Τετάρτη 27 Φεβρουαρίου 2013

ΓΡΙΦΟΣ Νο?

ΑΣΤΙΚΟΣ ΜΥΘΟΣ,ΤΟ ΟΤΙ Η ΑΡΤΕΜΙΣ ΤΟΞΕΥΕΙ ΣΤΟ ΚΥΝΗΓΙ ΤΩΝ ΑΘΑΝΑΤΩΝ.
ΤΑ ΘΥΜΑΤΑ ΞΕΨΥΧΟΥΝ ΣΤΑ ΧΕΡΙΑ ΤΟΥ ΜΕΓΑΛΥΤΕΡΟΥ ΘΕΟΥ..ΤΟΥ ΕΡΩΤΑ.
ΕΜΕΙΣ;
ΑΠΛΟΙ,ΜΕΤΡΙΟΙ,ΑΘΑΝΑΤΟΙ-ΘΝΗΤΟΙ..
ΕΞΥΠΗΡΕΤΟΥΝΤΕΣ,ΕΝΑ ΣΚΟΠΟ ΠΟΥ ΔΕΝ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΚΑΝ ΣΤΑ ΑΜΕΣΑ ΣΧΕΔΙΑ ΤΟΥ ΙΔΑΝΙΚΟΥ..
ΓΙΑ ΑΥΤΟ ΟΥΡΛΙΑΖΟΥΜΕ ΑΝΑΜΕΣΑ ΣΤΑ ΣΥΝΟΡΑ ΤΗΣ ΜΕΡΑΣ,ΣΤΟ ΛΥΚΟΦΩΣ ΚΑΙ ΜΑΖΙ ΜΑΣ ΟΙ ΚΟΚΟΡΟΙ,ΟΙ ΠΑΛΙΑΤΣΟΙ ΤΗΣ ΑΥΛΗΣ.
ΑΦΑΝΙΣΤΕ ΜΑΣ ΜΕΣΑ ΣΤΟ ΦΩΣ!
Η ΦΥΣΗ ΕΧΕΙ ΔΙΑΤΑΞΕΙ ''Η ΧΟΝΤΡΗ ΣΕ ΓΟΥΣΤΑΡΕΙ'' ΚΑΙ Η ΕΠΙΛΟΓΗ ΤΗΣ ΕΥΜΟΡΦΙΑΣ ΣΟΥ ΔΕΙΧΝΕΙ ΤΟ ΔΡΟΜΟ ΤΗΣ ΟΡΓΑΝΩΜΕΝΗΣ ΘΛΙΨΗΣ,ΔΕΝ ΘΑ ΚΡΑΤΗΣΕΙ ΘΝΗΤΕ-ΑΘΑΝΑΤΕ.
Ο ΕΓΩΊΣΜΟΣ ΣΟΥ ΘΑ ΣΕ ΓΚΡΕΜΙΣΕΙ ΣΤΟ ΠΥΡ ΤΟ ΕΞΩΤΕΡΟ,ΧΩΡΙΣ ΜΝΗΜΕΣ ΜΕΧΡΙ ΝΑ ΣΥΜΜΟΡΦΩΘΕΙΣ ΜΕ ΤΙΣ ΒΟΥΛΕΣ ΤΟΥ ΑΥΤΟΜΑΤΟΥ ΚΑΙ ΤΗΝ ΑΓΑΠΗ ΤΗΣ ΦΥΣΗΣ ΝΑ ΤΟ ΔΕΧΤΕΙ ΣΑΝ ΤΗΝ ΥΠΕΡΤΑΤΗ ΕΦΕΥΡΕΣΗ.
ΝΑ ΤΟ ΔΙΑΙΩΝΙΣΕΙ ΣΑΝ ΤΟΝ ΜΕΣΣΙΑ,ΚΥΡΙΟ ΤΩΝ ΠΑΝΤΩΝ.
ΤΙ ΘΑ ΚΑΝΕΙΣ ΛΟΙΠΟΝ ΜΙΚΡΟ ΧΟΜΠΙΤ;

Δευτέρα 11 Φεβρουαρίου 2013

The Abstract Prince

I'm the abstract prince of glass and satin
from the plastic dreams that can never happen
my timeless energy can never diminish
and yesterday's dream you will never get to finish

so don't try to touch me there's nothing you can feel
don't try to see me i am nothing that is real
imagination's void is the birthplace of my teachings
the backstreets of your mind are where i do my preachings

you're clinging to the bootstraps of humanity
you're winding through the backdoor of insanity
democracy is useless to your feeble mind
and communism grows but it can never find
a way to make you understand-and-and-and

I feed on humanity and more elastic blessings
i sleep under torches and under battle dressings
i don't believe in god his words are all in vain
his hands are made of rubber and his face is cellophane

from the beginning of time you told me that i'm wrong
then why for all these centuries have you played my song
you won't admit that you're addicted to what i say is right
you tell me that i'm senseless but still you have to fight

you're clinging to the bootstraps of humanity
you're winding through the backdoor of insanity
democracy is useless to your feeble mind
and communism grows but it can never find
a way to make you understand-and-and-and

i order you to follow me you needn't fear no more
because you really love me
because my name is war.




Secular Haze

You know that the fog is here omnipresent 
When the diseaser sees no cure 
You know that the fog is here omnipresent 
When the intents remain obscure 
Forevermore 

Weave us of mist 
Fog weaver 
Hide us in shadows 
Unfathomable wall-less maze 
A secular haze 

You know that his son is near omnipotent 
When she sees eye to eye with spears 
You know that his son is near omnipotent 
When youth and innocence disappear 
Forever lost 

Weave us of mist 
Fog weaver 
Hide us in shadows 
Unfathomable, wall-less maze 
A secular haze 

He is divinity omniscient 
Seeing the world revolve with spite 
The surge of humanity oblivious 
To the divine bringingeth light 
Let there be night 

Weave us of mist 
Fog weaver 
Hide us in shadows 
Fog weaver

Annexus Quam - Osmose I


The World (Is Going Up In Flames)

This world
is going up in flames
and nobody
wanna take the blame
don't tell me
how to live my life
when you
never felt the pain

ooo ooo ooo

come on babe
they don't hear me cry
they don't hear me
they don't hear me cry
but what I gotta do

I can't turn my head away
Seeing all these things
The world
is burning up in flames
and nobody
wanna take the blame

you oh you
you oh you
me oh me
they don't hear me cry
they don't hear me
it's killing me 
oh babe
come on babe
gotta be 
a better world
gotta make it babe
gotta make it right

ooh

Doom March

 If you gaze into the abyss,the abyss gazes into you...




Subcriminal Psychopath


A ghost story?

Δεν είναι η αγάπη περιουσία που τη σκορπάς για να σωθείς
είναι η μαγκιά να μάθεις μ' έναν άνθρωπο να ζεις.

Waves of the danube


Room of Angel


You lie silent there before me

your tears they mean nothing to me
the wind howling at the window
the love you never gave
I give to you



Really don't deserve it
but now there's nothing you can do
so sleep in your only memory of me
my dearest mother



Here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye
it was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry oh well
here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye
goodbye 
goodbye 



So insignificant 
sleeping dormant deep inside of me
are you hiding away lost
under the sewers 
maybe flying high in the clouds
perhaps you're happy without me
so many seeds have been sown in the field
and who could sprout up so blessedly 
if I had died 
I would have never felt sad at all
you will not hear me say I'm sorry
where is the light
wonder if it's weeping somewhere?

Κυριακή 10 Φεβρουαρίου 2013

Love Is Blindness






Love Is Blindness I don't wanna see
Won't you wrap the night 
Around me
Oh, my heart
Love is blindness.

I'm in a parked car
On a crowded street,
And I see my love
Made complete.
The thread is ripping
The knot is slipping.
Love is blindness.

Love is clockworks,
And it's cold steel
Fingers too numb to feel
Squeeze the handle
Blow out the candle
Blindness

Love is blindness
I don't wanna see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me
Oh my love
Blindness

A little death
Without mourning
No call
No Warning
Baby, a dangerous idea...
Almost makes...sense

Love is drowning
In a deep web
All the secrets
And no body else to tell
Take the money
Why don't you honey
Blindness

Love is blindness,
I'm so sick of it,
I don't wanna see
Why don't you just take the night
And wrap it all around me, now
Oh my love
Blindness

Oh, I'm too numb to feel...
Blow out the candle.
Blindness.

Παρασκευή 1 Φεβρουαρίου 2013

Love Terrorists



The times they're a changing

All heavens shall fall
At the end of the day
They mean nothing at all

I hear the call for a revolution
And you're not part of our solution

I won't shut my mouth no more
My heart won't never be ignored -- like before
I never demonstrated
Always loved, never hated

It doesn't need to be debated
'Cause my hate was just belated -- but awaited
Can you hear me now?

On a 42-inch plasma screen I watch the tears of Jesus
Crying out all gods are dead and hacked into little pieces

Your empty words
Sway through the cirrus
At the end of the day
You've got nothing on us

We're approved by the weather Gods
And all the others share our blood
Though I don't even speak the language
I can surely feel the hellish - anguish

Go ahead and throw the first stone
And suck your kingdom to the bone
Keep on and criticize us
And awake the Gods on Olympus -- for us

Have no fear
Never care
Always dare
Never fail
We shall prevail
This is who we are
A conscious for war!

The Pain Of The Accused




ALL THE MORAL HEROES, WHO HIDE THEIR FAULTS, 
BY POINTING THEIR FINGERS ON ONE WHO GOT CAUGHT 
ALL THIS FOOLISH HONOUR IN A WORLD FULL OF LIES, 
IT'S STINKING UP TO HEAVEN, IT'S DIGNITY WHICH DIES  
IT'S THE PAIN OF THE ACCUSED...