacht des Unwesens
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Ach, Nacht, wie lieb du mir wärest
Wenn die Sterne du ausloschen würdest
Ihre Strahlen murmeln unbekannte Gesänge...
Und ich wünsche mir alles Düstere und Stumme
Alles Entblößte und Verschwommene
All das Finstere liebend - Meine Aura verängstigte
Als ein blinder Gedanke knabberte an Raum und Zeit
Oh Seele, wanderndes Gebein, meinen Frieden du erbittest
Ich lege mich nieder, erfrischendes Dunkel
Von schweren Todestraumen durchdrungen
Und wickle mich in deinen Schleier
Mit meinen Gedanken trotze ich allem, was Sie Gott nennen
Ach, du Mörder der Kunst, du falsche Lebensweisheit
Aus meinem atheistischen Glauben wirst Du gewiß sie nimmer rauben
Die entweihte Krone meiner wahren Unsterblichkeit
Ach Nacht, wie lieb du mir wärest
Wenn die Sterne du ausloschen würdest
Der Tumult der Existenz...fragwurdig, ungewöhnlich edel
Dein Schatten murmelt unbekannte Gesange
Endlich, Nacht...steck deine schwarze Flagge in meinen stummen Schadel
In deinem teuflischen Blick - ein dusteres Paradies
Von tiefer, eingeschlafener Dunkelheit
Oh gottliche Vorstellung, die ich oft pries
Verstummter Jammer eines sanften Lächelns
Meine Seele geht verloren im nostalgischen Inferno
Visionen des Todes -meiner Selbstverschwendung
Die Nacht wacht uber die Ikone der Geburt im Chaos
Ich wu?te nichts von ihrer Existenz
Nichts, bis sie mich anlächelte
Ach Nacht, wie lieb du mir wärest
Mit deinem milden Weinen
Wenn Sterne die bittere Vergiftung ausloschen würden
Welche dieses abstrakte Leben in mich hineinpumpt
Wie der erste Schmerz. jedoch trist und still
Ist der Leichnam der sich aus meinem Inneren davonschleicht
Hinein in die Nacht des Unwesens...
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Contemplation Song
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Sfintit Cu Roua Suferintii
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Stingher/Alone
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After Dark
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Ribbons/Requiem
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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
Dance with me, me dear
The dance of those, who'll never return
Bleeding traces left behind, for the living
Hear life forging with death
It's a gorgeous storm unfurling
I've awaited for so long
Now you taste like honey, dear,
On my rigid tongue
It's soothing as you delve
Into my crescent agony
Your lips of tragedy licking my requiem
I am betrayed by your kiss...
"Would you bleed for me again,
For I adore its pounding
On your fetid, lifeless shell, it becomes like satin
No love existing, oh, my darling, see
I am the architect of this bitter-sweet abstract"
A key, a door, a vision, remnants of a dream
Corridor of conclusions thru wide ribbons seen
Like a statue starring with the same cold eyes
Honey, kill me again, for know now what I am
Lay down with me, my dear
Listen to this requiem, you always loved to hear
Through you knew the words, you sang them wrong
Blood began to clog
Still in the rain
Some things can't be remembered
And some are harder to forget..
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