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"Wampiry lubią jak nic się nie zmienia".

Październik

 

Time Time Time

So I draw my secrets - a flame so sweet

And I loose my breath - in those crystal eyes

How time flies – and how things turn

A change of winds - a stroke of wings

And a pain so grave - only gods can touch

How time dies – and how it hurts

So I draw my secrets – secrets so sweet

And I loose my faith - in those dimlit eyes

How time flies - and how it burns

W miłości nie ma lęku...

"W miłości nie ma lęku, ale doskonała miłość usuwa lęk, bo lęk przynosi udrękę, a kto się boi, nie jest doskonały w miłości".

Darker Thoughts

Drifting through loss

We escape from the cost of the pain

The healing through years  

So obscured by the tears, and the strain

But this one-way street you‘re on

You‘ll never be fulfilled 

And this one-way street you‘re on

Is gonna get you killed

Healing. The lost, 

so delusional hollow and vague

Ascending through fear 

   as emotionless dreams of the grave

But this one-way street you‘re on

You‘ll never be fulfilled 

And this one-way street you‘re on

Is gonna get you killed

Onto a higher ground, a youthful lie,

no warning, death

Hiding is truth in all us  

Another fired down, do or die it‘s just despair 

Hiding the truth in all us  

God asks not to kill, God asks not to kill 

God asks not

Godless sworn to kill, Godless sworn to kill

God asks not

With inner peace gone, you pray

All those darker thoughts are coming back to stay 

With inner peace gone you‘ve paid

All those darker thoughts are coming back to stay 

Godless sworn to kill. Annihilation

Godless sworn to kill. Annihilation

God asks not to kill, God asks not to kill

God asks not

Godless born to kill, Godless born to kill

God asks not

Wrzesień

 

Deafheaven - Great Mass of Color

Quiet as a cradle,

I laid in a middle night drift, spinning

Hissed at the moon

Conjured up the flowers

to fix my impression of the gloom

I feel them all

Great mass of color

flooded in my bed

I feel them all

Great mass of color

flooded in my bed

Dissolving into red

Half awake holding my ghost in the morning

Sunlight coming down the bend

Maroon sky on the send

My great former terror

When trees gave doves the leaves

and I was grim drunk death—

a stranger to myself

I feel them all

Great mass of color

flooding in my bed

I feel them all

Great mass of color

flooding in my bed

Dissolving into red

Can I accept I’m real?

Do I need this affection? Do you?

Do you need this confusion? Do you?

Living trapped inside this body

Soft, haunted, waiting, wanting

Measured change evades real healing

Taking love with little reason

Seeing you as I was: behind a locked door,

nervous and a fool

Seeing you as I was: desperate for men to guide you

You are the sea and nobody owns you