Irmãs de Criação

Saudade e solidão

Coloridas com a mesma tinta

Distintas só pelas sombras

Que uma na outra pinta.

Rosa Pena

Prayer for Woodland Travellers

 

Lasting light upon the track at dusk,
No forest as deep as a single day,
All the wolves have fled;
Before darkness, before winter,
I am safely home.

by Ari Berk.
Art by Alan Lee.

Army of Damned

We are the army of the damned
Men of a far forgotten land
Thousands of years have passed us by
And still you will hear our cry

We left our homes to fight this war
We don't remember what that was for
Still we advance both day and night
Until the time comes to fight

And so they flee from us, our kindred and our kin
They will not stand for us and all that we have been
The blood will flow from us forever and a day
Our oaths are broken by their sins

We gave up all that we could give
So that our children could but live
We march forever to the drum
Of battle that will not come

We hear our lovers cry, though they are dead and gone
We hear our comrades sing that everlasting song
We cannot feel the sun though morning has just come
We are but shadows of the past

Will we find forgiveness, will we?

Have mercy on us Father forgive all these men
Who cannot feel the sun though morning has just come
We are but shadows of the past.

We are the army of the damned
Men of a far forgotten land
What I would give to see her face
And love her once more
Pythia - Army of Damned 

Virgin Black - Of Your Beauty

Wearing robes of solemnity
My senses stand erect
This moment I am solitary
As you watch me, eyeless
Observe a brutal face
I need silence, I need to be alone
Look at me
My bony fingers wrapped in rags
I am pursued and love is withered
My eyes will see, if my spirit lives
The wind shouts its commands
The earth has stopped my ears
I dare not raise my hand
To hold the stones around my throat
I have heard of your beauty
And would sacrifice my days
These midnight wanderings
And vain laments
Pour upon me
A sympathetic glance
My splendour has gone
you will find me face down
let those days pass
in sorrowful procession
Among leafless groves
May a leaf unfold
I cry with rage
To be remembered with pity
Let the leaves unfold
Where dead leaves have rotted
Ask me what I suffer
Years of fruitless clinging
to enfeebled arms
That wave of benevolent salute
I have heard of your beauty
Pursue me, beckon me
to cast the stones from my throat
in the earth's dark entrails
My glazed eyes close forever
My my eyes will see
If my spirit lives

Of Your Beauty - Virgin Black

Sugestões Utopia 5

Avenged Sevenfold - Almost Easy


Avenged Sevenfold - Afterlife


Seether - Roses


Seether - Don't Believe


Faith no More - Epic


Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit