Spirits and August Light

"To get out of smell of mould, To get back on your feet again Let every god have his day" And again the leather is black as I lie on fragments of glass More broke than ever, No more ti amo Trying not to hate the guts we all have 'Cause I got the guts and I feel the guilt Now we still hate it when we play the part of the Greek Vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen And who swore not to let it out in here Just to see the boots rot away in one's feet So better ring the bell of whoredom if it wants to ring, Or just forget all perverse offerings The writhing stays the same Even if you got the guts and you feel the guilt Now we still hate it when we play the part of the Greek Vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen Minne sattuu ihmiseen Vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Free enough to see what's going on in there A man has naught if not himself, Not an island Just the son of a gun I'm sure you knew I ate it up to spit it out In blinded mute ground, Gasping for words Buried Yes you saw the lust for vengeance I've had my fill The share of losing I've had my fill The share of losing The years in these worlds, More than I could feel Anywhere To get it crystallized at last And when they all speak at the same time They make me wonder what on earth in hell it was And was it wise to seek release in and through ex stasis Did I face it all, Standing With the 'love, laugh, cry' To say the things I truly feel I've had my fill The share of losing

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

I'm sick of all these scars The worst of me could feel its whole grace "The spring of that year came back and we have met again, And your scent is still the same"

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

I put my boots back on, Brought them down from the attic And they're so nice and broken, With words unspoken To this city inside aflame Here I am, Like a crooked little lamb So breathless The world is trying to stop (me) and the night is still And it's still "if you only knew…" Like an hour of doom, With broken bottles on the streets And Amor gone crazy So crazy, As we feel afire It’s the summer of love and I feel afire Just forgive me the bad weather There's no love without faith and thine is dead, No love except with Fati and thine is dead So would you let me be, Let me be the bastard Waleis that I was meant to be Tonight

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Throw your wishes at a stone, Whenever feeling it What has an endless sight It never cared for us Will the midnight sun ever be that black again Take off more masquerades, Longing to be touched To be released in a way or another Try harder and everything will be blending, Then tear it down The wine's out of your cup Don't cure a wound, No baby, That doesn't help at all Throw your wishes at a stone, Whenever feeling it What has an endless sight It never cared for us The wine's out of your cup Don't cure a wound, No baby, That doesn't help at all "There's too many party people, The tough guys are even worse" Oh if it's grey one should get lost, And you should know you spell it wrong Let's bleed for the years that passed away with seasonal affective disorder Even in Midsummer

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

How many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man And if it isn't good I understand With different rights The days to settle down, To hear what's going low There's a bitter old ghost And a side trail every morning How many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man And when it comes to this Easily for those with beer, Honey Waiting The days to settle down, To hear what's going low And it's in the wind The spirit blowing the answer To an asshole's face Not to swear for nothing, In synchronicity that's even still perfect There's a bitter old ghost and a side trail every morning

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Yes, I can't deny the worn-out and truthful If it's picturesque Though it’s just a saying… Not useful Resolve that great chain of aging and fierce hours So soon it becomes annoying to us Yes between her thighs it was nothing I don't know if she even lives but you... And I never was in need of touch Unless it would come through my heart's shape Not like they who say it in today's fashion Now you know what's going on with me Trying to steal the light And in the evenings a slight chill in the air I'm still here breathing Feeling so much better than I was last year With a curtain of smoke And in the evenings a slight chill in the air The welkin not on my mind, Nor anything it covers

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

For the one my window hides in its view To enlighten me if my love's real Or that faith What's more bitter than the late spring I forgot to live, Seated in one of their fucking trains Yes I forgot to live seated in one of those And when the world is left I don't need an inscription to remind for these things If it's washing away, Well, You know what Praying on one's knees Before Bring salvation for every soul I forgot to live, Seated in one of their fucking trains Yes i forgot to live seated in one of those When in search of clarity The way is lost in itself Gone into its own walker And every shadow has its bearer of shadow Every shadow has its bearer of shadow A son with the thought of not standing his demise Still afraid of getting a lethal dis-ease And the clauses they were, They were all without reins Though… Didn't want to lose, Didn't want to lose my heart Somewhere in the mists of my blurred daily consciousness The thought of not standing a dis-ease

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

The world's broken when I'm not here, And if we take it to its limits… Maybe no beauty left Seeing things that aren't ours For truth and delusion, Any kind of a difference But on that night it felt like home With a small amount of love and that cliche Classy pale white face What her sad eyes brought me "And I want to be, I want To be where the sun is shining I want to have you there beside me And take me back to where the magic is ‘Cause this fucking head it's hurting" Searching for bliss from between the lines, And if I'm given the chance… Moving in this world with good luck in the veins ‘Cause so far, Yeah So far I've suffered too But no more dog-like martyrs to be With these heads to shine hurt and curse And no, I could not sleep at night When its throes held me high "And I want to be, I want To be where the sun is shining I want to have you there beside me And take me back to where the magic is 'Cause this fucking head it's hurting"

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025