Feltöltve: 2004-07-26 20:04:04
Megtekintve: 6539
Necrophile Possession
Bells of an old chapel ring in the night
A haunting tune flies over burial ground
Standing beside the grave that you sought
While reading inscription of the headstone
Seizing your spade to strike into ground
Leaving the black clods tearing apart
Hearing the noise how the steel knocks the wood
Embraced by clay, the coffin you've got
Sickening smell is what's hitting your nose
Almightyness of decay and rot
See what is inside, the odour is strong
Throughout this stench the dead invites you
Feel how stench is mixing up with smell of perspiration
Nightmares haunt you in your mind - necrophile possession
Feel how stench is mixing up with smell of perspiration
Nightmares haunt you in your mind - necrophile possession
The neck and the face that you run through your look
Wrinkled and withered skin sticks to bone
A jellious mass is what's left of the eyes
Abandoned and deserted those eyes seem so bright
Lack of some teeth, an opened mouth
Gums have been crumbled, the jaws formed to cruel
Half of the hands where the breasts should be found
Bowing your trembling knees down to your love
Gasping for breath, mopping your brow
The skirt must be raised to cover the skull
Sense how it's getting hard between your legs
The undying rotten womb needs gentleness!
Feel how stench is mixing up with smell of perspiration
Nightmares haunt you in your mind - necrophile possession
Feel how stench is mixing up with smell of perspiration
Nightmares haunt you in your mind - necrophile possession
You are now one with the dead
A shadow falls upon you
Look back and now realize
Your true self stands behind you
Moans getting screams of horror
Postmortem perversion
Secrets of your other self
Your subconscious reigns you
You are now one with the dead
A shadow falls upon you
Look back and now realize
Your true self smiles behind you
Moans getting screams of horror
Obsessive fascination
Dark side of your inner self
Your subconscious reigns you
Feel how stench is mixing up with smell of perspiration
Nightmares haunt you in your mind - necrophile possession
(November 2003, G.Zs.v.P.)
A haunting tune flies over burial ground
Standing beside the grave that you sought
While reading inscription of the headstone
Seizing your spade to strike into ground
Leaving the black clods tearing apart
Hearing the noise how the steel knocks the wood
Embraced by clay, the coffin you've got
Sickening smell is what's hitting your nose
Almightyness of decay and rot
See what is inside, the odour is strong
Throughout this stench the dead invites you
Feel how stench is mixing up with smell of perspiration
Nightmares haunt you in your mind - necrophile possession
Feel how stench is mixing up with smell of perspiration
Nightmares haunt you in your mind - necrophile possession
The neck and the face that you run through your look
Wrinkled and withered skin sticks to bone
A jellious mass is what's left of the eyes
Abandoned and deserted those eyes seem so bright
Lack of some teeth, an opened mouth
Gums have been crumbled, the jaws formed to cruel
Half of the hands where the breasts should be found
Bowing your trembling knees down to your love
Gasping for breath, mopping your brow
The skirt must be raised to cover the skull
Sense how it's getting hard between your legs
The undying rotten womb needs gentleness!
Feel how stench is mixing up with smell of perspiration
Nightmares haunt you in your mind - necrophile possession
Feel how stench is mixing up with smell of perspiration
Nightmares haunt you in your mind - necrophile possession
You are now one with the dead
A shadow falls upon you
Look back and now realize
Your true self stands behind you
Moans getting screams of horror
Postmortem perversion
Secrets of your other self
Your subconscious reigns you
You are now one with the dead
A shadow falls upon you
Look back and now realize
Your true self smiles behind you
Moans getting screams of horror
Obsessive fascination
Dark side of your inner self
Your subconscious reigns you
Feel how stench is mixing up with smell of perspiration
Nightmares haunt you in your mind - necrophile possession
(November 2003, G.Zs.v.P.)
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2005-05-18 09:56:40
Tényleg. én is írtam angolul verset, és úgy sokkal jobban megy, mint magyarul. Talán mert úgy nem mindenki érti teljesen, és úgy "nyálasabban" lehet fogalmazni
2005-03-09 19:08:26
angolul nem konnyebb, csak ahhoz olyan szinten is kellene tudni. szerintem is iis inkabb dalszoveg.
2004-10-05 00:13:55
vágom, hogy jó az angol. de szerintem az idelátogató emberek nem mindegyike beszéli,úgy hogy megértené, a te komoly szándékú versed (SUICEDAL?), szóval illene mellé egy magyar fordítás is... "elvégre magyarok bvaygunk, nem? Egyedül nem megy!" - Király Linda égése a hymn alatt...