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        Sacrifice me

Put on your black clothes.
So sensual on your paleness.
Mourning fills me with
a desire for being awaken.

Leave your coffin.
Leave your coffin at home.
No need for it, come on.

Today no laying to rest.
Today no sound a knell.
Bells are stayed in silence.

Sharpen your teeth,
sharpen your appetit.
Bite into me,
bite into my lips.

Drink my blood,
rip my black off.
Give me your dark dawn.

Profane me on black mass,
and sacrifice me with gladness
of being crucified.

Sharpen my sorrow,
sharpen my wounds.
Offer me up, come on.

Offer me, offer me
a slice of eternity.
Sacrifice me, sacrifice me
a slice of eternity.
         /2003-2004/

               Journey

Travelling on train from hometown to capital,
one place not better than another,
nowhere likes anywhere.
Wonderful, wonderful.
Something is missing.
I’m looking for, I’m waiting for something.

Starring at a mystic smiling Mona Lisa,
from the Louvre I won’t take you home.
Wonderful, wonderful.
Something is missing.

Catching the sight of Eiffel tower,
I would like to climb on. It’s over.
Oh, just lamppost, now I see.
Wonderful, wonderful.
Something is missing.

Coming a dream trought, it was so good.
I must find out a new one, never can be calm.
Wonderful, wonderful.
Something is missing.

Going along the street
I see a symbol reminding you.
Don’t say me: a man can’t be beautiful.
Wonderful, wonderful.
I have already known,
why I feel missing.
          /2003-2004/

                The Muse

You ’re the Only One for you: the Muse of yours.
You sing the crying song of your dying soul.
Your wicked Muse always turns out cruel,
and cruxifies me with true hell.

Again the Muse makes me burnst into tears,
but not enough, and the Muse goes on sin.
These scarves I don’t want to feel.
You gave me the name: Ice Queen.

You are looking back standing at the door,
you are looking at me like a beggar waiting for mercy.
I need only say a word,
but my lips are silence.
             /2003-2004/

        In fear and trembling

On this wide world, who you stop,
see the scarves of a heart.
No responsibility for the dark side,
angels drown into the blood wine.

Human beings bleeding to death the old times.
Only machines, only beasts move the Earth.
Words of comfort is only instinct to yesterday.
Nobody could wake up for a new day.

All felt down in great fight,
but on a whining face stayed a single pearl.
Only one tears the worth of all, I’m afraid.
In fear and trembling is nevermore mistake.
                      /19th of January 2007/

         An old memory

With and without no being.
Light and dark follow each other.
Life and death one and the same.

Once I had a colossal treasure,
now my friend only the freezing cold.
Here the time, I have total recall,
when I force my creation
to be a slave.

In a full of shadow room I sit,
gloom would flood me, I wish,
No this dark heart’s ghost in my chest
on my horrible painful way
staying in memories somewhere.

Till the end of time I gaze
at my old enemy’s hatred face.
Side by side we swam across the centuries,
but once my white clothes became dirty with
warm scarlet of my young body.

Blaspheme no revenge for my lasting,
for the pain of the sharpness of blades.
After then, throught the centuries,
I fell them all, the deep cuttings,
and now I’m incarnated ache again.

Forget and forgive no on my pages.
So I ask the Lord: Do it for me,
as I asked you then: Save me.
But he does nothing for his
ordained priest.
      /21st of January 2007/