I burn, I fly,
I drown in a blood red sky,
Never mourned,
Never Known,
So alone, so alone am I...

• 13Aug 08

  No time :(

  Well it is now sad for me to say but i have very little time to myself these days as i have started studing again but i will try and be here as much as possable

  now Jaf171 put it into my head to try and name my top ten metal bands regardless of the type of metal here i go

  #10 Metallica

  the band that started me on metel and i have never look back since

  Fav songs= the outlaw torn, master of puppets, fade to black

  #9 Draconian

  some of the longest songs i have ever known but there music is good you dont notice the time go

  fav songs= it greaves my heart, the solitude and the everlasting scar

  #8 My dying bride

  just simply beautiful i can not say any more only that i cant wait to see them

  fav songs my hope the destroyer, the wrecage of my flesh, the blood the wine the roses

  #7 Tristania

  the first female frounted band that i heard and the nicest voice in the world

  fav songs= cure, deadlocked, the birds

  #6 Trail of tears

  such a great grasp of how to use 3 different voices in one song and still have it turn out to be listnable

  fav songs= the haunted, decadence becomes me, point zero

  #5 Thy sins of thy beloved

  they only done 2 albums but are truly amazing

  fav sons= Nebula queen, all alone, silent pain

  #4 Cradle of filth

  dark deathly and brilliant one of the best band around

  fav songs= tortured soul asylem, heaven torn asunder, cruelty bought thee orchids

  #3 Machine Head

  no words to describe

  fav songs= desend the shade of night, halo, daviden

  #2 Fields of the nephilim

  Carl MacCoy is one of the best music compossers of all time

  fav songs= shiva, mourninig sun, she

  #1 Virgin Black

  My favorite band of all time can listen to there songs until my ears bleed just wish i could see them live

  fav songs= Darkness, domine, renaissance

  • Posted Aug 13, 2008 11:44 am GMT
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• 14Jul 08

  Narcissistic funeral

  Opened my veins yesterday and poured in the twilight
  with its dead promises. Nothing makes sense in an imaginary
  world that no one can touch. In the strange hours I dream of evenings
  under moonrise and of fashioned ideals before they could turn
  and go, had seeped their treachery into my widowed summers. Is this my lover, this face of death? I recoil to
  the unmoving view.
  
  The soft, voiceless emotions escape the exhausted frame to assail
  tomorrows empty heaven. The dawn, with its dull smell, fills my nostrils
  and the stench of a burning sun separates the hope from silent lips.
  
  There is something painful in the first spring bud of life, it tears at the insides and claws at the doors of
  tenderness
  that riseth in black forms from an obsolete graveyard.
  
  To cast my eyes on the horrors you have created or to turn and gaze
  at the clouds? It remains cold and dark and the painless times revel in
  a distant memory that only seem to trespass when the night is clear.
  
  The bitterness tastes sweet and it conjures up images
  of a narcissistic funeral
  that injure my dreams
  narcissistic dreams
  
  The wordless world bleeds to the point of despair and the failed attempts to move end in quiet massacres. The
  lurid calm is a stalking mountain that eludes the perceptive eye but eventually overwhelms to send us cowering.
  • Posted Jul 14, 2008 11:41 am GMT
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• 1Jul 08

  the light at the end of the world

  
  An isle, a bright shining isle
  stands forever, alone in the sea
  Of rock and of sand and grass
  and shale, the isle bereft of trees.
  
  - Small. A speck in the wide blue
  sea. 'Tis the last of all the land.
  A dweller upon our lonesome
  isle, the last, lonely man? -
  
  By the Gods he is there to
  never leave, to remain all his
  life. His punishment for
  evermore, to attend the
  eternal light.
  
  The lighthouse, tall and brilliant
  white, which stands at the end
  of the world. Protecting ships
  and sailors too, from rock they
  could be hurled
  
  Yet nothing comes and nothing
  goes 'sept the bright blue sea.
  Which stretches near and far
  away, 't is all our man can see.
  
  Though, one day, up high on
  rock, a bird did perch and cry.
  An albatross, he shot a glance,
  and wondered deeply, why?
  
  Could it be a watcher sent?
  A curse sent from the Gods,
  who sits and cries and stares at him,
  the life that they have robbed.
  
  Each year it comes to watch
  over him, the creature from above.
  Not a curse but a reminder of
  the woman that he loved.
  
  - Oh weary night, under stars,
  he'd lay and gaze.
  Up towards the moon and stars.
  The suns dying haze.
  
  Time and again, Orion's light
  filled our man with joy.
  Within the belt, he'd see his love,
  remembering her voice -
  
  The twinkle from the stars above
  bled peace into his heart
  As long as she looks down on him
  he knows they'll never part
  
  One day good, one day bad
  The madness, the heat, the sun,
  Out to sea, he spies upon land.
  His beloved Albion.
  
  Cliffs of white and trees of green
  Children run and play,
  'My home land' he cries and weeps,
  why so far away?
  
  Eyes sore and red. Filled with tears,
  he runs towards the sea.
  To risk his life, a worthy cause,
  for home he would be.
  
  Into the sea, deep and blue,
  the waters wash him clean.
  Awake. He screams. Cold with sweat.
  And Albion a dream.
  
  - Such is life upon the isle,
  of torment and woe.
  One day good. One day bad.
  And some days, even hope.
  
  The light at the end of the world
  burns bright for mile and mile
  Yet tends the man, its golden glow,
  in misery all the while?
  
  For fifty years he stands and waits,
  atop the light, alone.
  Looking down upon his isle
  the Gods have made his home -
  
  The watcher at the end of the world
  through misery does defile.
  Remembers back to that single night
  and allows a tiny smile.
  
  (His sacrifice was not so great,
  he insists upon the world.
  Again he would crime,
  Again he would pay,
  for one moment with the girl)
  
  Her hair, long and black it shone,
  The dark, beauty of her eyes,
  Olive skin and warm embrace,
  her memory never dies.
  
  'Twas years ago, he
  remembers clear
  the life they once did live.
  Endless love and lust for life,
  they promised each would give.
  
  Alas, such love and laughter too,
  was short as panting breath
  For one dark night, her soul
  was kissed
  by the shade of death.
  
  (Agony, like none before,
  was suffered by our man.)
  who tends the light now
  burning bright
  on the very last of land.
  
  (Anger raged and misery too
  like nothing ever before.)
  He cursed the Gods and man
  and life,
  and at his heart he tore.
  
  - A deity felt sympathy
  and threw our man a light
  'Your woman you may see again,
  for a single night. -
  
  But think hard and well young man,
  there is a price to pay:
  to tend the light at the end of
  the world
  is where you must stay.
  
  Away from man and life and love.
  Alone you will be.
  On a tiny isle. A bright shining isle
  in the middle of the sea.'
  
  - 'I'll tend the light, for one more night
  with the woman whom I love',
  screamed the man, with tearful eyes,
  to the deity above.
  
  And so it was that very night
  his lover did return.
  To his arms and to their bed,
  together they did turn.
  
  In deepest love and lust and passion
  entwined they did fall.
  Lost within each other's arms
  they danced (in lover's ball). -
  
  - Long was the night filled with love.
  For them the world was done.
  Awoke he did to brightest light,
  his woman and life had gone.
  
  To his feet he leapt. To the sea he looked.
  To the lighthouse on the stone.
  The price is paid and from now on
  he lives forever alone.
  
  Fifty years have passed since then
  and not a soul has he seen.
  but his woman lives with him still
  in every single dream.
  
  'Tis sad to hear how young love has died
  to know that, alone, someone has cried.
  but memories are ours to keep.
  To live them again, in our sleep.-
  • Posted Jul 1, 2008 12:21 pm GMT
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