Τετάρτη, 16 Ιουνίου 2010

Sound Horizon FTW!!!

Sound Horizon is a japanese folk metal/fantasy/neoclassical metal band that I discovered yesterday... They're awesome!!!! I'm totally in love with their album "Moira" (Fate in Greek...) Here's their site
and here's a video of my favorite song from them


Enjoy <3

Δευτέρα, 7 Ιουνίου 2010

Lyrics and their influence...Part 1

In this post I'll mention some of the lyrics that have a huge impact on my life as well as videos with the songs. Ahem, let's begin:

Current 93 - A Gothic Love Song

I'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight
That actually existed just in your head
Your fingernails painted black
Or bloodred
I forget

And your fake-leather volumes
Jabbering on hell
Manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhail
Your eyes tried so hard to glitter

A star-snuffing black
So you opened your books
And you opened your legs
And so opened your heart
And let in the badness
You claimed
As your friend
With un-angels hovering
Like flies round the orchard
That had covered your soul
Their empire increasing
And your country
Deserted by yourself

The bells of St. Mary call us to remember
That life is with end
And the gestures can kill us
Moreover destroy
And there is one judgment only

Your letters came daily
In French or in German
But they meant to me nothing
I caught the slow cords
And dry ice fogging your mind
I see all too clearly now
Why you could be discarded
And though I could pray for you
I probably shan`t
Having had my cup filled up
With your lies
And your makeup
You were nothing
Thinking you`re something

And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong
A sign to myself
And the memory of my past
I still write this gothic lovesong
And the memory of my past

And a way to shut out your face

This song has probably the most influence on me... It speaks of how fake people are, trying to be somebody they're not....



Bauhaus - Mask

The man of shadows thinks in clay
Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation day
He's seen in iron environments
With plastic sweat out of chiselled slits for eyes

From the growth underneath the closed mouth
You'll catch if you listen
Rack-trapped cubist vowels
From a dummy head expression
From a dummy head expression

The transformation is invested
With the mysterious and the shameful
While the thing I am becomes something else
Part character part sensation

The shadow is cast



Not much to say on this... It describes how I feel most of the time :/


Metallica - One

I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, wake me

Back in the womb it's much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, wake me

Now the world is gone, I'm just one
Oh God help me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell


*sigh* sometimes I feel trapped inside my body, unable to utter a single word, when I have no connection to reality...





Τετάρτη, 2 Ιουνίου 2010

Tears of Mirth

Wrists bound tight, eyes blindfolded.
One is sitting down, another staring in wonder.
Tears of mirth; they come from the laughter,
as this reality begins to shutter.
He hears a voice inside his ear,
and starts losing what he holds dear.
The voice speaks: You have failed.
The mouth is muffled, the hear prevailed.
Insanity is engulfing him, logic fades away.
The end is near him, this life drains away...

O Fortuna

O fortuna, thou art the Lord.
Not a Saint oh dark creatura
Tell me to do thy biding,
and have no mercy on my sinful soul.
Challenge me, burn me, torture me!
For thou art the Lord,
oh Lord of Darkness and Hope,
you benevolent phantom.
Why do you keep talking oh Holy one,
and never show thy face?
Why can't I kill this God inside of me?
Hear me cry!
Absurd! Absurd!
Loyal darkness, sinful light.
Sacred spirit of the night,
lone wolf in the moonlight.
All I could see was darkness.
Suffocating, burning, tearing apart.
Torturing my whole entity,
turning my soul into dust.
Dust, blown away by a breeze of air.
And thus my soul is gone,
my insanity shattered,
my empire of logic exploded.
I see, alas, all too clearly now,
that my being has been discarded.
And though I cry for you
you never appear.
Gone.
Left alone.
Tainted.
Mindless chatter in my ears.
The sound of your voice
is what I long for oh sinful one.
I loathe you yet I cry for you,
Into the blackness of the night.

My mind is corrupted.
For I am nothing but a mere thought,
a creature in disguise,
lost.
A being with Thanatos.
Darkness, Light, Water and Fire!
Gods of the Elements,

set me free...


Note: Thanatos is a post-Freudian term for death drive

The Sandman (poem)

Come in, come in my dearest friend.
I bid you welcome to my dream.
Come in, come in just stroll with me,
In the realms of my mind.
And as the rays of the darkest of suns
burn my eyes
I stand with you,
following you into thy kingdom.
And as I turn around,
a tear escapes my eye
I fear you, yet I long for you,
for thou art my lord.
Oh Lord, Lord of dreams!
Emperor of this frail empire!
Hear the song I sing for you.
Bless you, oh Dream-Shaper, do thy biding.
For I am a mere visitor into this world
To ease, to please and teach.
For thou art the Sandman.

Danse Macabre (Uchiha Madara fanfiction)

Madara blinked twice to make sure that he was witnessing was not a dream. He could remember seeing red before everything went black. As he watched his surroundings he realized that he wasn't in the battlefield near the village of Konoha.There were no screams to be herd and no corpses were lying down, with faces having looks of horror, agony, or pain. No the landscape was flat and there was nothing he could notice in the horizon, with exception of a couple of trees, that life has long left them. It was rather cold. The faint light that managed to pass through the, not so thick, fog, indicated him that he was definitely nowhere close he has ever been in his entire life. The only signs of life was the faint flow of water somewhere near him. Suddenly he felt someone's presence. He turned around no one. He couldn't feel the presence anymore. Being cautious he took a few steps backwards. Bad idea. He felt himself loosing his balance and seconds later his back collied with the surface of cold, black water. The last thing he saw before the dark water engulfed him was the inhumanly pale face of someone, a sardonic smile crossing the stranger's face.

He tried to open his eyes as he felt a faint light hitting his eyelids. Cold stone was what he felt he was lying on. He tried standing up. Why was he feeling so tired all of the sudden he couldn't tell. Something was definitely wrong with this place. It looked like an underground cave. He could hear the flow of the water. He looked to his right. Yeah, there was the river he had fallen in. He glared at the black calm water, that was creating sounds from the flow. To him hey seemed like whispers. As if the water was mocking him. The same glimpse of light that had hid his eyelids, now flashed.

He turned around and saw a lake with a small island in the middle. There was some weird light coming from that island. Madara's curiosity over helmed him and decided he wanted to know what the source of that weird light was. He noticed a wooden boat, left on the lake's shore. He used the boat to go across. As much as he would reach the island, the more fear he felt inside. Why was that he didn't know. As the wood hit rock, he stepped on the hard surface. He raised an eyebrow. The light was coming from some kind of crystal. He came closer and his eyes widened slightly. The crystal was bleeding? There were small drops of blood dripping on the ground. He reached his hand and touched the blood from the ground. It was indeed the crimson liquid that was necessary for life. The question was though, how could this happen. Suddenly he heard the snap of a piece of wood as it broke. He turned around and saw the same deathly pale face, smirking mockingly at him. Madara had only a nanosecond to think, before everything went black.

His head ached and he felt his body numb. He could hear screams and some songs sung in an unknown to him, language. He opened his eyes, but saw nothing. He waited for his eyes to adjust in the darkness. He tried to stand up, but found out that he couldn't. He was tied up with some material he was unfamiliar with. He tried breaking his bonds. Impossible. He felt that he had no chackra at all. Suddenly he saw a person coming towards him. He was a middle-aged man, wearing ragged clothes, head drooped, his steps, reminded him of a drunken man's. He stood near him and then sat on his knees, dull eyes that seemed to see nothing. Madara tried to speak to find out that he had no voice. He struggled a bit against his bindings, even though he knew it was pointless. More people appeared, from all ages and genders, all dressed in ragged clothes and body stance same as the man's. Three more sat besides Madara. After everybody took his place, silence fell.

The four people surrounding him grabbed him and held him above their heads. Music started playing. Suddenly all the people's heads raised, eyes rolling backwards and mouths parted. As someone gave a signal, they started running straight ahead. Fires appeared on the sides of the path. They slowed down and moved according to an odd dance, with no certain steps, just rhythm. They reached a person dressed in black from head to toes. Madara blinked as he saw that this man was the same he encountered before. The same deathly pale face, with the sardonic smile plastered on it, his skinny, almost anorexic, figure. Only now he was wearing a black cloak and held an onyx colored scythe. His eyes become large as dinner plates as he realized where he was and the identity of the man standing a few feet away from him. Suddenly the creature spoke, referring to the small crowd, in a dark and cold voice, that made Madara feel his blood freezing:

Her keyser euch hilft nicht das swert
Czeptir und crone sint hy nicht wert
Ich habe euch bey der hand genomen
Ir must an meynen reyen komen

An old man from the crowd stepped forward. He was wearing raggedy clothes as everybody else, even though his, seemed to had been expensive when they were new. The man talked as well, as if giving an answer:

Ich habe gehabt vil arbeit gross
Der sweis mir durch die haut floss
Noch wolde ich gern dem tod empfliehen
Zo habe ich des glucks nit hie

Madara had heard this language before. It has been some time, but it was from when he participated in a battle against a small group of Ostrogoths, wanting to invade the village. He, of course had won the battle, yet he couldn't forget this language that was so much different from his. People started holding each other's hand as if making a chain, him being put down but being held by his elbows and Death as the first link. They all started moving in a certain rhythm towards an opening. Madara still feeling paralyzed, just got carried like a big shack of potatoes.

They reached a large area, with something like a black hole in the middle. Death smirked and walked towards it, the crowd singing. He turned around and gave Madara a sadistic smirk before jumping in the hole. Everybody was still holding hands, so they fell into the hole, connected chain links, falling apart.

Whispers. Voices. The faint sound of running water. Madara tried to find his way, in this darkness. He couldn't see nor feel, he could only hear. No sound was clear, no voice was understandable. Whispers and then silence. Silence that drove him crazy. His mental defenses, shattered, his hopes perished. Fear, strong fear overhelming him. He tried to move but couldn't. He tried to breath, but no air found it's way towards his lungs. He felt his body slowly paralyzing. 'No' he mentally smacked himself. 'No, such thing as death can happen.' he tried harder and managed to take a breath. 'I shall not, submit myself in Death's cold embrace.' He managed to inhale and exhale a few more times. 'Not until I lose in his battle for conquer. In the end I shall be the one that rules death and nobody else.' He grinned insanely, a sadistic look in his eyes. He coughed softly and spat some blood. 'Blood? Ain't i supposed to be a spirit?' He wondered. A bright light blinded him, he felt his eyes burn, but he couldn't close them. All of his senses hypersensitive. The pain was great. He lost his consciousness.

He raised him self up with a swift motion, His whole body hurt and he was taking deep breaths. He opened his eyes. He was back in the battlefield. The battle was over. Dead bodies lying around disemboweled a smell of blood in the atmosphere. For about 20 meters ahead he could see people. They seemed pale almost no color left in them. He shifted his eyes to get a better look. A second later he goggled them. A mass of soldiers, enemies and allies were a crowd. Next to them stood death himself. In a sudden motion he appeared in front of him. Madara could see clearly all his features. Death bowed and spoke: You may have won the battle but I will win the war. Death comes for all, you won't be an exception" Madara bowed as well as a sign of acknowledgment yet didn't say anything. Death disappeared and reappeared next to the group of recently dead men. A second later they became fog and disappeared. Madara turned around and took his sword. "We'll see, who wins the war, in time.." He said in a low voice as he started walking back to his home, to treat his wounds and write down what he had experienced.