My only question

Nothing last forever. Not the diamonds, not even stars. Could our feelings and memories last... even after life?

jueves, diciembre 1

Queen Of My Burning Heart

Dressed in black I stand before Her
The smell of blood like a languid sea
The sickly sweet stench of death
I taint the air with laboured breath

A thousand names, a thousand songs,
In the dead of night we share her tunes
Love and death, blood and fire
The pleasure of this dark desire

Can't you feel her darkness creeping?
Can't you hear her voices calling?
Must you dream of a world without her?
Won't you bask in her flames?

The twilight times,
The witching hour,
Praise her might,
It is time

A million years
I will serve
My queen forever
A million years
I will serve
My queen forever

I can't hear your words of warning
The beating of my heart drowns all sound
I cannot see your guiding light
The burning of my soul outshines all stars

A thousand names, a thousand songs,
In the dead of night we share her tunes
Love and death, blood and fire
The pleasure of this dark desire

The twilight times,
The witching hour,
Praise her might,
It is time

A million years
I will serve
My queen forever
A million years
I will serve
My queen forever

lunes, agosto 1

Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world, mad world


martes, julio 26

I Won't Back Down

No me rendiré.


Pues no voy a rendirme 
No, no me rendiré
Puedes ponerme frente a las puertas del infierno,
Pero no me rendiré

Voy a plantarme en mi sitio
No me harán dar la vuelta
Y me evitaré que este mundo me arrastre 
Me quedare en mi sitio
Y no me voy a rendir

Hey nena, no hay una salida fácil
Hey, yo me quedaré en mi sitio
Y no me voy a rendir

Pues sé lo que es correcto
Solo tengo una vida
En un mundo que sigue presionándome
Pero me quedaré en mi sitio
Y no me rendiré

Hey nena, no hay una salida fácil
Hey, yo me quedaré en mi sitio
Y no me voy a rendir
No, no me voy a rendir.



viernes, mayo 20

Failure.

I, I've been lonely
And I, I've been blind
And I,. I've learned nothing
So my hands are firmly tied
To the sinking leadweight
of failure

I've worked hard all my life
Money slips through my hands
My face in the mirror tells me
It's no surprise that I'm
Pushing the stone up the hill
of failure

They tempt me with violence
They punish me with ideals
And they crush me with an image of my
life that's nothing but unreal
Except on the goddamned slaveship
of failure

I'll drown here trying
to get up for some air
But each time I think I breathe
I'm laid on with a double share
of the punishing burden
of failure

I don't deserve to be down here
But I'll never leave
And I've learned one thing
You can't escape the beast
In the null and void pit
of failure

When I get my hands on some money
I'll kiss it's green skin
And I'll ask it's dirty face
"Where the hell have you been?"
"I am the fuel that fires the engine
of failure."

I'll be old and broken down
I'll forget who and where I am
I'll be senile or forgotten
But I'll remember and understand
You can bank your hard-earned money
on failure

I saw my father crying
I saw my mother break her hand
On a wall that wouldn't weep
But that certainly held in
The mechanical moans of a dying man
Who was a failure

My back hurts me when I bend
Because I carry a load
My brain hurts me like a knife-hole
Because I've yet to be shown
How to pull myself out from
The sucking quicksand
of failure

Some people lie in hell
Many bastards succeed
But I. I've learned nothing
I can't even elegantly bleed
Out the poison blood
of failure