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Jebeno dobre pjesme...
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This is me for forever
One of the lost ones
The one without a name
Without an honest heart
as compass

This is me for forever
One without a name
These lines the last endeavor
To find the missing lifeline

Oh how I wish
For soothing rain
All I wish is to dream again
My loving heart
Lost in the dark
For hope I'd give my eveything

My flower, withered between
The pages 2 and 3
The once and forever bloom
gone with my sins

Walk the dark path
Sleep with angels
Call the past for help
Touch me with your love
And reveal to me my true name

Oh how I wish
For soothing rain
All I wish is to dream again
My loving heart
Lost in the dark
For hope I'd give my eveything
Oh, how I wish
For soothing rain
Oh how I wish to dream again
Once and for all
And all for once
Nemo my name forevermore

Nemo sailing home
Nemo letting go

Oh, how I wish...

Name... forever more...

- Nightwish (with Tarja Turunen) -

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I am all alone in this pitch-black night
All my dreams in vain
I am the one who lost the fight
Black shadows around me, no hope, no light left inside

Heartless I am, it's time to cut, bleed and die


Now we are together beyond the gates in eternity
I hold your hand as we drown together in this sea
There's no angels to guide our way
We are lost forever, the pain inside won't fade away


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He bears a tale so gloom and tragic never to be known
Into darkness now fallen, into hatred now grown
Like stillborn child drifting in the silent seas
of blood, crushing all his dreams
No castle walls can hold the fury in his eyes
Devotion for death, now controls his life
No gold or silver can bring him consolation
Only one thing is left inside him, the desire of revenge

One light so cold and pale, sleeping quietly all alone
One life so cold and gray, wandering away from home

Parted with a horrid cry, snow falls on his grief
United by the sword of wicked screams
What deeds he has done to hear those deadful sounds
In the ruins of memories he wanders, forever bound
Forever bound to death!

Wait for me in th mountains, haunt for me in the winds
Wait for me in the land where nothing lives
Until the day I have found revenge, I will feed my sword
Until my heart is cold, every breath of mine is yours




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Hey you, in the mirror
stop twisting my weak mind
Mirror of madness,
stop haunting me

Hey you, before the mirror
your eyes keep telling you lies
Mirror of madness,
is making you insane

Hey you, in the Mirror
I'll smash your face to pieces
Mirror of madness,
this dream is over

No more, you no more
your face is gone, forever
Mirror of madness,
left me alone


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Time it took the most of me
And left me with no key
To unlock the chest of remedy
Mother, the pain ain`t hurting me
But the love that I feel
When you hold me near
The hopes were high
The choirs were vast
Now my dreams are left to live through you

Red Sun rising
Drown without inhaling
Within, the dark holds hard

Red Sun rising
Curtain falling
Higher than hope my cure lies

An angel by my side
But no Christ to end this war
To deliver my soul from the sword
Hope has shown me a scenery
Paradise poetry
With first snow I`ll be gone
The hopes were high...
Red Sun rising...
Your death saved me

Red Sun rising...

-Nightwish (s Tarjom)yes-

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Amongst such ravage he arrived,
to a village once so calm.
Rooftops glowing the colours of flame
and the blood of the beloved on the ground.

Such anger did it raise to echo through all skies.
To beyond so many may have travelled
but not yet they were to take him along.

'though gathering his forces from those nearly defeated,
alone it was his rage that shook the cruel enemy.
Hundreds of corpses he trampled underfoot,
his axe on their necks as a display of mercy.

"Blades of your swords shall be set free,
iron so cold shall now redden!
Grant them a glimpse of your hatred,
drown them into the streams of gore!"

"Behind your shields you shall now hide,
all you cowards better flee!
Should you past us desire to walk,
our last man standing you must strike to the ground!"

Very few were spared to tell this story,
so immensely the blood took to flowing.
And so the time of the warrior did come
with an embroided blade in its hand
(but a man unyielding with his brothers by his side
as a legend he lives forever).


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... For years I have traveled in coldness,
But my heart is warm as the darkened sun above me...
Nothing can never take away
What I've seen with these tired eyes

Face of the weeping night
And the shade of the fading light

The dawn will never rise again for my eyes
And I will never sleep again
I've lost my hope time after time
Cause the light has vanished from the sky

Now when the darkness has become part of me
I got to let my shadows free
Cause I never looked behind, I never tried to find
Something that could have made me one
Now when the sorrow has taken control of me
I got to let my shadows free
Cause I never looked behind, I never tried to find
Something that could have made me one
Something that I could reach the Sun


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He sees himself as the saviour of the world
His will is strong and he's feeling good

Ive known him since the first taste of beer
I will meet him many times in a year

Happy little, Happy little, Happy little boozer...

He thinks he is the most famous guy
He smiles and laughs and he has a loud voice

He can be very nice he can be full of anger
He'll behave very well, right after misbehaving

- Korpiklaani -

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Now You all know
The bards and their songs
When hours have gone by
I'll close my eyes
In a world far away
We may meet again
But now hear my song
About the dawn of the night
Let's sing the bards' song

Tomorrow will take us away
Far from home
No one will ever know our names
But the bards' songs will remain
Tomorrow will take it away
The fear of today
It will be gone
Due to our magic songs

There's only one song
Left in my mind
Tales of a brave man
Who lived far from here
Now the bard songs are over
And it's time to leave
No one should ask You for the name Of the one
Who tells the story

Tomorrow will take us away
Far from home
No one will ever know our names
But the bards' songs will remain
Tomorrow all will be known
And You're not alone
So don't be afraid
In the dark and cold
'Cause the bards' songs will remain
They all will remain

In my thoughts and in my dreams
They're always in my mind
These songs of hobbits, dwarves and men
And elves
Come close Your eyes
You can see them, too…

- Blind Guardian -

Lucifer's Curse

21.02.2008., četvrtak

...a život se gasio...

…a život se gasio. Sjedila je uz prozor promatrajući kameni grad. Kameni grad. Kao pakao je izgledao, kao mrtvilo pod punim mjesecom. A u njoj tuge… stotinu njih. Patnja svakoga od onih koji su spavali u svojim kućama bijaše na leđima jednog jedinog bića. Zašto je bila čovjek ako je bila anđeo? …je li bila anđeo…?
Sjedila je uz prozor promatrajući kameni grad. Ovaj grad nije bio njezin. …njezin je grad bio uklesan u ledu. Ondje je rođena, dušom. Zvao ju je njen snijeg, njeni ljudi. Svake večeri pjevali su joj pjesme prije negoli je usnula. Svake je večeri netko drugi stražario pored njena kreveta. Svake je noći neko drugo biće nad njom plakalo…
…a život se gasio. Ona je to znala. Gledala je kroz prozor staklenim očima. Na njenom licu pojavio se osmjeh. …a daje ga Mjesecu, i samo njemu. Jednom jedinom Mjesecu koji joj je i utjeha i podsjetnik na bol. A ona je tražila još, bez obzira hoće li njeno tijelo izdržati ili ne. Samo neka je pribiju mačevima i neka je ubiju. Život nije ništa značio, niti pišljiva boba, niti pogleda drugog čovjeka. Živjela je… a život je odavno izgubio smisla. Kavez joj bijaše utočište, kameni grad zatvor. …nekoć je žudjela za jezerima, za pitkom i čistom vodom u kojoj će oprati svoje lice… i ozdraviti…
Ozdraviti od bolesti, ozdraviti od boli, od smrti… o, gdje su li samo ta jezera, taj spas, ta priroda, mirisna trava, boja krvavog sunca, sveti snijeg… njen hrast… njeni čuvari… ozdraviti od života. Umrijeti. Živjeti. Umrijeti i oživjeti. …samo da je uzme što prije. Nema ovdje opomene. Pouka je čvrsta i bolna. Njena je, i samo njena.
Ondje dolje, pored one tamo zidine… nekad je prolazio mršavi momak sa šeširom. Nije bio jedan od čuvara. Nije pripadao njenom svijetu… ali kao da je bio njen. Pod crnim šeširom, skrivajući pogled, s mačem oko pasa i plemićkom opremom odlazio je onamo… u kulu. U kulu. Ondje, gdje ga je mjesec čekao. Nije željela znati zašto. Zaželjela je jedno… i to je svake večeri željela. Čista želja, molitva upućena Svevišnjemu… - Samo daj da dođe. …a život se gasio.
Ležeći na krevetu tonula je u san. San je bilo ono jedino što joj je davalo mir… odvraćalo je od stvarnosti – ondje gdje je susrela smrt. Istina je postala duboka tamna voda, nada je postala mulj, bogatstvo je blatom umrljano. Za ovaj je svijet ništa nije vezalo. …i život se gasio.
Škripanje vrata nije natjeralo njeno tijelo da se trzne. Bila je mirna. Mirnoća odavala je nesretnu sveticu. Možda joj je molitva ipak uspjela, možda je ovo vrijeme, možda je on… tko zna, možda jest, možda nije… ali neka je, neka je… tko god da je… samo voljela bi da je on, nitko drugi… on ima pravo na to… samo jedan, koji nije ni njen ni njihov. ...minute i sekunde je odbrojavala.
Sjeo je pokraj njena uzglavlja. Pomilovao ju je po glavi i u uho joj šapnuo Umrem li, ostavite balkon otvoren…
Oh, Lorca! Dobri stari Lorca! O Cordobo pusta i hladna, o prozore moj… balkon… balkon i put… On je… Lorca je… pjesnik apsurdnosti ovoga življenja… Lorca, jedinstveni Lorca. On joj recitira njenog najdražeg Lorcu… Ako umrem, ako umrem…
Pogleda u njega i ugleda spasitelja u crnom. Šešir mu je bio širok, špicastog oboda… što li je? Zašto su mu oči toliko tamne…? – Ali ne povlači ona želju.
- Hoće li boljeti? – zapita tiho. On odmahne glavom i otisne joj hladan poljubac na čelo. Silina i energija, moć hladnoće i pustoši prošlo je kroz njeno tijelo. Hladan predmet ostade joj u srcu probadajući ga srebrnim sjajem… U njenom oku podivlja opet plamen prirode… a on joj utisne poljubac na usnama… topao i nježan.
Pogleda u njega i nasmiješi se… - Kad umrem… ostavi balkon otvoren…
…i život se ugasio.

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Opis bloga
"Sva četiri lica o meni i svim mojim svjetovima... Sva četiri lica koja pišu ove priče... Razum, ludost, dobro i zlo pišu u pričama ovim, govore o meni, bogove svoje slave, štuju duše mrtve, snove ostvaruju, neprijatelje ruše i ubijaju... u mraku svom, slaveći Tišinu svetu i Smrt.''

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O meni...
blog Layouts

blog Layouts

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Ime - Nemo (Horna)
Godine - ko da je važno, glavno da živim.
Spol - neodređeno
Grad - ... place do Osijeka
Ono što volim - ...glazbu za koju dušu dajem, tišinu, mrak, svoju samoću, sve što ima veze s nadnaravnim, nordijsku i slavensku mitologiju, vampirizam, romane i novele koje pišem iz nepoznatog razloga, posljednji blagoslov prije vječnog sna, svoju Tišinu i Vjetar... književnost i povijest, Gvozd.
Ono što ne volim - ...ljude koji krše obećanja, ljude općenito, narodnjake, cajkaroše koji vrijeđaju metal, kad se metalci međusobno oko mjuze i žanrova svađaju, sunce(na koje imam alergiju, pošto su mi zjenice osjetljive na svjetlost), ljude koji kopiraju druge jer su neoriginalni, školu i CRVE!!!-khmnamcor
Moje puste želje - ...pronaći osobu koja razumije zlo lice u meni, pobjeći u Finsku i skrasiti se, pjevati operu... ha hasmokin

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Bendovi koje slušam... ::
Norther - kad želim ubit nekog
Apocalyptica - kad se želim smiriti
Dimmu Borgir - obavezno prije spavanja
Nightwish - iako najviše cijenim Tarju a ne cijeli bend... jbg, kad je ženska talent!
Korpiklaani - kad se pije
Ensiferum - za inspiraciju
Moonsorrow - podsjeća me na jednog legu
Eternal Tears of Sorrow
Ancient Ceremony
Amon Amarth
Blind Guardian
Arkona (ruska)
Arkona (poljska)
Infernal Gates
Corpus Mortale
Aes Dana
Moonlight Agony
Dub Buk
Ashen Light
Pagan Forest
Eternal Tears of Sorrow
Dream Evil
Limbonic Art
Anorexia Nervosa
Old Man's Child
In Flames
Pagan Reign
Ashes you leave
Shadow's Fall
Limbonic Art
Demons and Wizards
Enslavement of Beauty
Cradle of Filth

... i još mnogo drugih + staroslavenske, nordijske i irske pagan stvari....
...i naravno, promoviram jedan bend iz Bosne - MONUMENT i naravno SLAVOGORJE :D Ne izostavimo i klasičnu glazbu... ipak je to, kao i pagan mjuza temelj nekih pravaca u glazbi. :)


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Ovo vam bjaše Petri Lindroos... tip koji pjeva i svira gitaru u
Northeru i kojeg ja naprosto obožavam... heheburninmad


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Samo jednu rič imam za ženu koje je ovjekovila Nightwish i koju god da nađu u zamjenu... namcorAh ne... nonitko ne može zamijeniti Tarju Turunenthumbup. Definitivno, ona je još jedna osoba koja spada među moje Finske legende.smijeh


A sada... naš najdraži... nikada zaboravljeni... neću ga ni imenovati... samo ću reći... da nije samo meni žao... već i mnogim ljudima... Zbog onoga što mu se dogodilo... Ali dok ga volimo... Živi u našim srcima. I ovo je posvećeno također, još jednoj osobi koju ja jako volim. heh... tko bi reko da i ja volit mogu, ali eto... dakle... On. naš neumrli koji živi svake godine... na Halloween.
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Ahm ahm... coolnajčudniji dosad, ali lik koji mi je JAKO prirasao srcudead, pa tako se i ženski dio mene opako pali na njegasmokin... Ne gledam glumca jbg, već lika kojeg glumi... Hehe... Ljudi moji, moj najdraži, a nadam se i nekima od vas da je zapeo za oko... Haldir o' Lorien... thumbup Hm hm... da objašnjavam il ne... bolje neću, iovako me smatrate čudakom tak dalud... Eto... Ugl, ne mog si pomoć, palim se na vilenjake party. ...jebozovan vilenjak, nema šta smijeh
Lothron lin lend naband... (ak vas zanima šta znači, učite vilenjački!) mah

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