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Where have you buried your best days? Have you lived or not? Your fantastic world will grow pale, your dreams will fade and die and will fall like the yellow leaves from the trees.

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This derelict path Through drizzling snow The path to wisdom edged with thorns Now, I have no ardour left within me It was turned into tears For the world to see For one more winter Hold it together! You gave me wings I gave you Death And took your sins From your dying breath I cannot save you From this world I wrap my arms around you As darkness stir If you perceive me, you perceive yourself It is through my eyes that you see me And see yourself For if you approach me It is because I have approached you

I gave you wings,You gave me death I gave you life, And you were blessed I gave you wings, You gave your love The kingdom within, I'll let you in I was left here alone To be the tortured sun Doomβ€”riven Deprived of her song Long ago On this derelict path Through cosmic night I am the servant on the fields of sorrow Now, I have no strength left within me It was turned into tears For the Heavens to see Hold it together For one more winter I gave you wings, Tears down my chest My arms around you, Now you can rest I gave you wings, A way to learn So you can find me When you return #Gothic_Doom_Metal πŸ–€

He hung on the windswept world tree Whose roots no one knows For nine whole days he hung there pierced By Gugnir, his spear Swimming in pain he peered into the depths And cried out in agony Reaching out he grasped the runes Before falling back from the abyss He gave himself unto himself In a world of searing pain So that we all may live our lives By the wisdom that he gained #Melodic_Death_Metal #Viking_Metal πŸ–€

- HΓ‘vamΓ‘l - The Speech of Odin The Lord of Hanged [138] I know that I hung on a wind-battered tree nine long nights, pierced
- HΓ‘vamΓ‘l - The Speech of Odin The Lord of Hanged [138] I know that I hung on a wind-battered tree nine long nights, pierced by a spear and given to Odin, myself to myself, on that tree whose roots grow in a place no one has ever seen. [139] No one gave me food, no one gave me drink. At the end I peered down, I took the runesβ€” screaming, I took themβ€” and then I fell. [140] I learned nine spells from the famous son of Bolthorn, the father of Bestla, and I won a drink of that precious mead, poured from Othrerir. [141] My imagination expanded, I became wise, I grew, and I thrived. One word chased another word flowing from my mouth, one deed chased another deed flowing from my hands. - The Poetic Edda [1200 A.D]

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Awaken from the grave Body's stiff and cold Scratch the coffins door Tear the rotted wood Dead beneath theβ€…ground Dementedβ€…voices call Breaking throughβ€…the dirt Forever roam the earth...

Lorna Shore at Tuska Festival 2025 - Helsinki - Finland #LiveπŸ–€

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Awaken from the grave Body's stiff and cold Scratch the coffins door Tear the rotted wood Dead beneath theβ€…ground Dementedβ€…voices call Breaking throughβ€…the dirt Forever roam the earth...

Lorna Shore at Tuska festival 2025, Helsinki-Finland #LiveπŸ–€

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I am the sound of falling In the rift between God and dust Now I'm in this prison forever Drifting the starless tide #Gothic_Doom_Metal πŸ–€

Lost in the folds inside the infinite dreamscape On the precipice of where worlds collide Remind me of the feeling lost in the distance Cleanse me of this soulless existence

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You canβ€…find me there wandering out of sight In a place somewhere between the black and white Where colors fade, desaturate and myopic gaze Turns into endless nightfall This world keeps taking pieces dissolve this tundra is all I know this world keeps taking pieces Alone I feel the void call to me It comes in waves turning like clockwork Confine me to this empty waste I can't escape coasting dissociated #Symphonic_Deathcore πŸ–€

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He stood there so many times Funerals get orgasm from my soul From the funeral, from the past, from the dark The cross, a necromancer's cross By night will strike me I die I've died… #Death / #Thrash / #Black_Metal πŸ–€

Nightwish - The Phantom Of The Opera #Live at Hartwall Arena in Helsinki, Finland πŸ–€

β€œThe lovely lady, Christabel, Whom her father loves so well, What makes her in the wood so late, A furlong from the castle gate? She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothΓ¨d knight; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that's far away.” By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came That voice which calls to me and speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind Sing once again with me, our strange duet My power over you grows stronger yet And though you turn from me to glance behind The Phantom of the Opera is there inside your mind Those who have seen your face draw back in fear I am the mask you wear, (it's me they hear…) (Your) my spirit and my (your) voice in one combined The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my (your) mind (Beware, the Phantom of the Opera) In all your fantasies, you always knew That man and mystery (were both in you) And in this labyrinth where night is blind The Phantom of the Opera is here (there) inside my (your) mind Sing, my Angel of Music (He's there the Phantom of the Opera) Sing for me πŸ–€

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For years thy sorrow I've mourned Harken my moonchild's cry Yearning for another night Mourning my once beloved Mezmerized and ravendark My pale enchantress of the night At last my candle's burning down The wintermoon is shining bleak for thee my enchantress Enchanting all my dreams a beauty and her flood of tears Nightfall embrace my heart Mezmerized and ravendark My pale enchantress of the night I desire thee

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Cathedrals, towers rising in my heart. A thunder roars deep and quiet, making love with the silent rain.

Kiss me now And free me. Bruise me with the depth Of your innermost passions. I can take it all Anti Will eagerly drink From your poison chalice, Dagger me with immoral, And boldly steal my That last peace of Humanity left,