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Evo,prije nego pripremim poučne tekstove o mitologiji(ovaj put finskoj),još malo mog omiljenog metal pjesnika(i Finca),Tuomasa Holopainena...
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
Passiontide
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
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
[I would just like to think that, it's not why it happened to me. But why was I saved? What else can I do now?]
Your death saved me
* * *
Trees have dropped their leaves,
Clouds their waters
All this burden is killing me
Distance is covering your way,
Tears your memory
All this beauty is killing me
Oh, do you care,
I still feel for you
Oh, so aware,
What should be lost is there
I fear I will never, never find anyone
I know my greatest pain is, is yet to come
Will we find each other in the dark
My long lost love
Oh, do you care,
I still feel for you
Oh, so aware,
What should be lost is there
Oh, do you care,
I still feel for you
Oh, so aware,
What should be lost is there
Safely away from the world
In a dream, timeless domain
A child, dreamy eyed,
Mother's mirror, father's pride
I wish I could come back to you
Once again feel the rain
Falling inside me
Cleaning all that I've become
My home is far but the rest it lies so close
With my long lost love under the black rose
You told I had the eyes of a wolf
Search them and find the beauty of the beast
All of my songs can only be composed of the greatest of pains
Every single verse can only be born of the greatest of wishes
I wish I had one more night to live
A saint blessed me, drank me deeply
Spitting out the misery in me
Still a sinner rapes a thousand saints
Sharing the same hell with me
Sanest choice in this insane world:
Beware the beast but enjoy the feast he offers
Sanest choice in this insane world:
Beware the beast but enjoy the feast he offers
All of my songs can only be composed of the greatest of pains
Every single verse can only be born of the greatest of wishes
I wish I had one more night to live
Christabel
"Oh, sweet Christabel. Share with me your poem.
For I know now, I'm a puppet on this silent stage show.
I'm but a poet who failed his best play.
A Dead Boy, who failed to write an ending
To each of his poems
* * *
Toll no bell for me, Father
But let this cup of suffering pass from me
Send me no shepherd to heal my world
But the Angel - the dream foretold
Prayed more than thrice for You to see
The wolf of loneliness in me
...not my own will but Yours be done...
You wake up, where's the tomb?
Will Easter come, enter my room?
The lord weeps with me
But my tears fall for you
Another beauty
Loved by a Beast
Another tale of infinitely dreams
Your eyes they were my paradise
Your smile made my sun rise
Forgive me, for I don't know what I gain
Alone in this garden of pain
Enchantment has but one truth:
I weep to have what I fear to lose
"Iknew you never before
I see you never more
But the love, the pain, the hope, O beautifull one
Have made you mine, 'till all my years are done"
Without you
The poetry within me is dead
"You tell me, my love; It's not love if it's not forever.
But let me
tell you; A Scene could brmuch more to remember than the play
itself."
Post je objavljen 12.02.2006. u 14:33 sati.