Once I travelled 7 seas to find my love And once I sang 700 songs...
Once I crossed 7 rivers to find my love And once, for 7 years, I forgot my name Well, if I have to I will die 7 deaths just to lie In the arms of my eversleeping aim
I dreamt last night that he came to me He said: "My love, why do you cry?" For now it won't be long any more Until in my cold grave we will lie Until in my cold grave we will lie
- --| Kyros |-- wasn't missed at 12:21 AM
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Amusing
я έ н с genetic predisposition is not destiny. says (10:14 PM): i am confuzzled F.o.Y. : The loner who dreamt at the well, scopped for the moon, fooled by the illusion says (10:14 PM): of course you are.
and
я έ н с genetic predisposition is not destiny. says (10:16 PM): oh snow white я έ н с genetic predisposition is not destiny. says (10:16 PM): lovely snow white |Κύρος| they anger not for their non-speech, they anger for no one hears says (10:16 PM): yes my prince charming я έ н с genetic predisposition is not destiny. says (10:17 PM): IM THE DIRECTOR |Κύρος| they anger not for their non-speech, they anger for no one hears says (10:17 PM): of course you are.
- --| Kyros |-- wasn't missed at 10:16 PM
Monday, May 19, 2008
A Gothic Embrace
Lucifer: Oh angel o' my winter; grieveth for the pain o' sadness. A gothic embrace restores my love God took away... Ye romance o' forgotten times... in eras without the sun. An ocean o' tears I see... A nightfall o' dreams caresses me.
Deliah: Thou wert, thou art, thou shalt fore'er be... Ye nightshade o' thy sorrow, stretching out for it's romantic rose in twilights beauty. In love with ye thousands o' nights... but weeping in silence... in ebony... for melancholy forever!
Astaroth: Gothic moon ablazeth the eventide so sonorous, ye solemn of a lovelorn gard'n o' crimson souls. All true beauty is sad... but lost within the clenched hands of God.
Deliah: Hosanna de Profundis! Dethrone the tyrant Take his throne, take the throne!
Lucifer: I mourn that the night passes us by Let there be an eternal night, eternal night! I mourn that the night passes us by! Let there be an eternal night, eternal night!
- --| Kyros |-- wasn't missed at 11:51 PM
Thursday, May 01, 2008
MINDLESS BEASTS
- --| Kyros |-- wasn't missed at 9:24 AM
A Plague
A Curse! A Curse on the house of fools! On the mindless! The Weak! THE FOOLS
BE THEY FOREVER DAMNED
DAMNED DAMNED DAMNED DAMNED DAMNED DAMNED DAMNED
A CURSE ON THE HOUSE OF FOOLS!
some part wonders still why feel I such hurt such anger
speaks so - that such folly screams me back to a time a time of but ill, but damned-being of but hurt and of great anger
"be there any who would comprehend?"
and are those not words of an age past
my darling, he whomsobecalled "ang mao ler" is dead!
yet you still live.
for it is you that i am. and for that which i am i will be.
Felix Kyros Ang Mao Ler
Banished for 17 years now
Left the Shimmering Lights Behind
Dark Angel
Twelth, of Twelth
Suffering the curse of humanity
Lust for blood
deep.desires 1. Human Rejection
2. Time
3. Freedom
4. To Leave this Cursed Land
5. My Soul
6. My Sanity (I Got This Back)
7. Of Wisdom and Lightworks
heart.felt Lacuna Coil
Within Temptation
Evanescence
Nightwish
Elfen Lied
Epica
Death
Sorrow
Darkness
The Moon
Blood
last.words i still love you. i always have. i was banished from the light, to get caught in the middle. punished with insanity. death out of my grasp.
you never existed to care for me. you existed for me to care. and when i cried, nobody came. nobody alive. humanity is dead.
new humanity was recreated. and you punished me by making me part of it. i still cry. still nobody comes. nobody comes. nobody ever came.
and still i scream, torn apart in the battle in my own mind. the battle of two, the battle of three. nobody comes to help me, for i wish no human help.
what could humanity do but rip me further? locked in rotting flesh. destined to be punished. because of you. you who lies. you who never lived, and you who will never die.
over. ended.
all silent as the ticks of the halted hands.
i turn. i see.
the dances of grey havens, over the earth so cold
and sit, in the cries of a motherless child.
