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Angelic Angel
a midwinters eve
my body left hers
the chains of our love entwined
it was faith that tore us apart
on a cold winternight
under a cloak of star and dust
she lay naked
with fullmoon at bay
[Refrein]
bared on my tomb
breathless
a prayer to the heavens
to send me back again
she lies beside in this night
without my body to warm her
a lover without her nemesis
an angel without her demon
from out the stars i look down
my angel lay beside me
reaching out to her
though sword of fate drew us apart
as i see her
my heart burns with flame
in filth cloaked by night she lay
i see her there
[refrein]
bared on my tomb
breathless
a prayer to the heavens
to send me back again
[scream]
my angel
angelic angel
my body bound to earth
my heart bound to you
the sword of faith never
breaks the chains of our love
[scream]
my angel
angelic angel
i was born in love with you
why should faith stand in between
in darkest night i cry out
hoping thay you will die
so we can be together in the stars
as it should be
the path we walked led us astray
now lost lovers
[scream]
my angel
angelic angel
[refrein]
bared on my tomb
breathless
a prayer to the heavens
to send me back again
at dawn the cold made her freeze
now lying beside me
her heart was frozen to ice
a lovers grave
in stars together again
the chains of love strong
her heart warmed up
now we are together in heavens
with my
[scream]
my angel
angelic angel
my angel
angelic angel
my angel
angelic angel
ANGEL -
de dichter en de romantiek
in grief gehuld
liefde zou hem niet raken
alles was zijn schuld
nooit meer wat gebroken is maken
de vrouw waar hij van hield vervaagde
uit het hoofd, hart , en ziel
hij zich tot god beklaagde
in zijn tranen viel
toen hij achter de piano zat
het verdriet om liefde sloeg in hem los
de muziek, zijn gevoel en ziel verkracht
een serenade van emotie kwam los
uiteindelijk verloor hij al zijn macht
zijn verstand aan stukken gescheurd
de gedichten verloren hun kracht
hij vroeg zich af waarom dit was gebeurd
de serenade speelde hij nachtenlang
zonder een enkele stop of ademteug
in zijn hart was hij bang
nooit meer frisse lucht zelfs geen vleug
opgesloten in zijn kamer tot het eind van tijd
de piano altijd bespeeld
zijn hart vol spijt
zijn gedachten in stukken gedeeld
door het lange spelen de handen onder het bloed
slaap kwam aanzetten in de nacht
maar hij zette door verloor nooit zijn moed
hij verloor de macht
gespeeld op de piano zijn gedicht
hij sloot zijn ogen en viel neer op de toetsen
en toen zag hij het licht
fluweel zwarte koetsen
gestorven aan zijn gevoel
op zijn piano dood lag hij daar
liefde maakte van hem een warboel
een gebroken hart viel hem zwaar... -
the poet and the romance
he walked on the path of the lonesome wood
the mistake of his life
for he thought love could
a blackened romance for his wife
in darkest night he took his life
leaving his poems
and a mourining wife
free he roams...
the poet and the romance -
het lappenpoppetje
in 1912 op een verlaten en onder het spinnenrag zittende zoldertje was eens een poppetje...
er was vroeger veel met haar gespeeld...ze herrinerde zich nog goed hoe ze door haar vriendinnetje
haar haartjes werden gekamt...vlechtjes van haar bos rode haartjes werden gemaakt...ze werd vertroedeld
geknuffeld, hoorde geheimen aan...maar het grootste geheim voor haar was dat ze uiteindelijk in de vergetelheid zou raken...versleten en afgetrapt zou zijn en uiteindelijk helemaal alleen zou eindigen...
dagen, weken, maanden, jaren lag het poppetje er gebroken bij...afvragende wat ze had misdaan...huilde ze diep van binnen dag en nacht om haar vriendinnetje wie ze zo erg miste...uiteindelijke taste tijd haar aan lagen stof en spinnenrag kwamen op haar te liggen...haar lappenjurkje aangevreten door motten...door de tijd lag ze daar...tot uiteindelijk er ineens licht in de zolder scheen...er kwam iemand de zolder op...het poppetjes hard begon weer te kloppen van verlangen haar vriendinnetje weer te zien...maar het was niet haar vriendinnetje...het was een ander meisje wat veel op haar leek...ze keek in het vuile hoekje waar het poppetje lag...raapte haar op en veegde het vuil van haar mooie lappenjurkje...ze naaide het jurkje tot het weer helemaal mooi was en sloot het lappenpoppetje in haar armen...het lappenpoppetje was zo gelukkig dat ze haar oude vriendinnetje vergat ze had een nieuwe...maar lappenpoppetje wist niet..
jaar na jaar na jaar zou ze uiteindelijk weer gebroken en alleen in hetzelfde hoekje zitten op het verlaten zoldertje...
dus begon het poppenspel overnieuw... -
a prince among the dead
when daylight dies and remains hidden
in a cloak of moon and stars
a prince among the dead
his skin pale as moon
ravenhair dancing on the wind in to the night
he settles himself on the clovenfield
sitting on his cloak
shrouding him from the icy cold
mist rising around him as shroud
suddenly a snap of a branch
as he turned around he saw beauty
a woman so angelic and serene
she sat next to him and they looked into the night
laid her head in his lap and closed her eyes
the chill in the heart of the prince melted
on his face a mournfull smile
her long hair lying in his lap like silk
as his mouth opened a little stream of blood ran down his chin
he began to sing her a serenade
ravens screeched and flew high
but she remaind laying in his lap smiling at him
she looked into his lightblue eyes
and saw mourning
he stood up and took her hand and walked off into the night
under fullmoon he plucked a rose
as he plucked it it shivered and turned black
and as he gave her the rose she pricked herself on a thorn
a single drop of blood fell on the ground
suddenly the wind appeared and the roses danced
the prince looked into her eyes as she came near
she closed her eyes and clenched herself at the prince his chest
they looked up at the moon
her mouth came near his
his pulse quikens
she laid her soft lips against his
closed her eyes an dreamt of eternal night
then she looked into his eyes
bloodred tears in them
as he held her in her arms
he whispered in her ear i am a prince among the dead
clenched her at his breast and when she turned to dust
he said with broken voice i serve darkness
wrapped his cloak around him so that icy night could not touch
and walked through the field of roses with bloody tears rolling
across his pale cheeks
all alone into the dark night -
the girl in the autumndress
when i walked across the lake by the old oak...
it was autumn 20th of september
leaves were falling in all colours
a bed of fallen leaves crumbling to dust
sun was shining but wind was taking away it's joy
i saw her standing at the old oak...
eyes yellow as the leaves falling like snow
her dress was made out of fallen leaves...
an amazonqueen of beauty
all of man and nature bow to her feet
kneeled deep in the dust for her beauty
she was mournfull a sea of tears in her eyes
none could give her love all bowed for her
and swore vows of her beauty and loving
the only thing she needed to hear is the whispering words
i love you in her ear
making her fall unto a bed of leaves and kiss the man
who's love will be trough the seasons true
her lover day and night on the bed of fallen leaves they lay
her eyes sparkling like stars in the northern sky
her dress of autumnleaves turned to green flourish leaves
a crown of roses on her head
she laid her hand on her lovers cheek
and kissed him under star and moon
spring aroused flowers began to bloom
horses began to ran
but she laid there with her lover
hand in hand... -
what 's war?
why does mankind wage war against eachother?
mankind is not accepting eachtother
so when mankind is going to war
mankind is waging war against themselves...
accept eachother try not to change -
yes f*cking mental =D
het is nu 3:11 in de nacht woensdag 17 september...
en dit is het resultaat:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7mG5pQ-s2U&...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-azqXygCzO8&...
Het feit : Ik hou van roze en poppen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-KgJQUXr2Ws
Erhm tja ? Denk er iniedergeval niet t verkeerde van xD
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49-YjZHHrOY
Thuis =D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ks3w859ujbU
Snoop Dogg =D
Hmmm ga nu toch maar eens pitten is wel weer genoeg geweest voor vandaag -
stormlord
in the bloodred sea he was born
in he arose out of the sea
the earth will soon be scorn
he walked the waters and was free
yet his mind was set ablaze
tidal fury around him was shaped
the deep waters a maze
he wasn't escaped
the storm in his heart
his body turned to water and wind
tore him apart
eventually he thought he sinned
he was one of his kind
always so lonely
had no one for him to bind
he truly was one only
he was all alone
in his one sadness and wrath
suddenly the sun shone
he created a bloodbath
flooded the lands
now sunken to the sea
did not care for mortal hands
an underwater paradise he is finaly free
he walks the 7 seas
a storm inside of him
all lonely eves
he is a storm real grim
For He Is The Stormlord -
the grudge (over vroeger)
when does a boy become a man?
when he's beaten every day
do please say
when he get's abused
or just used?
when he gets pain
a low self esteem
called names
who everone blames
got locked away
his mind went astray
all the pain turned into hate and rage
he thought i engage
towards the one of all the pain and tears
the one of all his fears
himself
he took a book off the shelf
he closed himself off of all others
at night
he studied to gain might
of wisdom
he dreamed of his kingdom
and gained knowledge and grew
the innerchild was in a toxicbrew
between wonderworld
and his own underworld
the boy became older
much and much bolder
but still tormented
the happy world has ended
he started to work on his body
it was very naughty
he started cutting burning
scratching freezing falling
and then he thought another me a new person
if my body is modificated i am a new person
he worked day and night planning
his mind was no more handling
he drawed and drawed to be in his fantasy
that dream was his extasy
he became better
he wrote a letter
to his pain
hey hello here is the rain
he studied art nature history cultures
and the occult
he became a member of his own little cult
he was the only member
i remember
these days
without sunshine rays
he was alone
he sat in the corner where no sun shone
he discoverd the dark was comforting
it was soothing
he became darker and depraved
the old him was totally wasted
say hello to the new boy
the sick depraved living in wonderland mournfullboy
he took up his blade of raging hate and sorrow
walked the darkness and took a bow
shot the arrow to himself
and rid himself of himself
the boy was now a man
he got friends and love then
after years of tears
numerous fears
he shed his skin and released a new breed
the one who let the other bleed
he was mournfull and full of tears
but the taste of the so sweet fears
faded with his anger and hate
in his mind he stood at a gate
to his wonderworld
for many man the underworld
he stepped through and the memories died
and so did his old self when he cried
say hello to me...
i was a child who lost his childhood
at the age nobody almost could
out forth came a new me
the real me
the one with still the grudge
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