The water pours its embracing arms 'round the stone.
Decay drips from the unquiet void.
Where the ice forms. Where life ends.
The stone is by the crimson blood, swallowed.
The red tide beyond the ebon wound, contorted.
My sacrifice bids farewell in this river of memory:
A wave to end all time.
Red birds escape from my wounds,
And return as falling snow,
to sweep the landscape a wind haunted.
Wings without bodies.
The snow, the bitter snowfall.
You long to die in her pale arms, crystalline
To become an ode to silence.
In the soul of a mountain of birds, fallen.
The cascading pallor - of ghostless feather.
The snow has fallen
And raised this white mountain
On which you will die
And fade away in silence
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The water pours its embracing arms 'round the stone.
Decay drips from the unquiet void.
Where the ice forms. Where life ends.
The stone is by the crimson blood, swallowed.
The red tide beyond the ebon wound, contorted.
My sacrifice bids farewell in this river of memory:
A wave to end all time.
Red birds escape from my wounds,
And return as falling snow,
to sweep the landscape a wind haunted.
Wings without bodies.
The snow, the bitter snowfall.
You long to die in her pale arms, crystalline
To become an ode to silence.
In the soul of a mountain of birds, fallen.
The cascading pallor - of ghostless feather.
The snow has fallen
And raised this white mountain
On which you will die
And fade away in silence
____________________
I am the unmaker... I bring death to the beautiful dawn.
Trečiadienį jis buvo pasiūlęs Martin Gore - In a Manner of Speaking. Tai čia man ne tik Dienos, o Gyvenimo daina (na, bent jau Top10). Bet, ironiška, kad ir kaip norėjau už ją pabalsuoti, musicas niekaip neleido prisiloginti
O, supratau. Wellerman - tai čia kažkoks naujas superherojus kaip Batman, Superman ar Spider-man. Ir jo supergalia yra virusų skleidimas. Sooo... thanks, but no thanks
Visgi reiktų bent jau pasiūlyti ir šiuo metu populiaresnės muzikos, kad topas kažko vertas būtų. Siūliau, bet niekam nepasirodė net įdomu Nors Wellerman dabar kaip ir viral visam pasaulyje.
Man tai administracija nulūžta vos tik į ją įėjus, tai tikimybė, kad aš siūlau dainas į top40/LTtop30 yra nykstamai maža
Man tai irgi smagu matyti vis prisijungiančius senus veidus. Va Eligijus karts nuo karto kažką linksmo į dėžutę parašo
2009 m. kovo 26 d. 20:08:00
Decay drips from the unquiet void.
Where the ice forms. Where life ends.
The stone is by the crimson blood, swallowed.
The red tide beyond the ebon wound, contorted.
My sacrifice bids farewell in this river of memory:
A wave to end all time.
Red birds escape from my wounds,
And return as falling snow,
to sweep the landscape a wind haunted.
Wings without bodies.
The snow, the bitter snowfall.
You long to die in her pale arms, crystalline
To become an ode to silence.
In the soul of a mountain of birds, fallen.
The cascading pallor - of ghostless feather.
The snow has fallen
And raised this white mountain
On which you will die
And fade away in silence
____________________
I am the unmaker... I bring death to the beautiful dawn.