Blacken the Angel

Tristetea Vehementa (Part 1) Viata Dormiteaza Germinind Si-O Simt In Jur Universala Intr-o Nesfirsita Oboseala Si-n Absenta Ultimului Cind Iar Taina Aerului Otravit Intr-un Inceput De-nnoptare Alacelui Orizont Nemarginit Adoarme Fara Desteptare My ruined world 's denying the earthly time Drained of all emotions... Immortality: Now be mine! My ruined dreams - remains of tortured years Who will be left to wipe away my bitter tears? Words of sorrow... sail, travelling on cold winds Words of tranquility... fail, dancing on my wounded lips I'm dying mostly alone Within life's thin disguise And I can't tame the blood And the heart THEY have baptized The scars burn deeply into my soul My smile has lost it's brilliance My words become so trivial... Loosing all desire, Loosing all, but pride. Cu vehementa miniei tristetea Difuza se strecoara Printre-ncheieturi Ca un ghimpe de-otrava al florii vietii vestejite "Moartea succede vietii, viata succede la moarte Alt sens u-are lumea asta, n-are akt slop si-alta soarta!" ...Caci demult, aici, la marginea vietii Sub lumina siderala, nu mai traiesc in timp... Iar calendarul a reintrat in forma lui astrala "Te vad, Te aud, te cuget, Tinara si dulce veste, dintr-un cer cu-alte stele cu alte vise si alti zei" ...Pe drumuri delirind, pe-o vreme de toamna Ma urmareste-un Gind, Ce ma-ndeamna: "Dispari cit mai curind!" ...Caci visu-mi nu-i un dis pamintesc My ruined world's grasping for a mystic thought Though the soul's already tired of search My ruined dreams - Out of reach And the hopeless soul keeps on waiting, for whom? But who's to know?

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 22, 2025

Stindardul Blasfemiei Trei cruci de lemn, trei cruci enorme de lemn Vopsite cu trei culori, pazesc pe marginea soselei Fintina celor... crediciosi! Trei cruci pe marginea soselei cu gesturi largi de miini bolnave Opresc din drum pe calatori si parca-s trei spinzuratori De care atirna trei crisosi... Intr-o zi impinsi de-acelasi funerar indemn Ca dou-armate puse una-n fata alteia Cumintii se-ntilnira cu nebunii Copiii mortilor de miine se-ntilnira cu parintii... "Si-armatele-ncepura lupta la umbra crucilor de lemn Deoparte flutura stindardul credintei... alb... curat..." ...ca albul cel curat, al florilor de nufar Iar tricolorul nebuniei, inchis cu grija-n cite-in cufar De craniu omenesc... Sta gata sa se desfasoare la cea dintii ingenuncheare A albului domnesc... Insa-n ziu-aceea cerul innegrit de fum parea Un tavan de catedrala ce se naruia "Iar fumul din clopotnitele-aprinse deschidea-n albastrul:" Drumul altui fum, mai greu, mai negru si-albastrul se-nnegrea... Si-n ziu-aceea cerul innegrit de fum parea Un tavan de catedrala ce se naruia Si multimea-nspaimintata, spre clopotnitele-aprinse Se-ndrumeaza grupuri, grupuri, cei cuminti privesc plingind Pling ca resturile unei armate-nvinse, iar nebunul sta deoparte Si zimbeste ... fredonind: BLASFEMIE !!! "Iar tricolorul nebuniei adapostea pe-nvingatori!!!" English translate: Banner Of Blasphemy Three wooden crosses Three huge crosses of wood Painted with three colors On the margin of the road Guarding the fountain of the believers Three crosses On the margin of the road With gestures made by morbid hands They hinder wanderers whilst passing Like three gallows on holy lands Where three christians are hanging... Inclined by a funeral stir On a fatal sky, so blur Like two armies enticed to war The mad have fallen upon the brave The children of 'morrows dead Their parents had met In the shade of the wooden crosses The armies began their battle Aside... the banner of creedance flattered White and clean Like the cleanest white men have seen And the blasphemic flag of madness Safely embedded in each human skull Was ready to unfold at the first Subjugation of the royal white On the same day, blackened by fumes The heavens seem to be the ceiling Of a collapsing cathedral, bleeding And the fumes of the burning steeples Opened in the celestial blue The way of another fume Blacker, heavier, and the blue Has become black, too So the horrified people Hasten to the burning steeples The brave behold whilst crying Like the remnants of a defeated army And the madmen stay aside Grinning and humming: Blasphemy And the tricolor of madness was sheltering The conquerors!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 22, 2025

Near Dark (...Und Der Tod Wird Vor Neid Erblassen) [Part One] This is a world blessed by the victims Of carnal tragedy The humans ritual of love and adoration Dense-woven history Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've bled Bizarre she defined her presence With the lament of the undead When her eyes have bathed in danger And the moon had new design In the cradle of our desire all the blood has turned to wine But the love no longer remained than just a stir to survive In this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to recover I'll forever strive... [Part Two] Dem Sterbenden - die Hoffnung Dem Propheten - Der Fluch Der Liebe - die Dichtung, die dem Sterben entsprung... The night is crystal clear - words are sent from pictures Sounds that I can't hear - as weakness wins my body Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding heart Eclipsing the whole - planet, history and light... [Part Three] Sometimes, when the sun hides in the back of the earth When the hungry souls, to whom pain gave birth Embalm their coldness with the blood's warmth... then I can clearly hear the calling of a lonely and distant star In the shade of the abhorrent Yet in the still of the nights - In the still of the moment When the moment dies There she gently approaches With the new meaning of life... In a haze of hazard, in the withering chill Baleful's the passion, when hearts stand still A flood of sentiments entwined Rattle thru my falling soul I slumber against the spirit of time Like a stranger in a foreign world! In a park, along the alleys, stained with blood and tears In the hour, when dusk disperses Its colors on the white statues Then I'll wander as a phantom of the posthumous regrets And my fiery lips I'll freeze With the kiss of these unrivalled statues "Si-n asta noapte sfirsese printr-un sarut Poeme - agonizate de-un infinit si-un inceput" [Part Four] "The all-engulfing dawn of habitude shows his claws again- Do you still remember our oath? - Til light do us part!?" Come forth, Feline Mere moment of melancholy Drink deep of my desire The quenchless fire That unites our tameless embers... Come forth, Feline Tortured by our final duet Let thy pale fingers slide on the petals of the flowers That thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood... On the walls, midnight closes even the stoical eyes Of the unsleeping portraits And the white-eye of a lonely candle falls asleep Into its own startling solitude... [Part Five] Silent heart desires The balm that drives away the human waste Oh come, infidel duchess Shrouds of frost fall furiously down... of thee I taste again Deciphering eternity of its ruined scripts Of the tenebrious river I pleasantly sip Upon lifeless leaves autumn has banished Arises my lovelorn aura's odyssey "Un ornic cu rostiri funebre, suna amiaza-ndirjit Iar ceru-mprastia tenebre, peste parcul amortit" ...Returned into that park as a whole Under the questioning eyes of stars and heavens Dreaming away on the lost love I've recovered Death suddenly rises Annoyed that he couldn't save me He turns pale from envy The seasons vanish and so does this story As the same poets hand raises the pen He pictured this spectacle with... The actors fade on the dreary alleys of that elder park Only two nightshades remaining - Celebrating the sunset of ages while their sullen laughter Lustfully haunts the mortal seeds of ruin... Nights were crystal clear - words were sent from pictures The colors have seared - these pages, whereas The darkest hour revealed - the mysterious hand Which dutifully sealed This episode's arcane End.

Ill Of An Imaginary Guilt I gave you light I seared off the oceans To show you my devotion I've lived your fright I wanna be the infamy I wanna wound your caprice I need to try your malice You should tame my misery I wanna lick your beauty I wanna scar your sweetened wounds To reap your rotten fruits Your loving gotta suit me Oh, let me be the one Who sets you free See how love unveils Her incomparable mystery I wanna feel your hungry skin I wanna be the sacrificed I'll make you the holy praised Whore... of my radiant sin I wanna see you sacrificed I wanna be the hungry skin To share with you the greatest sin My holy, capricious whore! I've been kissin' the filth My tongue's been bleedin' I've been stealing you a wing My dark, sinister angel Oh, let me touch your guilty soul Let me be your hungry skin Let me be your thrilling dream Let me rape your open wounds Oh, let me see your other face We belong to the same disgrace I was the dead you fettered ... you were the angel I raped...

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 22, 2025

Noaptea Nefiintei (Die Nacht Des Unwesens) Ach, Nacht, wie lieb du mir wärest Wenn die Sterne du auslöschen würdest Ihre Strahlen murmeln unbekannte Gesänge... Und ich wünsche mir alles Düstere und Stumme alles Entblößte und Verschwommene All das Finstere liebend - Meine Aura verängstigte Als ein blinder Gedanke knabberte An Raum und Zeit Oh Seele, wanderndes Gebein, meinen Frieden du erbittest Ich lege mich nieder, erfrischendes Dunkel Von schweren Todesträumen durchdrungen Und wickle mich in deinen Schleier Mit meinen Gedanken trotze ich allem, was Sie Gott nennen Ach, du Mörder der Kunst, du falsche Lebensweisheit Aus meinem atheistischen Glauben Wirst Du gewiß sie nimmer rauben Die entweihte Krone meiner wahren Unsterblichkeit Ach Nacht, wie lieb du mir wärest Wenn die Sterne du auslöschen würdest Der Tumult der Existenz... Fragwürdig, ungewöhnlich edel Dein Schatten murmelt unbekannte Gesänge Endlich, Nacht... steck deine schwarze Flagge In meinen stummen Schädel In deinem teuflischen Blick - ein düsteres Paradies Von tiefer, eingeschlafener Dunkelheit Oh göttliche Vorstellung, die ich oft pries Verstummter Jammer eines sanften Lächelns Meine Seele geht verloren Im nostalgischen Inferno Visionen des Todes - meiner Selbstverschwendung Die Nacht wacht uber die Ikone der Geburt im Chaos Ich wußte nichts von ihrer Existenz Nichts, bis sie mich anlächelte Ach Nacht, wie lieb du mir wärest Mit deinem milden Weinen Wenn Sterne die bittere Vergiftung auslöschen würden Welche dieses abstrakte Leben in mich hineinpumpt Wie der erste Schmerz. Jedoch trist und still Ist der Leichnam Der sich aus meinem Inneren davonschleicht Hinein In die Nacht des Unwesens

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 22, 2025

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Sfintit Cu Roua Suferintii Cînd lumea se preschimbã-ntr-o umedã-nchisoare În care-n van speranta, biet liliac se zbate Lovindu-se de ziduri, cu-aripi sovãttoare Si dînd mereu cu capu'-n tavanele surpate Deodatã, mînioase, prind clopote sã sarã Si catre cer urlã-ngrozitoare Lungi si nesfîrsite convoaie mortuare Încet si fãrã muzici prin suflet trec mereu... M-ati sfintit cu roua suferintii Si mi-ati pus venin în sînge Iar speranta-nvinsã plînge Ca sufletul meu Si muta-i gura-dulce a altor vremi Cind timpul creste-n urma mea Iar eu mã-ntunec! E-o orã grea si mare Aripile-mi negre în ceruri se-ntind Astfel lume amuteste la-ntunecãri solare Astfel mare amuteste vulcane cînd s-aprind... Cînd prin a vietii visuri ostiri de nori apar A mortii umbrã slaba cu coasa si topor Tãcetil cumtac în spaimã, crestinii din popor Cînd evul asfinteste si sumnezeii mor! Se mistuie-n moarte si durere Vãpaia care-n mine a stralucit Ciudata întristare ce creste ca sie marea Pe-un tãrm stincos, pustiu... Peste flãcãri, peste fumuri, pe cadavre descãrnate Pe cîmpii deserte, pe altare profanate Vino, s-asezi pe ele tronul tãu de oseminte Înalta-te în culinea fumegîndelor morminte! Cãci eu nu mã las înrobit de tine, Crestine!

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 22, 2025

When dusk is the most solemn When clouds do shine bright Melancholic them I sight And remain with a mournful eye Sadly staying, is it maybe My verse that weeps so mild Like a storm on oceans far A sign of a sooner death? With autumn approaching Could I be the leaf carried by winds And finally falling down Already being forgotten? When dusk breeds utmost When clouds do shine bright Melancholic them I sight My eyes bitterness host When dusk is the most solemn Oceans mirror in the moonlore Splenetic and lonely shore My heart sad anthems hosts

Alone with my shadows I've come To sing the twilight's hymn every time A new day dawns into a place most desirable Grateful disembodiment ...to pierce some holes into our horizon of perception which new imaginations could penetrate thru... Our dreams will shine like thunder On a senseless rainy day Wrapped in the dank breathing Of both nature and man The stars look all too near The senses lie so far But it's not the way we fear It's more the thing we are The stars look all too near The seasons, oh, so dark It's not the way we fear It's more the way we are Didn't pain prove life With its reasons all hallowed Didn't light prove darkness With its shadows eclipsed? ...und die Maschine der Welt kehrt zurück... Auspressend den Lebenssaft aus meinen Knochen Bin erneut Vergangenheit, ohne Herz, trist und kalt Die tote Zeit legt ihren kalten Körper auf meine feuchte Haut ...und wird zur Ewigkeit... Didn't pain prove life With its reasons all hallowed Didn't light prove darkness With its shadows eclipsed? Alone with my shadow I'm gone Still I hear the twilight's hymn every time Life continues its sculptures Like poetry without rhyme!

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 22, 2025

Ribbons / Requiem Random raining, ribbons of melancholy The moment dies right here, before me Grey horizons tarred to my days The curtain fell, still the solitary plays Dance with me, me dear The dance of those, who'll never return Bleeding traces left behind, for the living Hear life forging with death It's a gorgeous storm unfurling I've awaited for so long Now you taste like honey, dear, on my rigid tongue It's soothing as you delve Into my crescent agony Your lips of tragedy licking my requiem I am betrayed by your kiss... "Would you bleed for me again, For I adore its pounding On your fetid, lifeless shell, it becomes like satin No love existing, oh, my darling, see I am the architect of this bitter-sweet abstract" A key, a door, a vision, remnants of a dream Corridor of conclusions thru wide ribbons seen Like a statue starring with the same cold eyes Honey, kill me again, for know now what I am Lay down with me, my dear Listen to this requiem, You always loved to hear Through you knew the words You did sing them wrong

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 22, 2025