Ako jednom naletis na svijet koji nije narcisoidan pitaj se sta nije uredu....ako naletis na svijet koji je narcisoidan budi ljut......ako se sjetis da si i ti narcisoidan ,a prezires taj narcisoidni svijet zbog njegove narcisoidnosti razmisli tko si i sta si i sta uopce radis.... ...nema filozofije, samo misljenje, skini masku i poogledaj je...nije li ljepa?Ljepsa nego sto si ti...zasto ne volis onda to sto jesi...volis ono sto nisi? Ljudi vole ono sto nije....a stvarnost bi trebala biti samo sjena svijesti, sta je onda umjetnost? Stvarnost uvjetuje umjetnost, a sto ne bi trebalo biti obrnuto? narcisoidnost uvjetuje licnost, a treba biti obrnuto? Ono sto tebi fali si ti sam i ono sto ti mislis, u biti svi ostaju bez svoje biti lutajuci za necim drugim! Sta je bit? Treba izranjati nad valove svijesti a ne topiti nam se u rukama kad god je dotaknemo....sav pijesak ispere more i sva slomljena krila odnese vjetar....i ostaje pjesak u ocima.... nema harmonije i nema ljepog, samo sum...sum...daleki sum svih zivota koji su sad sum...i sume u glasnom sumu sive tisine i vriste i naricu,grce se zvuci necujno u mirisima nepostojanja...sva ta sinestezija nestaje, jer nema vise biti...biti covjeka, biti svijeta? Kad svijet te stiskati počne i tijesno se meškoljiš, kad izlaza i zraka nema, kad pobjeć od sebe hoćeš nema više sreće u ljepoti..bježiš opet sam od sebe i spleen se ruši ne tebe.... težnju za sobom nosiš.. krivnju davnih dana i tvoja maska pada i ostajes samo ti u dubini hladne jame..."I crv, kao grižnja, izgrist će ti tijelo." Blasphemer (by Carl-Michael Eide) In the quest for shudders I was as the absence melted in my hand As clear as my gleaming sorrow A spectral fascination For irony to serve are the glorious those who triumph in a kingdom of eternity? ...a castle of sand whose roof has sheltered my I sense "the absence of triumph and lust abruptly rising to cover the glory in sand" A whore gave birth to the flies ...who flew away with my beauty A virgin gave birth to my masks I simulate the absence "To enter a kingdom of flesh - a ghastly worn shadow A fiery picture of poet in hel" Forlorn I was as poets should be I am as chosen as the weaver himself |
(suvisle misli:Koji je, dakle, smisao individualnosti na ovom svijeku koji bez imalo milosti, već mehanički gazi i izbrisuje drugačije od većine!?Koliko god se hvalili demokratičnosti i tolerancijom, ona je u većem dijelu "dragog" nam svijeta svedena na 0! U ćivotinjskom svijetu je ima...a opet nema, nije tako očita, pa ipak tko smo mi da se ugledamo na ćivotinje. Činjenica: Ljudi je sve višee i pritom se postavlja pitanje : kako se riješiti prenapučenosti...kada bi se odlazilo van zemlje tko bi išao??) Growth; is that what it takes? Disintegration; a world full of snakes This is Machiavellian Strategy, An extensive form of tragedy Razbija me vjetar misli od svih ovih briga koje more svijet i stalno mislim i mislim, sanjam i umirem, rađdam se ali to nikako ne nestaje!! Zašto sve to pritišće moje biće kao da jedini moram o tome misliti, kao da jedini imam čime misliti, kao da jedini mogu misliti, kao da jedini nemam dogme i ideala, kao da jedini živim bez svijeta i smisla, kao da kiša jedino na mene pada, kao da pjev ptica čujem kao brujanje nebrojenih pčela u prostoru bez prostora i mjestu bez biti svega, kao šum se osjećam izgubljen u svim tim mislima i zaokupljen stihovima jesenje ljepote padam u svoje misli i utapam se utapam se sam! A distant cry... From what I perished for? No.... It was born... The winterburden. I bled its tears once... Oh, if only it could wither, wither in the absence of my thoughts. So I cry... I cry, not only for my spirit in its living shell. But for the ones who brought the lust through me... TI koji izjedaš svijet svojim postojanjem, kao crv trulo mesto- tko si da ubiješ istog crva kao što si ti? Zašto živiš crve u ovoj bijednoj boji, boji rastopljene tuge- uzdigni se nad svime i položi na sebe teret samo tvoje biti i nestani! Admire it in its sleep. Wounded, and embraced by dreams. Whatever wanders in these depths, it shall carry along. This shore is for the throne... (suvisle misli: puca po šavovima, sve! Koliko puta smo bili na rubi da uništimo sami sebe samo u proteklih 100 godina? Sve što smo radili pokazuje izvanrednu sposobnost da čovjek uništi samog sebe: nuklearno oružije,ratovi,biološko oružije,dogma,rasizam! A što ostavljamo iza nas? Samo gomilu smeća i raspadnutih snova i ideala, gušimo svu prirodu radimo ono čeg se ljudi zgrožavaju_ čovijek ubije svoju majku! Sve se standardizira,podvrgava se kontroli, centralizam u novom smislu riječi, civilizacija potpune kontrole, više ni ne spavaš sam sa svojim snovima! Ono što nam se predstavlja kao savršenstvo tehnologije, što znači napredak je samo uništenje, polako i lagano...svijet umire u naftnim ranama!Polje bez mrtvih i jedan grob sa tisućama imena, podno sitnih grumena zemlje tisuću šivota još uzdiše! kako naša kolektivna podsvijest se riješava čovječanstva? Nastaju nove bolesti poput AIDSa, SARSa, povećava se broj mrtvorođenih, povećava se broj poremećaja,homoseksualnosti-svojom prirodom čovjek potiče masovan pokret onoga što u prirodi ima tek neznatno, čovjeku je u prirodi deformacija samog sebe..treba se mijenati!kako?tko?zašto?kada?..nitko nezna) Planetary sickness, the state of the world. Time, Death, God; inbreed overkill altered through decayed moral causing global infection. Compulsion of matter, the remaining part of dreariness and obsolete dejection. Man breeds ignorance and fatality. Empty eyes and a soul forsaken, an intellect like zero, reasons for pandemic genocide. Human trash, wasted flesh, is that what you wanna be? Practise what you preach. Sve moje misli, moji mali demoni, lutaju nigdje, traže neko svijetlo zvijezde, ali vidim samo one koje umiru, vidim one koje svojim posljednjim dahom pokazuju svu svoju gigantsku snagu, nenadmašivu veličinu, samo da bi sekindama.....tisučljećima godina kasnije usljed nebrojenih reakcija fuzije kao izmučena duša veličanstvena i napokon slobodna izdahnula uz golem krik snage i bezbroj boja...tad baci san na moje oči, san zvuka, bez slika, san boja bez mirisa, san slika koje na oluji vrište, san boja koje se otapaju na vjetru, san riječi koje tvore najnakaznije pejzaže i sva ta sinestezija spaja se u malom mozgu još manjeg bića, koje nije rođeno...koje tek nastaje..u treptaj oka nestaje! Let the fallen.... Let the fallen hear. "It never rains around here." (stihovi by Zyklon-ovi filozofirajući; Ved Buens Ende-ovi avantgardni) bez slika |
Sear Me III Come to me Comfort me Take my hand In your arms In your eyes I will be Forever yours Bring me down To your bed To your dreams Take my life Take everything Through those meadows Of heaven Where we ran forevermore I wish, oh, how I wish again With you. Oh, to be with you So lay me down Close to you Hold me now my lover I kiss your tears My sweet one And kiss again, my love (ovaj put ne svoje) lyricse posvecujem mojoj maloj crvenoj i crnoj (raudt og svart) u sjecanje za provedena savrsena dva dana i ocekivanju novih trenutaka...bilo je savrseno, cak je i hladnoca pridodala dozivljaju,raspolozenju i dojmu ..samo jedan trenutak je to u moru trenutaka, samo je to jedan uzdah u moru zvukova i jedna suza prolivena o njih milijarde....koliko ce toga biti nitko to nezna jer vremenu nema kraja, nema kraja ko sto ni je postoji kada sam uz nesto sto je jace od samog vremena i postojanja koliko god kratko ili dugo bilo jedan trenutak nestane,nosen vjetrom ali sjecanja ostaju i odjekuju u glavi kao zvuk medu pustim planinama! Svi zvuci, okusi dodiri,pogledi nestaju, ali jedno ostaje.....nesto trajnije od planina i zvijezda nesto sto ce se nastaviti u drukcijem obliku, to je znak da smo postojali, tihi krik koji vjecno odjekuje pmedu zvijezdama...od cetiri krika, nasa ce biti tri zajednicka, treci nezaboravan a cetvrti vjecan, obozavam ih sve i bojim se nekih jednako....svijet sto se u nedogled okrece oko sunca nije isti svijet u kojem zivimo, jer tisina ne poznaje patnj, nas da....vjecnost ne poznaje suze osim zvijezda koje su suze vremena i vjecnosti, tisina ne poznaje mrznju ni smrt, tisina poznaje samu sebe i vjecnost...i uzdah koji nakon nas ostaje... |
Swallow the sun-Deadly Nightshade The strength of her pulse is breaking her chest She's getting wet from this feverish writhe The midnight's cruel for a lonely girl When the unknown slowly undresses her breasts The voice - and her eyes wide shut Her fever burns a mark on her bed The path that she runs among these silent trees Leads her body for me to claim The veil of fog covers her velvet skin As she kneels naked under the moon The whispers from her lips and her screams Invite me to her ecstatic flame, over and over again Her bed is covered in dirt and leaves And she's burning down on her knees Midnight's cruel for a lonely girl And she's getting wet from this feverish writhe malo lyricsa opet...uzivajte, ja hocu... |
KAda svi bijeli oblaci umiru i u crni bezdan noci se pretvore kada cvrkut bezbrojnih ptica u krik zaboravljenih dusa se pretope kada se srne u sjenu sklone tad šumom dusi kroče kada padne koprena noći tada se svijetom prospe tišina i sve tad se mijenja,ali ti ostaješ ista, jedina! Tvoje crne kose tamnije od noći vijetrom plešu, a mijesec blijedi naspram dve najljepse zvijezde-tvojih oci! zna se komu :* |
How long shall it take, this cold life in a small room with a view of nothing exept,maybe, the wind or stars above! Pass it on, and forget the ways of the wind leave it dead or dying on the wet grounds or let me swallow your life,the memories of lost moments...remember the fallen! Look into the destolate colors of yearning and reach to me, grab the storm and it will shelter you in thindar and rain, not to again, be burnt by the sun,blazing sky! Let me swallow your crown of thorns and ripp of fthis face not even yours torn,destroyed,raped by those tears that were never even yours, not ours... Let me swallow your thorns, and you swallow me, let me shellter you in the storm, and you give us new life... |
Noe er dřd. Hvor han drar, jeg vet ikke. En tid er slutt.For alltid.... |
Jon Nödtveidt se ubio negdje izmedu 14.8 i 16.8, sto znaci prije nekoliko dana. Njegovo tijelo nadeno je okruzeno svijecama i u blizini nalazila se kopija Satanic Bible. Šuška se o ritualnom samoubojstvu... ...nisam veliki fan Dissectiona ali postujem njihov rad, osobito album The Somberlain sto preporucam svakome koji voli odmak od oldschoola u vode melodic blacka Dissection-In The Cold Winds Of Nowhere Search for my subconscious Lead me into myself A need to discover the dark A will to enter these gates Oh, This temptation to end this empty life In my dreams I saw my real side A journey through forever my visions oh so bright Watching eternity open as I turn out lifes light Oh, this temptation to leave this earthly shell Deep inside, the toll of death's bell In the cold winds of nowhere With a sigh I pass away Falling, into harmonic sleep Then I'll find my prophecies weren't lies Falling, into the abyss I come... I...I am dying... Death...Does heal me... In the cold winds of nowhere Inače za one koji neznaju MI smo imali vlastiti Dissection (oba osnovana 1989). Promijenili su ime u Aeon. Kratki bio sa sajta: The metal band AEON was conceived in 1989 under the initiative of Dario Kroznjak and Alexandar Puzar under the original name of DISSECTION. Dissection was basically covering songs by well-known extreme metal bands at the time. Several musicians were part of Dissection until two guitar players, Sasa Ristic and Paolo Gavocanov were added. Dissection began to experiment with a heavy deathmetal sound in their originals, which evolved into the progressive technical metal they now play. This lineup remained until the summer 1993, when Sasa left for military service and then left the band altogether. In winter of 1993-1994, Siniša Bival became a part of the group and the name changed to AEON. AEON is now a compact group and consists of Dario Kroznjak (vocals/bass), Paolo Gavocanov (guitar), Sinisa Bival (keyboards) and Alexandar Puzar (drums). AEON has performed in concerts all around Croatia and has released two demos. The first demo was recorded in Jan '93 (still under the moniker Dissection) and second recorded in winter 1993-1994 under new name and lineup change. The second demo achieved several incredible reviews in 'zines around the world and Chronicles Of Chaos e-zine. In early '96 the band has re-released the second demo under the title _Clean Hand Of Eternal Gods_ with two bonus live tracks, and recorded a 9 track promo tape titled _Ephemeral_ for an eventual CD release. Both releases already achieved very good reviews on the Internet such as in the Chaotik Web Zine. Till a new death...cheers! |
a song by In the woods...: Weeping willow if the earth was a willow and you were one too -would earth be weeping so gentle and true? if i was the garden whereas you could grow -would you hand me your brAnches and grant me your love? in between the lines of your story-flowing through the pages of a book so well prepared the words leave more than ashes from your pencil when it speaks of tiny stories that happened through these years I swear that your present reality-disillusioned obscurity? -will gently wipe away the tears of wasted seeds how Can we go through this -with wounded wing before we learned how to fly how can i control desires -when desires burns on a chilly autumn Night? i will try and make you imagine; the aura where they stand is filled with little secrets -as written in the sand Naked as a child at birth a question in disguise an oasis in a lonely desert where lonely unknown lands lie from here and into infinity -humble and timeless philosophy-you gently wept away the tears of wasted seeds all the days that have left me and the species i have seen ahead days will follow -it was only a dream though my garden is growing under skies out of blue, and it changes Each season both in colours and in truth you should know that a willow -a weeping bed's pillow- until all days are through the rain that fall on your branches, Just yearning for a source to feed it's primal need can maKe your beauty blossom from within with flowers blowing in the wind-and in seasons to follow.... So far..but so close, close as one bieng. Let us share our minds, light and light, darkness and darkness...live and die as one, think and behave like a thousand souls, unpredictible as the sea, eternal as the stars! Fly to the sun and crawl among the shadows, howl to unto the moon and reach the depths of freezeng cold waters...untill the stars die at the end of time...even then there will be no end!...hand me your branches.. In every night there's a different black in every night I wish that I was back.... |
We who sing in the darknes, we who wander the moonlit forest, we who love he shadows: we are and were will be and will never become, we are all and nothing...trapped in the circle, neverending... Burzum Lost Wisdom June 1991 While we may believe our world - our reality to be that is - is but one manifestation of the essence Other planes lie beyond the reach of normal sense and common roads But they are no less real than what we see or touch or feel Denied by the blind church 'cause these are not the words of God - the same God that burnt the knowing I have found my treasure..no words can measure it...in natureit is...but brighter than the sun, greater than forests, mightier than oceans ... I sing to the wind now...yet my voice is finaly heard.... Have you ever tought about infinity, other worlds that lay beyond our minds and our power? We are all too weak for some things, yet sometimes we get a drip of water from the ocean of knowledge. Sometimes it becomes harmony...peace. Sometimes it becomes destruction, death...khaos. Sometimes it is just you..... |
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