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"Nema raja za vječni život
I nema pakla gdje se grešnici peku
Ovdje i sada je dan našeg trpljenja
Ovdje i sada je dan naše zabave
Ovdje i sada su naše prilike i mogućnosti
Izaberi ovaj dan, ovaj sat, jer drugog izbavitelja nemaš.
O meni:
zovem se lucija(u vražju mater)
bla bla bla...
bla bla bla
...Imam frendove damn(koji me jadni trpe)
to su vam Paula,Drska,Nika,Tina,Marina,
Iva,Široka,Nana,
Monika,Anja,Ivana,
Tena,Adry....
i bla bla..neda mi se više nabrajat...ima njh još....
više ne tako sama XD
Kaj volim...pa volim glazbu,horore,morbidne stvari,krv,,Dania Filtha
crnu boju,choopere(dajem bubreg za Harleya),,Fallen Angel..hehe..zna ona...
tetovaže,,gledati crno na život,groblje,crne anđele,zajebavat popa,sado-mazo XD....
A kaj ne volim....narodnjake,glupe umišljene šminkere,roznu boju,
Britney i co.,štikle,ići u crkvu i ostala sranja,Boga
školu,boy bendove,šarene boje,ljubav
one iz tokio hotela(pederi!?),romantične dušice...
mrzim dok se neko bezveze bedira zbog ljubavi..pa ko nju jebe...
mrzim avril lavinge..prodana duša...kurči se da je punkerica
a neka je kurvinska šminkerica...glupača...,kurve...uostalom malo je stvari koje volim
Kaj se sluša....
-Dimmu borgir
-Immortal
-Dark Funeral
-Behemoth
-Darkthrone
-Metallica
-Slayer
-Children of Bodom
-Cradle of Filth
-Pantera
-Tristania
-Metal Church
-Dark tranguility
-Gorgoroth
-Symphony X
-Morbid angel
MOJ MSN VAM JE:angel_of_death_kc@hotmail.com
In the shape of a black goat - The dark lord himself
Demons, witches, and spirits of Darkness await
And watch with pleasure on the succumbed virgins
And innocent souls.. Soon to be sacrificed
The air is filled with diabolical laughter and screams
Spells are whirling, and the smell of hell is spreading all around
The appearance of spirits of Darkness from the heart of Hell
The christains fled like pigs, overwhelmed with fear
Moj uzor...Shagrath
Sanctus Satanas,Sanctus
Diminus Diabolus Sabaoth
Satanas-veniir
Ave Satanas,Ave Satanas
Tua Est Terra
Ave Satana
Behind The Curtains Of Night - Phantasmagoria
A mental inner vortex
as possessions through a wolf's eye
Envisioning the eclipse
No longer to be blinded by a sunrise
In this final benediction
Confronted by mirages of imminent mortality
Time's set to end the suffering
So follow, I will cherish the secrecies of hearts
Chased by the black sheperds
Behind the curtains of night
Been found as a tool in their seduction
Fatal haze
An escape into abomination
Perished to phasma
Asindrome of another aeon
Soul-obsequial inhesion
Resurged in torrents of abyssmal thoughts
Lost in a helix, blackest might
In stealth i do seek deliverance
In phantasmagoria, vortex utopia
Najlijepše stvorenenje na svijetu(bilo i ostalo):
The Promised Future Aeons
Erotic and dreamlike still in its mortal disguise
A passionate ritual in the ruined gardens theatre
The painted angels - Shadowed high above
Once they gathered to worship at the picture of me
Like a whisper where there are no words
Appears the perplexed - The statue of might
In the cradle of the next generation
A spiraling ruin - Lost in the gathering dust
...the faces you saw in the withering garden
I witnessed the flickering - made to look like stone
Quivering like little figures lost in broken flames
Never to forget again the names carved in horrid flesh
Those words drawn in water - Become our legacy of fantasies
Burn the pictures
So unexpected in this strange deserted place
Once opened its secrets would become the world
Its attributes would continue to unfold forever
"Through the fabric of the promised future aeons
I offer this suffering of my unwanted father..."
...and the stars did wander - Separated in the forbidden universe
Kings Of The Carnival Creation
Incarnated marvels simplified
Effects from such a disconsolate kind
Impotence of the once so perfect living
Erase and rewind
Stand rigid for the next battle
Peace means reloading your guns
The love for life is all hatred in disguise
A carnival creation with masks undone
In search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin
through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind
Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth
Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies
An abyss womb stretched wide open, exposed to retaliate
[chorus:]
With the stigma feasting upon your flesh I wish you well
Thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin
Worshipped by anyone's mass on our planet hell
What on earth possessed you
Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues
Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception
Testimonial sufficiency declaring numbness of all perceptions
Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface
And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect
With such bedevilled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil
Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin
Left are the kings of the carnival creation
Carrying out the echoes of the fallen
Sense the withering eternity as it fades away
The ultimate graceless voyage of all times
Only death will be guarding your angels, silently
Cripples joining arms in clamour
Institutionalized for the rebirth, the herd will be hunted
[music: Mustis, Silenoz, Vortex and Shagrath]
Touch Like Angel Of Death
A glance to my eyes, deep within reveals
This worn-out warrior's mind
I'm killing you by suffering
Discomposure of a deepest kind
In the night I crave to feel your breath
And your touch like angel of death
In the dawn I'm in chains of bestial rage
And forced to make you dead
The chains get tighter around my throat
I can give you no love, only dead-lift of pain
In the dusk of evening I tuck you up with feathers
Forever I'll stand by your side
In the twilight of night I'm laughing
While cutting you hundred and thirteen times
Can't you see I am evil, double-edged razor
Child of eternal hate.
To torment you like a motherfucking-whore
I'll make you cry forever more
I'd crawl through broken glass to you...
And your name is written in my very flesh
With the knife I'm still longing to use
In the night I crave to feel your breath
And your touch like angel of death
In the dawn I'm in chains of bestial rage
And forced to make you dead
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Paula
Ines
Ivaa
Anđa
Miro i Fric
Ose
Doda
Nata
Pepsy
Adriana
Antonia
Gerša
Anja G
Lacka
Gužvić
Vitković
Anja
Antonia Š
Morbid Princess
Readiculous
Bloody Angel
Hart of dark
Born to die
Lizzy
Brutalke-cool blog
Sister Nigtfall
Dark Angel
Dont cry
Angel with rose-Gabrijela
Immortal Wings
Freak sa zemlje
Ninicha
Brutalno
..ghotic world...
ninaa
| Hybrid Stigmata - ... |
Nemam inspiracije..mrzim sve ljude...ovaj post je bezveze..žao mi je...
Ljubav i mržnja, glavni su razlozi zašto ljudi rade magiju.
Sa druge strane, treći, iz mržnje ili ljubomore, žele nekome oduzeti sreću i blagostanje. Tu je magija naišla na plodno tlo, u ljudskoj mržnji, slabosti, posesivnosti i ljubomori. To su ujedno i vladajući demoni podzemnih svjetova...Lucifer...Sotona je najviše utjelovljenje zla, manifestacija sina univerzalne tame, kralja asimilacije i manipulacije, koji upravlja milijardama demona samo u cilju preuzimanja ljudske duše.
VAMPIRI
Noc i krv su njihovo carstvo. Donose bolest, prokletstvo i vjecnu duševnu patnju. Sotona ih stvorio, druže se s vješticama, a njihova nadnaravna moc ne ostavlja ljudima veliki izbor.
Žele vam piti krv i to rade već neko vrijeme. Vampiri se pojavljuju u raznim kulturama već tisućama godina, iako verzija koju mi poznajemo - s velikim očnjacima i ljesovima umjesto kreveta - potječe iz istočnoeuropskih mitova 18. i 19. stoljeća. Ta legenda kaže da netko tko se rodio s deformacijom ili je umro neobičnom smrću ustaje iz groba kako bi terorizirao žive. Vampiri su 'neumrli' i moraju se hraniti ljudskom krvlju da takvima i ostanu.
VJEŠTICE
" Vještica će zasigurno uvijek nositi rukavice kad je sretneš. Čak i ljeti, zato jer nema nokte. Umjesto noktiju ima tanke svinute pandže, a rukavice nosi da ih sakrije. Prava je vještica uvijek ćelava kao jaje. Na njezinoj glavi ne raste ni jedna jedina dlaka. Nosi prvoklasnu periku da sakrije ćelavost, a gotovo je nemoguće razlikovati prvoklasnu periku od obične kose. Nosnice su im ružičaste i kvrgave. Pažljivo gledajte oči jer ako je riječ o vještici, zjenica će neprestano mijenjati boju. Vještice nikad nemaju prste na nogama. Imaju samo četvrtasta stopala bez prstiju. Zato kad nose šiljaste cipele imaju velikih problema. Slina im je modra. Čak im služi za pisanje. Ako bolje gledaš na zubima možeš primijetiti blagi plavičast odsjaj. "
Vještice u mitologiji žene koje su prodale dušu vragu i koriste nadnaravne moći da naude ljudima. Od 15. do 17. stoljeća tisuće žena je spaljeno (inkvizicija), jer se za njih mislilo da su vještice. Vještice se obično zamišljaju kao stare kvrgave žene koje mogu jahati na metli.
Morbid children....
By:
Angel of Death
Ej ljudi moji evo mene..prvi put da imam novi blog..na starom sam sjebala nekaj lozinku...al sve ok...napravila ja novi...pa ljudi očekujem da mi komentirate..sve komentare vraćam....hehe...pa ne znam kaj da pišem..ugl.dok mi se desi nekaj pametno u životu budem napisala post....evo ovim putem pozz Paulu,Anđu,Drsku,Široku,Moniku,Ivu,Anju,Dodu,Tenu,Ines,Marinu,Adry,...i ima ih još dalje al mi se ne da pisat....ajd ljudi boooook
By:Angel of Death
Morala sam još i ovu sliku stavit...
