Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips
Let the cold blood flow on it's own...
Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul
Long forgotten...
From which of this oak shall I hang myself?
These ebon halls are always dark...
From which frostbitten bough shall I die?
As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil
As cold as her whisper and chilling gown
No corridors of life and beauty
These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night
Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble
These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death
A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now
Hear this call...
Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates
Whispers...
As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death
As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears
No corridors of life and beauty
No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world
Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips
Let the cold blood flow on its own
Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul
Long forgotten
From which of this oak shall I hang myself?
These ebon halls are always dark
From which frostbitten bough shall I die?
As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil
As cold as her whisper and chilling gown
No corridors of life and beauty
These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night
Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble
These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death
A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now
Hear this call...
Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates
Whispers...
As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death
As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears
No corridors of life and beauty
No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world
Vangeliui kol jo nebuvom neteke padariau situos du budus bet pats ponas mane perdejo i fan base kur vangelis fans ir naujienos jau ne apie dziovinamas kojines o tik apie kuryba. Jei buciau zymus, irgi kojines rodyciau artimiesiems draugams ir kompanjonams
Kaip tapt feisbuko draugu nuo Justino Jarucio iki Keith Jarretto ar ne Jean Michel Jarro. Reik:
1.parasyt laiska kodel jis tau patinka
2.butinai kita laiska kuo patinka naujausias jo darbas ir kodel lauki kito
Nu taip, nesudarysim gi vieno bendro žodyno, kai tokie jie skirtingi Aš gal anksčiau panašiau mąsčiau, bet šiemet supratau, kad visi metų laikai yra vienodai gražūs ir vienodai reikalingi, ir yra tik požiūrio kampas, iš kurio gali juos vertinti.
2009 m. spalio 20 d. 15:40:04
Let the cold blood flow on its own
Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul
Long forgotten
From which of this oak shall I hang myself?
These ebon halls are always dark
From which frostbitten bough shall I die?
As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil
As cold as her whisper and chilling gown
No corridors of life and beauty
These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night
Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble
These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death
A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now
Hear this call...
Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates
Whispers...
As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death
As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears
No corridors of life and beauty
No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world
It was the light's end
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