perjantai, 26. joulukuu 2008

Angel

I born to be good
to serving the good
I started to pileing your dreams,
your wishes
and I can't be a human
not even a God
I'm the odd man here, in strange land
far away from home

Sing to your night
hold it tight
there you can find a resting place
to yur guilty to your lies
and no one watches you to eyes
no oe asks your name
and with my iron bar
I will herd you

I won't bow
not ash, not dust
I didn't learn to humbling
not apologising
So I won't bow,'not ash, not dust
I'm not gonna cry
not gonna ask for mercy

You can have everything if you lay down and bow!

I am the fire from the air
the first angel
and I won't humble in front of the people
only in fron of my own envy
and sometimes I really miss lap
where I can rest myself
the ray of hope to my dark nation

lauantai, 13. joulukuu 2008

Melancholy

How I hate words, how I hate writing
I'm just walkind circle in my empty house

My thoughts are just nothing and hopes like morning cobweb
Whole life is just pain and ash

Wining from love and howling from desire
they're turning around the city looking for blood

To their own dark castles, behind the walls
The most fearfuls hide to hatching their ghosts

And is world just a nightmare without waiking up?
Or life just a wisper opposite two emptys

Time is running, clocks are galloping
many poor, grave and brave
So before the night walk on the bright side
but beware the legion of murdermans
Just don't go with them
who don't believe in anything anymore

torstai, 11. joulukuu 2008

Ei otsikkoa

His Infernal Majesty Is The Power To Love You Once More

and

I never

stop loving you

'cause

the world's ending soon

torstai, 11. joulukuu 2008

The Meaning of Living

I woke up to watch the sun

It was just going down

And for a moment I was thinking who I am

and what is this place

Who knows how I was messing yesterday

but now it's a headache and i wonder why

I dunk myself that kind

Sense is telling should go home

the party's finish now

torstai, 11. joulukuu 2008

The Grave

Did you love when you were young?

Or was it just a guess?

Did you feel God when you helped them?

Or was it even helping?

 

You can do what ever you want

and no one still understands

You can say what ever you want

and no one still hears

 

Did you feel they were all your friends

or were they betrayers?

Were you sick as they told me

or were they sick?

 

Ant that's how he walks

on long road to the castle

And there's she's waiting for him

He's standing in silence

staring straight trough the stone

until he finally falls down