Darkend piosenki

When the routine bites hard And ambitions are low And the resentment rides high But emotions wont grow And were changing our ways, Taking different roads Then love, love will tear us apart again Why is the bedroom so cold Turned away on your side? Is...

MATER TERRIBILIS (Catherine Hayes: France, 1675) A black crystal sphere magically reflects images of cruelty Witchcraft obsession made up to comfort women dressed with shadows Shrewd like a demon to capture their lost tormented souls Looking for a venomo...

Great woods, you frighten me like cathedrals; You roar like the organ; and in our cursed hearts, Rooms of endless mourning where old death-rattles sound, Respond the echoes of your De profundis. I hate you, Ocean! your bounding and your tumult, My mind f...

Here, I can still feel this dreary pain Here, a malady serum fills every vein Sad birthgiver of endings That petrified body with 16 bleeding mouths Is it still me? Is it still me? All senses pierced by anguish and woe From the inside, from the outside...

PERINDE AC CADAVER - Elga Gurroci: Italy, 1928 - Alone I lay here in my own cold cell silently praying for you, God Down on my bleeding knees I call at you to speak me again Still horrified by the lapse of obedience that taint this Gothic structure Monas...

So we carved inside high nothingness Melting it with a paradox of opposites So we feed the blue chasm of oblivion And drawn there new life from obscurity So we carved inside high fullness Binding it with an archetype of heresy So we drank from the foun...

POISONED LIPS OF LUST - Marie de Brindvilliers: France, 1665 - Pale mistress lost in grinnin’ shadows of pain A mist breeds sensual perversion The spirit desire to chase away morality A flame burns in brilliant eyes The embrace of death craves her love...

For the blade that lies buried in my flesh, And all of the scars in between! For the shattered mirror of innocence, Opening crevices through the abyss beneath! For the tearing wound That froze every vein with a desperate cry! And the fire swollen eyes, t...

Saturn, lavish all your pain upon me For I am ready to bear it! Thy progeny’s weak, empty and torn And I’m a Black Moon, devourer of all. Gather a funerary crown of nails and locusts For the still carrion of humankind So Wormwood, fall once again Li...

Dusky as tropic nights, O bizarre deity, Redolent of havana, musk and cordovan, What obeah man or Faust of the Caribbean, Wrought you, child-witch of night, with flanks of ebony? Better than opium or Constanta. Wine or Nuits, Your nectar mouth where Love...

Ring the bell! Wrapped in black ruins Lost among grey, solemn tombs Storming and witching my cadaveric sleep For all of the sudden The abyss spreads its fangs And the pale light is soon devoured! Whisper to me of your dead Necropolis... Oh putr...

How I love to watch, dear indolent creature, The skin of your so Beautiful body glisten, like some Quivering material! On your deep coiffure Bitter scented, Scented, restless sea, With the blue and brown waves, Like a ship waking To the wind of mor...

All this Love. When I’m scarred, drained and gone I’m still me When I’m scarred, drained and gone I am still me All this flesh Escapes my fingertips I am these trees And we are me Gethsemane Gethsemane All those tears All these dreams Gethsem...

THE THORNS, THE PAIN, THE HORROR (Lizzie Borden: United States, 1892) As fascinating thorns The hate grows inside her heart Silently shaping Those constant pain and sense of solitude Transforming her rigid soul And maniacally picture A bleak paint of...

Corpse of care Warmly Enshrouded in a dank drape of trust Abandoned and frail, so dyed and obscure, Livid haggard with wounds of orship antique, Swallow the thorns while I move back the stone Cold corpse of mercy, death-cold corpse of mercy Undone. Unsp...

Debauchery and Death are pleasant twins, And lavish with their charms, a buxom pair! Under the rags that clothe their virgin skins, Their wombs, though still in labour, never bear. For the curst poet, foe to married rest, The friend of hell, and courtier...

TWO FACED BEAST (Denise Labbè: France, 1954) Part I: Denise, Jacques and the dying Spirit An angel without wings trampled by his desires Blinded by deception of an endless and painful love Bitter tears run down her cheeks so pale, turning to red The inn...

You who, like the stab of a knife, Entered my plaintive heart; You who, strong as a herd Of demons, came, ardent and adorned, To make your bed and your domain Of my humiliated mind — Infamous bitch to whom I'm bound Like the convict to his chain, Like...

A subtle veil descended upon the cave of judgment, Pale shrunken limbs corroded every pillar With a broken neck and so sharp bones! Oh, release! The God with maggot skin The burning light of the furnace, With scorched dead hands, release, release! Hera...

Threnody! Transcendent woe Through nine tongues of water And ever-burning sulphur Threnody! As the mists grow thicker and thicker By scarred wounds chanting In spiteful dominance Threnody! Pouring deep The salt of Ghosts ‘to the wounds of humanity...