Agathodaimon – Near Dark (Part I)
It was too long about 15 min. so i had to divorce it into 2 song. Original its one song. Album : Blacken the Angel 1998 Label : Nuclear Blast Americ Lyrics : [Part One] This is a world blessed by the victims Of carnal tragedy The humans ritual of love and adoration Dense-woven history Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I’ve bled Bizarre she defined her presence With the lament of the undead When her eyes have bathed in danger And the moon had new design In the cradle of our desire all the blood has turned to wine But the love no longer remained than just a stir to survive In this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to recover I’ll forever strive… [Part Two] Dem Sterbenden – die Hoffnung Dem Propheten – Der Fluch Der Liebe – die Dichtung, die dem Sterben entsprung… The night is crystal clear – words are sent from pictures Sounds that I can’t hear – as weakness wins my body Selling cheap my soul – and its bleeding heart Eclipsing the whole – planet, history and light… [Part Three] Sometimes, when the sun hides in the back of the earth When the hungry souls, to whom pain gave birth Embalm their coldness with the blood’s warmth… then I can clearly hear the calling of a lonely and distant star In the shade of the abhorrent Yet in the still of the nights – In the still of the moment When the moment dies There she gently approaches With the new meaning of life… In a haze of hazard, in the withering chill Baleful’s the passion, when hearts stand still A …
Poem by Valeria Quint. Video by Valeria and assistant producer Belina Kasa to Michael Jackson’s song Dirty Diana. Frankenstein’s big show Sunday morning The weekend is ending Trying to make sense Of the sense that I’m losing Trying to find the meaning Of the happiness I’m selling But I don’t know what it is I know we shared a memory I created an event in your history And I rushed out the door Into someone else’s fantasy I run between their lives Meeting their children husbands and wives A stranger Who suddenly appears in their picture Leaving a special feeling As a remainder The parties become the past So fast I can’t remember the last They collect into days Into an album that fades Just moments from other people’s plays I have tried to write my own And I had many versions Ending with nice introductions To scripts lacking in inventions As I dreamt of living in exceptions A non committed life Is the commitment I can keep For now What’s the purpose of life anyhow? To accumulate prizes Or to accumulate moments? So far I’ve been collecting collections I’m well versed in other people’s attractions I am the prize they’ve earned The validation for their monotonous existence I spin through the crowd Faster and faster Until the people are pulled in through inertia Laughing and clapping I feel their hearts beating Magnifying my pulse Until nothing else exists I have the only sober eyes In this unfocused picture So I choose to steal a glimpse Of what I really came for I soak up …
Video Rating: 5 / 5
