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B(V)logue de Alterne

Gosto de, sob o Facho, usar a Foice mas, tenho, no Martelo, o meu maior prazer.

B(V)logue de Alterne

Gosto de, sob o Facho, usar a Foice mas, tenho, no Martelo, o meu maior prazer.

18.11.18

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Vorph "ги́ря" Valknut

In the dawn an angel was dancing

surrounded by an aura of light

But in the shadows something was watching

and with patience awaiting the night

(Angel whispers:

"Mournful night, attractive night,

your dark beauty obsesses me")

An angel bewitched by the shadows

Seduced by the whispering lies

A spell was cast and the sky turned red

The angel's heart froze to ice

The blackness that falls is coming to stay

Under the snow lies angels so cold

Dusk has passed and a cold morning breeze,

is sweeping all over the plain,

On the ground lies an angel with skin so pale,

On her face an image of pain,

Snow is now falling to the frozen ground,

The angel is covered by white,

Frost is spreading across the plain,

to welcome the eternal night

The dress is white with crystals of ice

and frozen roses so red

Roses of blood from an innocent soul

On the plain lies an angel dead

A spell was cast and the sky turned red

The angel's heart froze to ice

In the gloomy sky black clouds were gathering

The silence was broken by cries

A spell was cast and the sky turned red

The angel's heart froze to ice

In the gloomy sky —

The silence where dead angels lie

Touch the snow ...

Caress the lifeless sculptures

Die!!!

The blackness that falls is coming to stay,

under the snow lies an angel so cold,

Yet with each crystal of frost that is falling,

another story is told,

A spell was cast and the sky turned red,

The angel's heart froze to ice,

In the gloomy sky — the silence where dead angels lie ...

 

Em memória de Jon Andreas Nödtveidt (1975-2006)