Esta es la mañana siguiente…
Der Morgen Danach - Lacrimosa
XVIII - Rosa Negra
Esta es la mañana siguiente…
XVII - Angelique
The poet's voice lingers onHis words hanging in the air
The ground you walk upon
Might as well not be there
Might as well not be there
I'll take you through my dreams
Out into the darkest morning
Past the blood-filled streams
Into the garden of Jane Delawney
Into her garden now...
Though the rose is there
Don't pluck it as you pass
Or the fire will consume your hair
And your eyes will turn to glass
Your eyes will turn to glass
In the willow's shade
Don't lie to hear it weep
Or its tears of gold and jade
Will drown you as you sleep
Will drown you now...
Jane delawney had her dreams
That she never did discover
For the flow that feeds the streams
Is the lifeblood of her lover
Is the lifeblood of her lover
And the purifying beams
Of the sun will shine here never
While the spirit of her dreams
In the garden lives forever
Lives forever now...
The Garden of Jane Delawney - Trees
XVI - Viento...
I've been looking so long at these pictures of youThat I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All I can feel
Remembering
You standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in
Holding you close
How I always held close in your fear
Remembering
You running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow
And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage
To let it all go
Remembering
You fallen into my arms
Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone white
So delicate
Lost in the cold
You were always so lost in the dark
Remembering
You how you used to be
Slow drowned
You were angels
So much more than everything
Hold for the last time then slip away quietly
Open my eyes
But i never see anything
If only I'd thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I'd thought of the right words
I wouldn't be breaking apart
All my pictures of you
Looking so long at these pictures of you
But i never hold on to your heart
Looking so long for the words to be true
But always just breaking apart
My pictures of you
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to feel you deep in my heart
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to never feel the breaking apart
All my pictures of you
Picture of You - The Cure
XV - El Hada de Venecia
Una mirada...una ilusión
Una sonrisa...
otra ilusión
Una mano tensa...
de nuevo una ilusión
De ilusiones son hechos mis sueños
De ilusiones esta hecha mi búsqueda
El vació...
la realidad
La amargura...
la dura realidad
La soledad...
de nuevo la realidad
Estoy cansado de esta humanidad
Tengo la visión de luchar contra todos
Des Illusions - Dark Sanctuary
XIV - Angellus
Un ángel cayo del tiempoPerdió sus alas en un viaje astral
Bajo a buscarlas en la Tierra
Sin saber lo que iba a encontrar
Desde callejones
de una nueva ciudad
en las mentes de otros indago
Desnudo
de toda maldad
esperando la paz
divago
Lo cobijo el invierno
Le robo la miseria terrenal
La ciudad es un infierno
Y quiere regresar
Lo cobijó el invierno
Le robo la miseria terrenal
La ciudad es un infierno
Y quiere regresar
No era un ángel
era un hombre
que todavía sabia soñar
Entre el humo aun se esconde
pero es polvo en el desván
Angelus - El Cuervo de Poe
XIII - Solitudine a Venezia
Meet my obsession my opium dreamlost in indulgence I'm not what I seem
come to my arms and let me seduce you
surrender you soul, and I will reduce you
to simple sensation and fleshly delight
so flight in my side and embrace the night
we will defy the greatest commands
and heedlessly walk the forbidden lands
Gaze into depths of emerald absinthe
and plunge through the twists of the labyrinth
gather at crossroads and chant to the wind
dance in the graveyards and revel in sin
our innocence lost and our faith destroyed
spiraling down into lightless void
drunken on dreams and ceaselessly sleeping
here in the garden the angels are weeping
They will despise us but we will be strong
the road to fulfillment is rocky and long
misunderstanding is genius' curse
they call us evil but nothing is worse
than passive submission to meaningless rules
these are oppression and misery's tools
ultimate freedom is our delight
to quaff the nectar of forbidden night
Blinded by pleasure we long to be free
striving towards something we no longer see
the world is burning, our minds are on fire
consumed and consuming in seething desire
slaves of sensation is something we've lost
we've ransomed our passion, heedless the cost
Promethean gods, we have ceased the flames
but our theft is rewarded with eternal chains
Angels are Weeping - Michelle Belanger & Nox Arcana
XII - Alquimia
Llega el holocausto, surge de las sombrasCoged los crucifijos, comenzad a rezar...
Se acercan los Santos, con sus largos hábitos
son los enviados divinos de Satán...
Piras funerarias, rodean los campos
la suerte ya esta echada, nos vienen a matar
Brujas y Hechiceros, contengan sus cantos
cruel muerte en forma de bondad...
Oh, Mi dolor... victima... de tu divina sonrisa... Oh, Me quemo...
Y donde esta mi dios? Oh, donde esta mi dios?
Pues reza por mi! Y despues, por ti! porque bajo las tinieblas te esperaré... para quemarnos juntos y sentir este divino placer...
Sino de entre los muertos volvere! Y vendré por ti... yo vendré por ti...
Mi alma atormentada, mi cuerpo hecho cenizas
contemplo levitando la tragedia infernal
Aullan, los lobos, con piel de cordero
Profetas de Dios, cantandole a la muerte...
Maellus Maleficarum - Ordo Funebris
XI - Violino
And once again despair is kissing meWith her cold ghostly lips
My own destruction is leading me to my grave
That I digged for many times
And once again I'm becoming a spectral thought
Forgotten, sad, miserable shit
As I fall into the black spheres among lonely memories
You've broken us, piece by piece
The score of my soundtrack is written by blood
Music of suicide written in red
I did it myself, my wrists are also opened
And like my tears, it's cascading
Everything has been lost behind us
On my kness, hands on my face
The sun is appearing into the spring morning
Where I'm lying there's just nothing than my dust
Now you don't care about him
You live on the other side of feelings
But our February snow
is now covering my lifeless body
Nostalgia - Nocturnal Depression
X - Anatheme
Let me touch your skinLet me see your eyes
You will taste this sweet pain
You will like to suffer for me
See the light in my eyes
Feel the razorblades on your skin
See your sparking blood
Let me drink your life
And in my world of temptation
I will wait for you
I'll show you all the pleasures
There's so much we can do
Don't be afraid my darling
Let me be your guiding light
Don't be afraid my darling
There's no reason for you to hide
I kiss you from your feet
To your open mouth
I can hear you cry
When your blood begins to flow
I can smell your flesh
I can see your greedy eyes
You like to kiss me
With your bloody lips
And in my world of temptation
I will wait for you
I'll show you all the pleasures
There's so much we can do
Don't be afraid my darling
Let me be your guiding light
Don't be afraid my darling
There's no reason for you to hide
Bloody Pleasure - BlutEngel
IX - Nupcias con la Mortalidad
Weeping with you. Arms around themFlowing with you. Without your men
Keeping with you. Feeling their shiver
Drowning with you. Deep in this river
Tired and lonely. Sitting and staring
Weak and filthy. No longer caring
Wasting to nothing. The rubble of you
Hoping for something. Poison where love grew
People. Feel her mind
She is broken
People. Fill your eyes
Her body is broken
Leave me be, with my memories
I can still see all the lovers of me
I still know those feelings
You're still mine, my lover
I watch over you
Goodbye my lover
No sorrow. Please, no tears
Holy and fallen. Watch yourself die
Fade and wither. Long lost the fight
Tremble to sleep. Her man long gone
Years, and still weeps. Never forgotten
My Hope, The Destroyer - My Dying Bride
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