This was written for Dylan Seymour. A chaque feuille qui tombe de cet arbre Mon cœur se dépérit Et le vent qui souffle dans cet branches Nous mènent à l’automne — To every leaf that falls from this tree My heart withers And the wind that blows through the branches Brings us to autumn
This was written for Dylan Seymour. Les étoiles brillent dans ce ciel d’été Comme la lune au coucher du soleil La chaleur de l’angoisse monte Et les lucioles sont libérées Le lac qui est si tentant Sous cette lueur d’horizon Mais sache que l’on ne puisse voir Plus loin que son ombre Les arbres ou …
This was written for Dylan Seymour. Les éclaires d’une nuit sombre Font mes cicatrices remuer Ma vision de lamentation Et des cries de peur Les sons lourds de la tempête N’aillant que peu de chagrin Rien ne peu faire plus mal Qu’une larme dans les poumons À moins la beauté du cœur Et rien dans …
Princess of the night I will take your life The lord of lust has chosen thee As the queen of darkness You shall obey the rules of the moon And rest as the brightness demands Your soul is in my hands And you shall do to my commands Death a waits for you From bloody …
The was Tom Nunziata and myself’s second show, after our first one on March 17th 2006 on Rutgers University radio WRSU 88.7 FM. To be honest I don’t remember so much about it, other than it was an hour short, from twelve to two PM. The setlist was as so: Sad Legend – Sigh on the …
La guerre a commencé Il est temps d’aller chasser, le sanglier est frai Et les romains sont proche Les druides vont prier Lucifer nous donnera le pouvoir Nous serons maitre de nos champs L’armé est proche Nous devons boire la potion magique Et nous supporterons nos armes Sou nos pieds les pierres froides crack Les …
This was written for Dylan Seymour. And to the eyes, they cannot close to be So! Perfect it is in the fact then none but Gorgeous beauty could be obtain Through the heart of a sapphire Love only can feel this way To have of the highest flight Never to once look down upon it …
This was written for Dylan Seymour. The beauty of a princess No one can have but thee No one can own, and no one can approach The destiny of life is lust for nihilism The sickness of love The pain of frustration The obsession of sadness And the eternal sufferance The countess of eternal pity …
This was written for Dylan Seymour. The souls of life have not yet seen the beauty of life They walk to the gates of eternal sorrow Even my faith cannot compel the sadness of this world Life is nothing but a pity to those who cannot see The moon, the infinite sky, and the owls …
Voices inside my head Utter me to deep darkness Shocks and beatings from the master Bring back harsh memories The screaming from pleasure The joys of pain The ambition for more This laugh I cannot take Her voice of beauty I cannot resist Another night of agony She will make me beast The cold chills …
This was written for Dylan Seymour. A vos pitié Laisser-moi aller La fourmi c’est faite écrasé Les paysages des sages ne sont plus là L’hiver gris nous a recouvère Il ne fait plus si chaud Les animaux on leur camouflage blanc Et tu as le tien Si je ne te trouve pas, lui va te …