𝔐𝔶 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔇𝔞𝔶𝔰
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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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پستهای کانال
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
| 2 | 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
Doom—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 🖤 | 152 |
| 3 | 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 🖤 | 108 |
| 4 | ![- Hávamál - The Speech of Odin The Lord of Hanged [138] I know that I hung on a wind-battered tree nine long nights, pierced](data:image/jpeg;base64,/9j/4AAQSkZJRgABAQAAAQABAAD/2wBDACgcHiMeGSgjISMtKygwPGRBPDc3PHtYXUlkkYCZlo+AjIqgtObDoKrarYqMyP/L2u71////m8H////6/+b9//j/2wBDASstLTw1PHZBQXb4pYyl+Pj4+Pj4+Pj4+Pj4+Pj4+Pj4+Pj4+Pj4+Pj4+Pj4+Pj4+Pj4+Pj4+Pj4+Pj4+Pj4+Pj/wAARCAAoACEDASIAAhEBAxEB/8QAHwAAAQUBAQEBAQEAAAAAAAAAAAECAwQFBgcICQoL/8QAtRAAAgEDAwIEAwUFBAQAAAF9AQIDAAQRBRIhMUEGE1FhByJxFDKBkaEII0KxwRVS0fAkM2JyggkKFhcYGRolJicoKSo0NTY3ODk6Q0RFRkdISUpTVFVWV1hZWmNkZWZnaGlqc3R1dnd4eXqDhIWGh4iJipKTlJWWl5iZmqKjpKWmp6ipqrKztLW2t7i5usLDxMXGx8jJytLT1NXW19jZ2uHi4+Tl5ufo6erx8vP09fb3+Pn6/8QAHwEAAwEBAQEBAQEBAQAAAAAAAAECAwQFBgcICQoL/8QAtREAAgECBAQDBAcFBAQAAQJ3AAECAxEEBSExBhJBUQdhcRMiMoEIFEKRobHBCSMzUvAVYnLRChYkNOEl8RcYGRomJygpKjU2Nzg5OkNERUZHSElKU1RVVldYWVpjZGVmZ2hpanN0dXZ3eHl6goOEhYaHiImKkpOUlZaXmJmaoqOkpaanqKmqsrO0tba3uLm6wsPExcbHyMnK0tPU1dbX2Nna4uPk5ebn6Onq8vP09fb3+Pn6/9oADAMBAAIRAxEAPwBkiBoAcZIGagjxIQqpljwOe9Wl5jH0qpagi7RAcHJ5oARg0bEHII4IpEG8/wCyKW5O25kXduI5zT4xiMH1GaAHbV/uj8qKXNFAE8f3F+lUl/dymfj5HAx69auofkB9qz3cMJRj7zBgc9P85oAAPMEkrEZ3YPvnNWSOFx/dFVA2IimByck59v8A69XGPyp/uigCOil5ooAnCh4gpzgjtVKGJHuQpHyk4xRRQAxkAAK9MH+dWzykf+4KKKBsSiiigR//2Q==){kind=small} - Hávamál -
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 runes— screaming, I took them— 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] | 114 |
| 5 | +2 Awaken from the grave
Body's stiff and cold
Scratch the coffins door
Tear the rotted wood
Dead beneath the ground
Demented voices call
Breaking through the dirt
Forever roam the earth... | 167 |
| 6 |  Lorna Shore at Tuska Festival 2025 - Helsinki - Finland #Live🖤 | 117 |
| 7 | +2 Awaken from the grave
Body's stiff and cold
Scratch the coffins door
Tear the rotted wood
Dead beneath the ground
Demented voices call
Breaking through the dirt
Forever roam the earth... | 7 |
| 8 |  Lorna Shore at Tuska festival 2025, Helsinki-Finland #Live🖤 | 7 |
| 9 | +1 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 🖤 | 117 |
| 10 | 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 | 111 |
| 11 | +2 You can 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 🖤 | 113 |
| 12 | +2 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 🖤 | 126 |
| 13 |  +1In Memory of Pelle Ohlin (8-4-1991) 🖤 | 113 |
| 14 | +2 #Symphonic / #Melodic_Black_Metal 🖤 | 113 |
| 15 |  Nightwish - The Phantom Of The Opera #Live at Hartwall Arena in Helsinki, Finland 🖤 | 100 |
| 16 | “The 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 betrothèd knight;
And she in the midnight wood will pray
For the weal of her lover that's far away.”
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge | 147 |
| 17 | +2 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 🖤 | 129 |
| 18 | +4 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 | 128 |
| 19 | +3 Cathedrals, towers rising in my heart.
A thunder roars deep and quiet,
making love with the silent rain. | 185 |
| 20 | 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, | 166 |
