Dark Tranqullity (lethe)

tarafından **gargamel>:** Bir Cuma Ağus. 08, 2008 9:29 am

Lethe

give me to drink of the fluid
that disintegrates
and lend me the sweet balm and blessing
of forgetfulness, empty and strong
lethe
oh, lethe

hold me near, unravel the stars
as i speed through the heavens
i speed through the night
for you are my blade and my rope
you are my
you are my lethe
you are my own

in currents of cobalt you storm through my heart
to severe, to puncture the memories that burn
let sweep through the arteries in sharp stabs of pain
your talonlike fingers to kill me again

-in currents of cobalt you storm through my heart
(to severe, to puncture)- to severe, to puncture
-(the memories that burn)- the memories that burn
-let sweep through the arteries in sharp stabs of pain-
-(your talonlike fingers)- your talonlike fingers
-(to kill me again)- to kill me again
and again, and again and again
steal me, invade me, and charge me again
and again, and again and again
for i burn and i shudder
burn with each movement of...

so, cleansed through a floodlight
i appear, renewed and reforged
caressed by the sweet balm and blessing
of forgetfulness, empty and strong
lethe

hold me near, my one friend and guide
as i drown through your fingers
drown through your love
for you are the life that i hate
you are my
you are my

Drag me down, in passionate sighs
With the ocean above me
And flames in my eyes
And grant me a life I can live
Without...

Lethe
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Dark Tranqulity

yok eden (dağıtan, eriten) sıvından ver içmek için bana
ve boş ve güçlü unutkanlığın tatlı merhemini ve lütfunu ödünç ver bana;

yakın tut beni. (içten-samimi sarıl bana)
gökyüzünden (cennetlerden) hızla ayrılırken,
gece boyunca hızla ayrılırken
çöz (açığa çıkar) yıldızları.
sen, kılıcım ve ipim (darağacım) olduğun için
(sen) benim lethe'msin.

kobalt akımlarında
yanan anıları delmek, parçalamak için
kalbime saldırdın sen.
beni tekrar öldürmek için
pençe gibi parmaklarınla
acının keskin bıçak darbeleri içinde
damarlarımı temizle.

çal beni, al (işgal et) beni ve yükle (suçla) beni yine!
yandığım ve (soğuktan) titrediğim için
(...'nın her hareketiyle) her hareketinle yak beni.

böylece temizlendim bir projektörle.
boş ve güçlü unutkanlığın tatlı merhemi ve lütfuyla
öpülmüş (okşanmış)
yeniden işlenmiş ve yenilenmiş görünüyorum.

lethe,
benim tek arkadaşım ve rehberim!
yakın tut beni (içten-samimi sarıl bana).
senin parmaklarınla boğulurken,
senin aşkınla boğulurken
nefret ettiğim yaşam sen olduğun için
(sen) benim lethe'msin.

gözlerimdeki alevlerle ve üstümdeki okyanusla
tutkulu özlemlerde (iç geçirme) sürükle ben!
ve bana (...'sız) sensiz yaşayabileceğim bir hayat bağışla

The gallety

come and dance through my vanity\'s halls

welcome to my exhibition

ornaments fall

the fate of my art, condemned

and the creative seed

that grows to the tune of the harvest song

embody my lifelong passion

intertwine with the structures of my art

those empty frames staring at me

one lonely portrait covers the lovestarved canvas

in honour of the birthless rebellion within me

every picture holds a tale

every shade tells of a thousand words

the artistry of living chaos

is pictured in the poets tears

because everything burns

the final concept

is all but a thought away

be gone, you foul enchantress of decay!

my thoughts and words will come to right

in my chamber where chaos conveys

kneel down to my desire

deep in the vaults of my carnal agony

emptiness! orchestration through colours

the gallery

to never return to my guidance

burning my art

Dark Tranquillity - Senses Tied

Riddled by the trappings of words that makes the edges blur
here on the outskirts of sincerity
and pride stretched as far as words can reach
by the lure of higher meaning
there’s something out there
lost behind the power lines

It’s all the same to me

Lost all faith in promises and deadlines closing in
tired of deciphering the wayward strands of truth

I don’t care
’Cause I can’t feel
I don’t know anymore

Sure we’ve had a good run with vowels, nouns, and letters
but within its very nature the ability to distort
there’s nothing in the words I hear that makes me want to take a stand
it has gone on for far too long
I chose to disengage the ends of our conditioning to swallow
take and like it
rather keep me in the dark
than look me in the eye

It’s all the same things pulling us down to,
Senses gone I cheer,
It’s all these same things making us blind
There’s nothing here for me

Hear it coming
heading for you now
I can’t even stand the tons of arrogance and denial on display
here you are listless, left for deaf
thinking about what standards we set in times of weary tongues
and ears that hear no end to it
unwilling or unable
the difference left for times judgment it passes on from wicked mouths
as victim takes on another role
new bold oppressor
our teacher’s product now stands tall

HEDON
Enter Suicidal Angels;

How hungry we`ve become
like animals naked in shame
Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
that galloped down, disordered worlds behind

From word to a word I was led to a word
that spanned over cultures in rage

Crimson masses, steeped in decadence
holding our tongues to the thirsty sun
So, it the future still open?
Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts
to draw down the end from within

We need not the horns
that emanate from our warty, haunted bodies

Nihilist, Hedon
the priceless art of their lives
Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads.
skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow
in the fold of your shivering arms

Hedon,
Your children wild
and filled with death

Jupiter in our unforgiving eyes:
a pandemonium of bodies and gold
Eager, as a part of your face
and the sickness attached to your skin (stone)
as the wine-rush,
charging from androgynous wombs
to open free the lid of pain

Hedon, rinsed in post-human shadows
a monument scorned by the teeth of time
Stale-faced keeper of secrets,
loaded with implosive fire
the whore that carried the apostle
to the mating point on the graves of giants

We look at you, afraid
to see what we really are.

Dark Tranquillity - Scythe, Rage and Roses

Fast fading roses

Non-lingering words

Scythe be my instrument

Through dreams I now rage

No guidance is me offered

No forgiveness thee is promised

Now van distance be a factor

when engraved in me thou art?

Nourished by the soul my flame

shall serve to torch the earth

Denial serves me

That fire cannot burn

with flames of no origin

That star cannot bring guidance

without force or form

One is darkness

The other silence

Without silence the darkness

looses its splendour

Sweet bliss that sleep now giveth

tempt with forgetful night

Ever haunting that image within

swear to the answers denied