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Ahaha sempre mio caro, sempre! XD
Inviato da: Natassja
il 19/05/2009 alle 15:33
 
VEDO CHE NON MOLLI.ANZI PEGGIORI :) UN SALUTO CLICCA
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il 07/05/2009 alle 20:25
 
Ti aggiungo per la comune passione\apprezzamento per il...
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il 16/12/2008 alle 23:42
 
meraviglioso grazie per aver scritto,quello,che realmente e...
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il 27/11/2008 alle 22:07
 
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BURIAL OF THE DEAD

 


APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers...
T.S. Eliot


 

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Violence & Hate

Post n°193 pubblicato il 03 Giugno 2008 da Natassja



Epidemic of Hate

Don't fucking turn away, cause I think we've got a problem here.
You gotta stay off my back, I can't take another day in this prison.
Locked inside of here, imprisoned in flesh for mental light-years.
Pushing all my buttons now, you're just another cold, worthless victim.
There's no time, don't hold me down. You crossed the line, now you're fucked.
Life's a heavy price to pay, but when you're dead, there's no complaining.

I think of how you deceived, and I get my blood on fire.
The last one to believe, I never thought of execution.

But there's nothing left for me me, and I think you're,
you're asking for a beat-down. Take the fucker's life!
He had to pay the price, the greed went to his head.
I've lost my faith in man, there's no regrets with me.

At last my mind can be... free of the pressure, the lies, and deception.
It's the shit that they feed me everyday,
just looking back on the days of my life.
I can find another reason, to make you fucking burn at the stake.

I can't wait another day, cause the tide's turning back on you bullshit
You are wasting my time and respect with your lies.
Destroyer of faith, cashed out, falling down.
Years of deception in chains of oppression.

The knots of the system tied tight around me.
The growing confusion and absence of reason,
Is fuel on the fire that burns my anger,
driving me forward in psychotic compulsion.

Hate is erupting, I can't control it.
Social dimensions collapsing, corroded.
The net is wide open, we all are left for dead.


Che concerto cazzo!!!!
Peccato per le poserone tedesche sbronze e stronze.
Tanto lllove alla mia Ammora (:D :***) e grazie anche al signor Hector/amico Fritz per l'ospitalità (e la birra!) XD

 
 
 

The Bitter Taste of Emotional Void

Post n°192 pubblicato il 24 Maggio 2008 da Natassja

We are the ones of no hope
We are the ones without God
No more reason to play as you lose every day

No way to erase the past as now is already the future
Another dose will kill that before dawn that’s for sure
Another tomb will be closed on my dead remorse
Another bitter anesthesia will drown my emotions
Oh Satan... would you give me the force to end
Oh Satan... to end with life now

An useless way follows my steps
Where’s the reason to move when everything collapse

We are the ones of no hope
We are the ones without God
No more reason to play as you lose every day

I don’t search any way out to escape this boring downfall
The old world is dying with me, I’m the end of a time

Each lie that tears my soul is what you call a light of hope
Each time God shows his face I’ll kill myself with dope
Everything left behind me’s gone through waves of bitterness
Another day is ending drowning myself in the pit
Oh Satan... would you give me the force to end
Oh Satan... to end with life now

The grey world falls in ruins without emotion
A civilization extinction I don’t feel anything
Vultures haunt the concrete and the iron turned to rust
The age of ashes comes forth
The old world’s era has been and will never be again
Any life dies as the fields burn
None will remember what we have been
The time of chaos is on

The grey world falls in ruins without emotion
A civilization extinction I don’t feel anything
Vultures haunt the concrete and the iron turned to rust
The age of ashes comes forth
The old world’s era has been and will never be again
Any life dies as the fields burn
None will remember what we have been
The time of chaos is on



 
 
 

Fucking Deadly Intolerance

Post n°190 pubblicato il 21 Maggio 2008 da Natassja

Kingdom Of Poisoned Fruits - Grand Belial's Key

Mice sip the clitoral discharge
That drips in red from her stagnant slit
On a silver tray she lays sodomized
Her weeping face symbolizes mankind

Norns take part in the espionage
Some tell of the fruitful kingdoms
Encircled by fantastic homages
To devoted slaves of faith

They have fallen from far above
Unmasked to plunge into eternity

A pond is filled with miraculous wines
Deformed valkyries float about the prairie

They have fallen from far above
Unmasked to plunge into eternity
Kingdom of Poisoned Fruits

The scaffold stands tall in the town
Bystanders faint in total disgust
A demonic mass to follow
The vivid decollation of God

Kingdom of Poisoned Fruits


Quanto amo questo gruppo...peccato che il cantante sia morto e si siano sciolti. -.-
Dall'ultimo album prodotto: "Kosherat" del 2005.
Black metal solo per i più intolleranti e per chi non ha orecchie delicate.
Non ho tanta voglia di parlare oggi, spargo odio e me ne vado.


 
 
 

Chaos Chorus

Post n°188 pubblicato il 19 Maggio 2008 da Natassja


Summons Of Irreligious - Krisiun


Close your eyes, beg for the light
that never be allowed to you
it doesn't belong to your God anymore
it crosses my path now you're mine
I'm the master of the whole evil

I'll emanate suffering for your life
your glory had a price
all those who come to me
they'll have to pay it

Eternal defecation
putrefication before death
try the autopsy while you live
your blood stinks like rotten flesh
you had your chance nad lost it

Band brutal-death dal brasile, attivi dal '92, pezzo dall'EP "Unmerciful Order" del '94.
In una parola?devastanti...
In due? MERAVIGLIOSAMENTE devastanti :D


 
 
 

The Purple Titan

Post n°186 pubblicato il 18 Maggio 2008 da Natassja

Unforgiving call, perceived
from the ebony hall...
She's lying quietly on falling
Leaves
whose ivory voices are breaking
the wall of
Sanity.


Delight is fading
in the painful twilight of my
Conscience,
while I'm feeding
dead creatures of Sorrow with
the pleasure of her defeated
Rage.

Stars are moving through the
deep Abyss of her plagued
Flesh,
engraving new bleeding Tears
in her shining
Innocence.

Greedy Legions are marching
towards her Lechery, while
seductive tentacles of
Wrath
are erasing my last vestiges of
Humanity.

Barbed wire and Oneiric Matter,
her Eyes closed and
her Brain drilled
by the implacables Wasps of
Truth.

A.E. 17.05.2008


 
 
 
 
 

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Un blog di: Natassja
Data di creazione: 16/06/2006
 

...DOOMED MADNESS...


The night is cold

and the sky is without light
only a darkned moon
will be the witness in this night

First hymnes are heard
the invocation starts
with love they call
lord's presence is the harvest

The sacrifice is done
a innocent virgin is dead
bodies start to fuck
total orgasm is consumed

The dead virgin
now is fucked
sodomy in this night
necromancy is complete

Pleasure and delight
satanic lust


 

NOCTURNAL BLASPHEMIES



Lustful bitch from damnation, Hell wicked slut
Death bloody orgy
thousand virgins cry ecstacy and pain
Forcing the pure to eternal perversion
live in sin and evil Witch of the flame
cast a blackened spell of serpent of all Hell
Deceitful wench of darkness
Countess of lust Sadistic whore
Goddess of perversity
By black light of the moon
holy fetus is ripped from breeding womb
As the blood runs oh, on the pentagram of hate
she takes her soul
Raping the horns of the master of torment her loins they burn
A scream of all pleasures
from thrusting of evil spreads her lips wide
Deceitful wench of darkness Countess of lust Sadistic whore
Goddess of perversity
Pure hate from her veins flows down her thighs
come ride the slut
Form circle of damned cut deep the knife ritual of pain
Cult witches dance as the virgins slayed in fire
Goddess of perversity performs the rites of sodomy in Hell

 

PROVERBS OF HELL


In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
The cut worm forgives the plow.
Dip him in the river who loves water.
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap.
Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth.
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
A dead body revenges not injuries.
The most sublime act is to set another before you.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
Folly is the cloke of knavery.
Shame is Prides cloke...
W. Blake


 

DROPS OF MELANCHOLY

...Everything Here Is So Cold
Everything Here Is So Dark
I Remember It As From A Dream
In The Corner Of This Time...

It's night again
Night you beautiful
I please my hunger
On living humans
Night of hunger
Follow it's call
Follow the freezing moon...


immagine

...Darkness Is Growing, Eternity Opens
The Cemetary Lights Up Again
As In Ancient Times
Fallen Souls Die Behind My Steps
By Following The Freezing Moon...

 

 
 

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