Hit the wall

They say that if you find the right timing, you can throw yourself against the wall and go through it like a ghost... It's just a question of the right timing, therefore try again my friend, smash yourself against the wall, hit and fall, bleed, go dry, rise and try again, perhaps you'll die, but that won't keep you, from your futile attempt, one day you'll just go through, smashed and bleeding, the nightmare shall be over, and death itself shall matter never more...

Despre Neodihnă

Trecerea anostă a timpului,

În tabloul din iad,

Flăcările s-au stins,

Iar demonii au amuţit

... de neodihnă

Zbuciumul poate părea mai dulce,

Toamna mai roşiatică, aproape sângerie,

Dar sub covorul roşu de frunze,

Pământul negru, către nesfârşit se întinde

Şi râpa e mândră,

Şi râpa e blândă,

Şi râpa îneacă

Ultima fărâmă de umanitate...

Visul că nemurirea se vindecă,

E alungat mereu şi ucis tot mai lent,

De trecerea timpului neiertător, dar blând,

De la întuneric la mai mult întuneric

Şi am să cad, am să tot cad,

În visul meu de amorţire,

Nepăsător, sau fără simţire,

În noapte, sau în oceanul de amăgire...

The Book Of The Fall...

We are like the night,

We are cold,

And we are dark,

Filled with so many hopes…

Quiet we are as well,

Madness is the reason

Why we fell, and we became

Demons roaming through ourselves

Embrace what you are,

And that would make you mortal…

Embrace nothingness,

And you are human.

Embrace what you feel,

And that would give you

Wings to fly where no angel dared,

But be aware my unknown friend:

The most powerful angel is the one that fell…

Smell of Decay

Dead like no other

Broken thoughts that shiver

In the cold dark light

Of the final sunset

Shift all your sins on me

Pray for one chance at redemption

Find another scapegoat

Wish I could see the truth

Perception shifts all meaning

Dark is now what once was light,

Horror lies in sweetest dreams,

Bitter now and filled with screams.

No words

No way back

No place to go

Nothing left

To do or know

No prayers that could save

Just another damned soul

All dressed in black

And waiting for the fall

You think a bit of hope

Could ever lengthen your silly silver rope

Think about all the blood that stains your robe

I care not for all lies and sins and murders,

Decaying thoughts, and smiles and letters,

Fading pictures and all life's pleasures...

Deşertul Nopţii

Un labirint in deșert

Zidurile se mută,

Ieșirea, mereu necunoscută,

Deșertul e din cenușă…

Tot umblând, rătăcind,

Frânturi din alte lumi

Și alte vremuri mereu se arată,

Mirajele de altădată…

Venin și cenusă,

Foc născut în întuneric,

Ucis cu prea multă lumină,

Din întamplare inutilă...

Deşertul pare roşiatic,

Cenuşa e neagră,

Vântul e din fum,

Oaza e doar o amăgire...

Tot rătăcind pe negrele dune,

Haosul imi pare a fi

Tot ce e mai bun în această lume,

Ruina lumii ce a fost nascută din mine...

Nothingness

The only thing left in your moment

Is the moment that is yet to come,

Fading away with each day,

A journey begins with the very first step,

And like all things, life comes to an end,

But contrary to all belief, we die with each breath,

Cursed to fade away since the day we where born,

The lines of our lives are meant to be thorn.

Some are sooner, some are later,

Some are sweeter and some are bitter…

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,

For all I love and all I lust,

Is burning like fire the soul that is lost,

Somewhere around,

Giving its last breath in a pile of dust,

And all the blood I spilled, turned to rust…

September’s prey, gone just like a dream,

The kind of dream that ends with a scream,

Be it pleasure, be it pain, the meaning’s gone,

And all the scars will scream: “INSANE!!!”

Perhaps a smile I choose to wear,

Perhaps I lie, but I swear,

The summer wine went dry,

And all the wounds shall heal with poison...

Florile Raului

Florile raului rasar,

Din cugete curate,

Pentru ca mai apoi,

Se muta-n alta parte.

Florile raului cresc,

Din pura tragedie

Udate de lacrima, apa vie,

Spre a juca in divina comedie.

Florile raului infloresc,

Si toate culorile lumii,

Dispar spre a sclipi,

Lumina ce-o vad nebunii.

Florile raului mor,

Si lumea intreaga plange,

Caci dragostea e doar un vis,

Ce nimeni nu-l atinge…