-Подписка по e-mail

 

 -Поиск по дневнику

Поиск сообщений в The_Funeral_Portrait

 -Статистика

Статистика LiveInternet.ru: показано количество хитов и посетителей
Создан: 30.07.2008
Записей:
Комментариев:
Написано: 1663

Комментарии (0)

Аудио-запись: Opeth - In Time Of Need

Четверг, 14 Августа 2008 г. 00:56 + в цитатник
Прослушать Остановить
250 слушали
8 копий

[+ в свой плеер]

I can't see the meaning of this life I'm leading
I try to forget you as you forgot me
This time there is nothing left for you to take, this is goodbye
Summer is miles and miles away
And no one would ask me to stay
And I should contemplate this change
To ease the pain
And I should step out of the rain
And walk away
Close to ending it all, I am drifting through the stages
Of the rapture born within this loss
Thoughts of death inside, tear me apart from the core of my soul
At times the dark's fading slowly
But it never sustains
Would someone watch over me
In my time of need
Close to ending it all, I am drifting throught the stages
Of the rapture born within this loss
Thoughts of death inside, tear me apart from the core of my soul

Метки:  
Комментарии (0)

Аудио-запись: Opeth - Blackwater Park - Bleak

Вторник, 29 Июля 2008 г. 02:48 + в цитатник
Прослушать Остановить
87 слушали
4 копий

[+ в свой плеер]

Beating
Heart still beating for the cause
Feeding
Soul still feeding from the loss
Aching
Limbs are aching from the rush
Fading
You are fading from my sight
Break of morning, coldness lingers on
Shroud me into nightmares of the sun
Moving
I am moving closer to your side
Luring
You are luring me into the night
Crying
Who is crying for you here
Dying
I am dying fast inside your tears
Plunging towards bereavement faster yet
Clearing thoughts, my mind is set
Devious movements in your eyes
Moved me from relief
Breath comes out white clouds with your lies
And filters through me
You're close to the final word
You're staring right past me in dismay
A liquid seeps from your chest
And drains me away
Mist ripples round your thin white neck
And draws me a line
Cold fingers mark this dying wreck
This moment is mine
Help me cure you
Atone for all you've done
Help me leave you
As all the days are gone
Night fall again
Taking what's left of me
Slight twist, shivering corpse
Ornated with water, fills the cracks
Clasped in my lims by tradition
This is all you need

Метки:  

 Страницы: [1]