Sleep brings no joy to me
Remembrance never dies
My soul is given to misery
And lives in sighs ...
The shadows of the dead,
My waken eyes may never see,
Surround my bed
That from which they sprung - eternity
Beneath the turf
The silent dead
Sleep brings no wish to knit
My harrassed heart beneath
My only wish is to forget
In the sleep of death
Death is my joy
I long to be at rest
I wish the damp earth covered
This desolate brest
Beneath the mould
The silent dead
But the glad eyes around us
Must weep as we have done
And we must see the same gloom
Eclipse their morning sun
Oh not for them - Should we despair
The grave is drear - But they're not there
Their dust is mingled - With the sod
Their pale souls - Are gone, to god
Well, may they live in ecstasy
Their long eternity of joy
At least I wouldn't bring them down
With me to weep, to groan
And what's the future
A sea beneath the cloudless sun
A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea
Stretching into infinity
Daugumos buvimas cia bergzdzias reikalas. Mano buvimas cia bergzdzias reikalas. Apatija valdo. Boring side of the street. Kaip karavanas karnavalas ir tempiames is dienos per diena...
Edzka Einarai, ar dar Eva mane priimsit i savo gretas (moraliskai) ar patalpinsit i uzmarsti (kaip Gruto parka)? Kaip visi mane nori kuo toliau patalpinti.
Ups.. Wrong paskyra. Satanistams FYI: geras nemetalo albumas 666 aphrodites child. Geri john zorn avantgarde albumai. Vienas ju IAO: Music in Sacred Light, which is inspired by Aleister Crowley and the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn.