Mother do you think they’ll drop the bomb
Posted in photoshop sickness on iulie 1, 2011 by anarkeosruin
Posted in melodii infipte-n creier on martie 22, 2011 by anarkeosexistă şi în colţul ăsta mai disperat al metalului numit doom melodii care merită toată aprecierea. chilienii ăştia chiar ştiu să facă muzică:
Father, betrayer
Nameless, insidious
Mourner, destroyer
Patriarch of worms and rats
Mother, abortionist
Devoted, perverted
Sacred, hypocrite
Holy impious whore
When the time has come
I will summon you
Raise the precious crown
Every single chant
Every single prayer
Seven thousand tongues
On a grave-like throne
Ghosts and parasites
Point at me with cold dead eyes
My tongue a sword
My hands your tomb
I am damnation
I am ruin.
rugăciune
Posted in crestinism si alte boli on martie 21, 2011 by anarkeossufletul meu e o ruină vie lăsată în urmă de cutremurul binecuvîntării tale. fiecare zi e ca un cadavru din care ciugulesc corbii nimicului.
m-am contaminat cu ideologia ta radioactivă.
acum, resemnat şi indiferent, de pe culmile cele mai înalte ale neputinţei, aştept tsunami-ul tău ceresc să mă arunce înapoi în abisul din care am fost avortat.
angst and oblivion
Posted in melodii infipte-n creier on februarie 19, 2011 by anarkeosbrutal şi extrem la dimensiuni epice într-unul dintre cele mai remarcabile albume ale anului trecut: angst
In the Café of lost dreams
The night has no eyes
My fever has no heat
And the shadows cure my hate
A theatre of visions plays in my head
Malarial consciousness now remedied
Old grayface, play a song for me
A dissonant tune, a weird lilt
Damp neonlight fills the streets
I search for an anchor
Between monolithic towers of empty life
Pour me a glass of amnesia
Bleak your teeth of pure stone
Sway your arms of concrete flesh
Search with eyes of thousand souls
Your piped veins in turmoil
Bleak your teeth of pure stone
Sway your arms of concrete flesh
Search with eyes of thousand souls
Your piped veins in turmoil
Rest your soul a little while
In the café of lost dreams
An unspoken agony cooled down
The old devourer bereaved a little
Greenlight flows all riverlike
A duke plays a jazzy tune
Glass-interspersed walls light up again
As clouds unveil the moonlit path
On which we all will walk one day
cancerul
Posted in melodii infipte-n creier on februarie 18, 2011 by anarkeoscredinţa e un cancer de care nu te poţi vindeca niciodată în totalitate. chiar dacă toate celulele bolnave au fost îndepărtate, vei sta mereu cu teama reapariţiei bolii. după ani de zile de chimioterapie existenţialistă vei constata că dumnezeu nu era decît un placebo pentru cancerul disperării din fiecare om.
The truth became so clear to you, and so your faith has died
Now see what waits for you on the other side
A morbid sea of deepest black, a distant ever burning flame
With nowhere else to turn, we wander alone… forever alone
Forsaken by the God you loved, and now your love has died
No miracle will shine its light on you
So easily directed, your thoughts remain your only guide
Know you will see no truth beneath this cloak of lies
A distant ever piercing cry… so far away
Blinded by aspirations of a higher state
Wasting your life just searching for a periphery
Hold on to the thought, that it was just,
And pray for life to continue
We’ll fall beyond safeties grasp
To re-emerge lifeless
Trying to break from the clutches of our death
A morbid sea of deepest black, a distant ever burning flame
A distant ever piercing cry, so far away…
îngeri căzuţi
Posted in melodii infipte-n creier on februarie 17, 2011 by anarkeosam vrut să te ating cu mîna-mi plină de mizeria întregii lumi… ai apărut ca un gînd fix ţintuit într-o amintire a traumelor macabre ce îmi stăpîneşte sufletul.
am vrut să te simt aproape de fiecare coşmar ce-mi bîntuie nopţile… ai dispărut ca o ceaţă perfidă ce lasă în urma ei un oraş în ruine.
am vrut să te visez prin fiecare celulă a cadavrului meu viu, să-ţi aud şoapta hîdă răsunînd de pe piscurile tuturor ideilor mele inutile, să mă contopesc într-o unire cathartică cu universul ce te-a avortat.
Loving mother
He has come
To take your son
Listen
How he strides the earth
When only animals are awake
When the shattering of ideals begin
God of ruin
Will come to you
Fallen
From the faded sky
Nephilim comes through foul air
And when morals will decline
God of ruin
Will come to you
iluzii cosmice
Posted in melodii infipte-n creier on februarie 13, 2011 by anarkeosde cele mai multe ori ne agăţăm de univers ca de un ecran infinit pe care să ne putem proiecta amăgirile.
Flashing holograms of artificial life
In the darkest corners of the very mind
Away this chemical institution of oblivion
Discarded memories veiled in confusion
Pictures in my head like fiction
Blending through the night-veiled kingdoms…
Gruesome revelations
Dust devils and cosmic storms spinning around my head
My particles accelerating, angels dust to burning winds of red
Face twisting and quantum erasing
Time particles accelerating
Pixelated spiral ways to Sirius
This is the ultimate versus terminus
Born of memory-projecting termination device
Supercharger if the planetary demise
Sweet and genocide dreams I see of a mankind
Like the cleansing rain…
Wash away to reign
The storm is breaking to change everything
The storm is invading… Erasing… Re-breeding
Dust devils and cosmic storms
Rapid eye movement deciphering the secret windows
Spark the endless leaps to unknown
Non-gravitational motion through the hidden kingdoms
Universe beyond expanding black holes
Like a perfect chaos of macrocosmic scales
Astronomical body’s hidden gateways
Blazing like a vortex, across the brain
In layers of the cortex, peel off the pain
