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sexta-feira, 5 de julho de 2013

Nocturnal Depression - We're All Better Off Dead



I'm drowning into the waters of the oversight
shadows embracing me and the cold devouring me
cause all of you had illustrated the insignificance of being
A life withour values, a useless thing
No one likes us or you above or under
when you'll break the chains and open your eyes, reject their words

We are nothing than empty wrecks
sinking down and reaching the depths into an ocean of despair
We are worthless lives lead by our sufferings
Think about our existence: we are all better off dead

I was born with stigmata on hand
and I use it to feed your hate
May you think to hurt me
but you're human crap that I manipulate

What we've done, our experiences
and past memories
Are carved on our skins
as scars of an inner tormented suffering
We are nothing than empty wrecks,
we are worthless lives

We're all better off dead

terça-feira, 2 de julho de 2013

Nocturnal Depression - Dead Children

Spread your hate 

Some dead children with burnt skins
Are playing under a dead snow, wearing gas-masks
A heavy and suffocating atmosphere
Mixing sulphur and dust with the smell of cadavers
They dance among the ruins, among human corpses
Hand in hand, they enjoy their despair

Angels of misery...rise...

As they heard a move, they stop their game
Their lifeless eyes gazing to me
crows are stopping their flights and vultures their lunch
All of them found in me their new target

claws and kicks are beating me
Violating my bitter body
I scream and enjoy this suffering
Till my blood color the ground

From above, the black snow is falling around me
Lost and mutilated in a world I can't understand
The children laugh about my own misery
Spread your wings, angels of misery

quinta-feira, 27 de junho de 2013

Nocturnal Depression - Host



 Tears are falling like sad autumn Leafs
Time is wasted you've destroyed everything around us
Sadness is embracing me with his cold Arms
Suicide is leading me, you are the Reason to my End
Depression rise again from the Bottom of my Soul
Desecration of my Heart, sentenced to Death
Sorrow is kissing me with her poisoned Lips
Sorrow embracing me and leading me to my Grave


sábado, 1 de junho de 2013

The Misfits - Helena



If I cut off your arms and cut off you legs would you still love me anyway?
If you're bound and youre gagged, draped and displayed would you still love me anyway?
Why don't you love me anyway?
Why don't you love me anyway?