Remember when I took you Up to the top of the hill? We had our knives drawn. They were as sharp As we were in love.
If god crossed us We'd take all his drugs, Burn his money And his house down, And wait for the fire to spread.
But sometimes hate is not enough To turn this all to ashes.
Together as one Against all others Break all of our wings to Make sure it crashes We're running to the Edge of the world Running, running away We're running to the edge of the world I don't know if the world will end today
I had no choice, I erased the debt of our family, Let you say goodbye With lips like dynamite.
And everyone Turned their backs Because they knew When we held on tight To each other, We were something fatal, That fell into the wrong hands.
With your baronial motif Mankind at your feet and your opulent guests With whom you do test The whisper of your blood The call to those you loved Who lay down for you For you to run them through
Carelessly dressed I grovel highness Beneath your stars and your moon and your feminine doom
Beneath the shiver of your sea and the gold that you bleed On the wings of your charm A promise of great harm
The light within us fades As we shy away from day The passion of her bite and the glory of her sight In a hive of open lore We await the call to war In an issue of drying blood Lies the victim of our love
Regale me with lies and punish me outright The crisis of my empire The volume of your desire
Your enfolding dark Your beauty and your mark I give you my veins As we lay down in pain
I couldn't help the things we did No matter where or how I hid We live for every single night Victorious in every fight
My death waits like an old roué so confident I'll go his way whistle to him and the passing time... My death waits like a Bible truth at the funeral of my youth weep loud for that - and the passing time... My death waits like a witch at night as surely as our love is bright let's not think about the passing time
But whatever lies behind the door there is nothing much to do... angel or devil, I don't care for in front of that door... there is you.
My death waits like a beggar blind who sees the world through an unlit mind throw him a dime for the passing time... My death waits there between your thighs your cool fingers will close my eyes let's think of that and the passing time. My death waits to allow my friends a few good times before it ends so let's drink to that and the passing time
But what ever lies behind the door, there is nothing much to do angel or devil I don't care for in front of that door... there is you
My death waits there among the leaves in magicians mysterious sleeves rabbits and dogs and the passing time. My death waits there among the flowers where the blackest shadow, blackest shadow cowers let's pick lilacs for the passing time. My death waits there, in a double bed sails of oblivion at my head so pull up the sheets against the passing time
But whatever lies behind the door there is nothing much to do angel or devil... I don't care for in front of that door there is...
(I love this song! It's sooo much David Bowie! This man is more than a singer... amazing!I dedicate it with all my love to all of you the sublime sweethearts, wishing you to find your 'death' out there this year! Make most of this year and don't forget to laugh, not just smile! Love, Melian)
For the pain and the sorrow caused by my mistakes Won’t repent to a mortal, whom is all to blame? Now I know I won`t make it, there will be a time We'll get back our freedom, they can't break what's inside
I'll face it cause it's the heart of everything
Open up your eyes Save yourself from fading away now, don't let it go Open up your eyes See what you've become, don't sacrifice It's truly the heart of everything
Open up your eyes
Stay with me now, I’m facing my last solemn hour Very soon I'll embrace you on the other side Hear the crowd in the distance screaming out my faith Now their voices are fading, I can feel no more pain
I'll face it cause it's the heart of everything
Open up your eyes Save yourself from fading away now, don't let it go Open up your eyes See what you've become, don't sacrifice It's truly the heart of everything
Open up your eyes Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes Save yourself from fading away now, don't let it go Open up your eyes See what you've become, don't sacrifice It's truly the heart of everything
You're telling me that I'm the most important thing to you, but can't you see? you're killing me with all the things you do, and I really want to believe it's impossible I really want to believe it's all a dream, but I just can't seem to wake up, I just can't seem to turn on the light, one step off the edge and the world will seem all right
You did it again, yes you in the mirror, you put your faith in a cruel world, All my dead friends come to haunt, harm and hinder, never letting go, here to drag me down to Hell, just say goodbye...
Just answer me, what was the point of all that treachery, and soon we'll see the truth behind all of your blasphemy,
No never again I'll never trust no one again, I'd sooner slit my wrists and risk discovery of Hell, than stay another moment here where certain Devils dwell...
Cruising around me the flames burn my body Wishful beginnings Does this remind them again & again You're a sorry little girl You're a sorry little girl Please hide, for the pain must feel like snow You're a sorry little girl Sorry little girl
Please hide from the kiss and the bite Shame burns Breathing in, breathing out Breathing in only doubt The pain must feel like snow I'm no longer your golden boy Sorry little girl I'm sorry little girl
The pain must feel like snow There you go Cover me, cover me We flew on the wings We were deep in the dead air And this one will never go down
We had such wishful beginnings But we lived unbearable lives I'm sorry little girl Sorry little girl So so sorry little girl
The pain must feel like snow There you go There you go
My heart weights minimum a tone An army's feet pounding on my head Maybe I'll wake up one day to notice that all my life was just a dream...
And maybe I'll be better off without you You left me here with all my thoughts I'd write a zillion words or walk a million miles I'd sleep on broken glass just not to lose your smiles
I travel for you around the world Collecting moments, o how absurd To bring you beauty, to bring you joy I wish I'd be a little boy
Where is that silence you promised me? Why is that distance so close to me? Why is your violence still hurting me? Why are your eyes avoiding me?
Let me say thank you for all that you have given me. Thank you for everything you've done. Forgive me for saying one last thing: I miss you and I hope you hear this song!
I travel for you around the world Collecting moments, o how absurd To bring you beauty, to bring you joy I wish I'd be a little boy
I'm dying for you, can't you see? I'm lying for you to be free! I hunger for you, 'cause I can't eat! I'd vanish for you in defeat!
"SIRENIA sounds like a mixture of gothic metal and rock with classical influences, as well as black and death metal elements. Their sounds have a solid base in the powerful drums and bass which are arranged in a very dynamic and progressive way and supported by powerful rhythm guitars, dressed with atmospheric keyboards and spiced with melancholic violins and 12-string guitars. The Vocal styles are varied and are made up by growls, screams, female vocals, clean male vocals, choirs, whispers and samples. The songs are very intense and the atmosphere changes frequently. The lyrics are based on reflections on life, death, love, hate, paranoia, anxiety and mental decline in general."
History:
"Sirenia came together in early 2001, when Morten Veland parted ways with his former band Tristania, due to musical disagreements and personal differences. He was however at this point full of ideas and more than ready to set them free. He invested a lot in new equipment and spent much time in his home studio composing."
There’s a light and a darkened road There’s a night and a fading hope There was a dream that once was mine But now it seems it has passed with time
Sail away my little sister Sail away to the other side Sail away my little sister Sail away far into the night Where times seems much better Than this void called life
There’s a voice inside my head There was a hope, now now long since dead It’s all a wonder, will I abide I hear you calling from the other side
6 AM, Christmas morning No shadows No reflections here Lie cheek to cheek in your cold embrace.
It started so tragic as a slaughterhouse She pressed the knife against your heart And say that 'I love you' so much you must kill me now. I love you so much you must kill me now...
If I was your vampire Slim as the moon Instead of killing time We'll have each other till the sun.
If I was your vampire Death waits for no one. Put my hands across your face Because I think our time has come.
Digging your smile apart with my spade tongue And the hole is where the heart is We built this tomb together I will fill it alone.
Beyond the pale Everything's black no turning back
If I was your vampire Slim as the moon Instead of killing time We'll have each other till the sun.
If I was your vampire Death waits for no one. Put my hands across your face Because I think our time has come.
Blood stained sheets in the shape of your heart This is where it starts This is where it will end Here comes the moon again.
Six nineteen and I know I'm ready. Drive me off the mountain You'll Burn and I'll eat your ashes. Impossible we're seducing our corpse.
If I was your vampire Slim as the moon Instead of killing time We'll have each other till the sun.
If I was your vampire Death waits for no one. Put my hands across your face Because I think our time has come.
This is where it starts This is where it will end Here comes the moon again.
Sometimes I feel I've got to… Run away, I've got to… get away from the pain you drive in the heart of me The love we share Seems to go nowhere, I've lost my light, I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night,
Once I've ran to you, (I ran) Now I run from you, This tainted love you've given, I give you all a boy could give you, take my tears, and that's not nearly all, Tainted Love, Tainted love
Now I know I've got to… Run away, I've got to… Get away, Don't really want anymore from me to make… Things right, Y' need someone… to hold you tight D'ja think Love was to blame, I'm sorry I don't play that way
Once I've ran to you, (I ran) Now I run from you, This tainted love you've given, I give you all a boy could give you, take my tears and that's not nearly all, Tainted love, Tainted love
Don't touch me please, I can not stand the way you tease, I look for the head you sew So now I'll pack my things and go! Sexy baby tainted love, Sexy baby tainted love, Sexy baby tainted love, Sexy baby tainted love! Once I've ran to you! (I ran) Now I run from you! This tainted love you've given! I give you all a boy could give you! take my tears and that's not nearly all! Tainted love, Tainted love, Tainted love, Tainted love.
Whatever is fitted in any sort to excite the idea of pain, and danger, that is to say, whatever is in any sort terrible, or is conversant about terrible subjects, or operates in a manner analogous to terror, is a source of the sublime; that is, it is productive of the strongest emotion which the mind is capable of feeling.
So we lived under a disorientated moon which was as angry a purple as if the sky had bruised its eye, and, if we made certain genuine intersections, these only took place in darkness.
Arundhati Roy
... the secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don't deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don't surprise you with the unforeseen.. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover's skin. You know how they end yet you listen as though you don't. In the way that you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won't. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn't. And yet you want to know again. That is their mystery and their magic.
The Movie
"Some things don't rest easy even when they're dead. Their bones cry out from the ground." Roland The Dark Tower IV
oscar wilde
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
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