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...Torstai 20.11.2008 07:07
joo-o.. olipahan taas ilta.. thnx kreivitär bathory<3
- Sweetest MaleficiaKeskiviikko 19.11.2008 00:57
"I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub
By the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit
By the Virgin Mary and all the saints
To appear in person, so that you may speak to us
And fulfill our desires
Come at my bidding and I will grant you
Whatever you want, however vile
And the curtailing of my life"
He would rise triumphant
All done up
On a plume of raven wings
Trafficking with sycophants
Sharing his cup
Amidst other graver things
Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his head
With the stench of pitch and myrrh
The devout faded out but the pagan remained
The candles burnt low and still nothing came
Bearing golden secrets from a cold malevolent race
He would have his demon!
He would have his vice!
All save his soul was up for sacrifice!
Despite their raising not a single hair
Everything stank of witchcraft there
From the stained chapel to the statued lawn
In Caprineum on the lake
To the still lit crypts and the slit of dawn
Sliding down the towers, it all smelt fake
He needed answers not advice
Intending to devise
A lengthy train of torture for the fool
Who thought a seance would suffice
Or sighted, furred in dragonflies
The signature of Satan on a wall
Sweetest Maleficia
Planchette to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest
Returning with a spider for the poisonous feast
The Italian astrologer Prelati, spinning sin
His fingertips were scented with
The tears from seraphim cheeks
Part glamour and a hammer
Cadaverous and glib
Commanding in a voice of frozen peaks
He would have his demon!
He would have his gold!
Out of control Gilles' soul was sold
Under mistletoe and the glistening snow
Kissing in the shadow of abandoned saviours
(From the banquet hall to the stable gates
A graveyard shift in tone
Sank upon the castle, like a papal weight
Or a deep philosophical stone)
The air was sick with trepidation
Despair and desperation
Then he fixed his covenant in blood
Now all was rich and tapestried
Fragrant wine to shitty mead
His new world opened with a claret flood
Time was right, this wretched night
To etch the circles clear again...
As a labyrinth of razors led a blind man to the stars
So too Prelati brought the dark
It's name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar
Imbibed with fire
They fed him shredded infants on an altar full of scars
Entangled in a dream
The mirrors full of steam
He scarce could see Joan's face reflecting through
His last attempt to grasp at God
Lay blackened in a holy fog
And now there were only devils to pursue
Gilles was wrapped in a velvet spell
Of Hell and her seductions
The assassinated days as a Caesar gone by
Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide
Lit demonic pyres where once dying embers writhed
Sweetest Maleficia
By the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit
By the Virgin Mary and all the saints
To appear in person, so that you may speak to us
And fulfill our desires
Come at my bidding and I will grant you
Whatever you want, however vile
And the curtailing of my life"
He would rise triumphant
All done up
On a plume of raven wings
Trafficking with sycophants
Sharing his cup
Amidst other graver things
Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his head
With the stench of pitch and myrrh
The devout faded out but the pagan remained
The candles burnt low and still nothing came
Bearing golden secrets from a cold malevolent race
He would have his demon!
He would have his vice!
All save his soul was up for sacrifice!
Despite their raising not a single hair
Everything stank of witchcraft there
From the stained chapel to the statued lawn
In Caprineum on the lake
To the still lit crypts and the slit of dawn
Sliding down the towers, it all smelt fake
He needed answers not advice
Intending to devise
A lengthy train of torture for the fool
Who thought a seance would suffice
Or sighted, furred in dragonflies
The signature of Satan on a wall
Sweetest Maleficia
Planchette to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest
Returning with a spider for the poisonous feast
The Italian astrologer Prelati, spinning sin
His fingertips were scented with
The tears from seraphim cheeks
Part glamour and a hammer
Cadaverous and glib
Commanding in a voice of frozen peaks
He would have his demon!
He would have his gold!
Out of control Gilles' soul was sold
Under mistletoe and the glistening snow
Kissing in the shadow of abandoned saviours
(From the banquet hall to the stable gates
A graveyard shift in tone
Sank upon the castle, like a papal weight
Or a deep philosophical stone)
The air was sick with trepidation
Despair and desperation
Then he fixed his covenant in blood
Now all was rich and tapestried
Fragrant wine to shitty mead
His new world opened with a claret flood
Time was right, this wretched night
To etch the circles clear again...
As a labyrinth of razors led a blind man to the stars
So too Prelati brought the dark
It's name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar
Imbibed with fire
They fed him shredded infants on an altar full of scars
Entangled in a dream
The mirrors full of steam
He scarce could see Joan's face reflecting through
His last attempt to grasp at God
Lay blackened in a holy fog
And now there were only devils to pursue
Gilles was wrapped in a velvet spell
Of Hell and her seductions
The assassinated days as a Caesar gone by
Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide
Lit demonic pyres where once dying embers writhed
Sweetest Maleficia
...Keskiviikko 05.11.2008 08:50
ei vittu... hajoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo............................
Syndet<3Perjantai 31.10.2008 16:23
kiitokset jo näin valmiiks kaikille onniteluist.. en varmaan enää tänää koneelle tuu..
sinne vaa muiden pervojen sekaan juhlimaanPerjantai 31.10.2008 00:51
..Perjantai 26.09.2008 17:22
20:35 Kauhajoen koulussa kuolleiden muistolle
Se hiljainen hetki pidetään myöhemmin, mutta tiedossa on jo kuolleita. Ota osaa suureen suruun, kopioimalla tämä omaan päiväkirjaasi ja lisäämällä mukaan oman nimesi/nimimerkkisi.
Suremme liian aikaista pois menoanne: jarsta^,ebllla`, Eetu] , jasmiina`, pjauliina , pinjäu , sofiaö jänina, nettajAu`, answ`, SaneGee, Laurää, wau, kkaisasi, jennaå, ototo, maiksii ,janitajau , -mirkas , ttuuliii , mönaw , `mmiljä, moioonmilla, AiNoC, MILJÄÄ, eph-, hennapauliina`, inkkuveli, ronjAu`, ekki , akkii-, [LazarusHeart], Hellul, Susannaahhh-, _Gothic_. _BLA_
:-:Tiistai 09.09.2008 14:53
8.9.08 Läväri<3 :D
_::::_Sunnuntai 07.09.2008 00:54
olipaha ilotulitukset.. :DD thx kaikille raxuille<3
[Ei aihetta]Sunnuntai 07.09.2008 00:52
06.09.2008 21:44 <_BLA_> Nina the pervo always<3 (Terveys ja elämäntavat)
06.09.2008 21:45 <_BLA_> Nina eduskuntaan (Tapahtumat)
06.09.2008 21:46 <_BLA_> ninalla on ongelma (Fanclubit)
06.09.2008 21:47 <_BLA_> Ninalle ei mopoa anneta! (Autot ja muut kulkuneuvot)
06.09.2008 21:49 <_BLA_> Nina on meiän idoli! (Fanclubit) <-- insidee :DDD
06.09.2008 21:50 <_BLA_> Nina on aina sekaisin (Elämänkatsomus ja filosofia)
06.09.2008 21:51 <_BLA_> Nina on JÄÄKAAPPI-PAKASTIN!!! =P (Kaverit) :DDD HAJOOO
:DDDD
06.09.2008 21:45 <_BLA_> Nina eduskuntaan (Tapahtumat)
06.09.2008 21:46 <_BLA_> ninalla on ongelma (Fanclubit)
06.09.2008 21:47 <_BLA_> Ninalle ei mopoa anneta! (Autot ja muut kulkuneuvot)
06.09.2008 21:49 <_BLA_> Nina on meiän idoli! (Fanclubit) <-- insidee :DDD
06.09.2008 21:50 <_BLA_> Nina on aina sekaisin (Elämänkatsomus ja filosofia)
06.09.2008 21:51 <_BLA_> Nina on JÄÄKAAPPI-PAKASTIN!!! =P (Kaverit) :DDD HAJOOO
:DDDD
.::.Maanantai 25.08.2008 16:20
olipahan taas viikonloppu... <3