PiB

The night is so deep so short, the light disappear in the horizon an there is no more lies, no more fake words, I am alone as always, the music sound in my room, old songs that remind me who I am, one beer is my companion, the light fades as my sanity, every song is a sin, every sin is beautiful, the madness stays and the anthem start, as a battle hymn, the angles dance and the demons kills, a whisper for a distant world, dance of fate o just a joke of the gods, who use us as a chess. Just life, just pain, just my solitude, but that is life all and nothing. you can always win or lose.

Find a meaning, to find more questions, try to understand to find what is, everyday trying to find something new, the emotion to find, what is life without the question. For me is nothing. just emptiness. I will find the answer to find mor questions, to evolve or die in the process, I am not afraid the world sucks and is so beautiful like the winter sky and the autumn moon, One professor said me, the freedom leads to madness and looseness to the suicide.

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls go by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm,...

I wanna see it tainted, tainted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it tainted, tainted, tainted, tainted black
Yeah!

Hmm, hmm, hmm,...

"Paint it Black" - Rolling Stones

dance

This night is empty of stars, the remember of the moon blows my mind, to an ancient world, where the hope and forgive exist, just an illusion, just a dream who fades with the dance of the water at the rythm of Bach, thefalvor of the coffe and the heat in my throat, one book in my backpack, a notebook, my laptop and a pen they are the only thing I have now, my house is far away, my illusions are dead, but I am still alive, the water contitnue dancing, with the scent of a women (Por una cabeza) of Carlos Gardel, the people walks and the music continue.

I want to know the answer, I want to know the question, but nothing is easy, nothing is impossible if we find the facts that explain the problem, that is the hard part. Proof and make sure of the existance, even if it is not real.

The moon in the stars so big for us, so small to the universe, the humans are only particles in the sand of the desert, insignificant, inutiles, but we still want to to be like the stars, to be in the memory, to be free in all the sense.

So

Walking between humans and listening their voices, like whispers in the northern wind, their words are just that my brain explode with images of my past, my soul is screaming for vengeance, I am not fear of the dark becasue I am looking for a rainbow, maybe is just shade but for me the swwetwater is just a lake of tears, in my falling world, but I am broke in to pieces, with a guitar solo in my ears, the music fills me with pain and paision, but this is not the end of me, because I am a metal Machine, full of hate, the forgive is divine and the vengance is mine, I curse the love for you, Fall deeper and deeper, Don't forget what you have done, The words have been spoken may the gods be on my side, maybe not, I Believe in miracles because life is not one, then is a curse, the worst of them. But I born to walk against the wind, in the city who I used call home, where the winds blows all day and the night is always cold, now in my exile, I miss that more than anything, that winds that runs free, that runs wild.

Here where the sun shining and fill the city with light, here where I cannot sleep because my dreams become nightmares, nightmares that used to be dreams, the heat fills my brain, and the beer is the only answer. But I am ready to die, because Life is whatever you make it. Die to defend our principles, our belives, always will be my desire and that is my way, that is my life. Glory to the brave, and the worst of the pains to the the traitors, the honorless dead to them. even if I am the executor, After all I am not afraid of dying. It does not matter if there is a good or a lot of them, or if I have a room in hell, it will be the place I belong.

It offended no-one. No - it simply appears
to me to be discourteous to... to wear
the symbol of a deity long dead.
My ancestors tried to find it. And to open
the door that seperates us from our Creator.

But you need no doors to find God.
If you believe....

Believe?! If you believe you are...gullible.
Can you look around this world and believe
in the goodness of a god who rules it?
Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease and Death!
They rule this world.

There is also love and life and hope.

Very little hope I assure you. No. If a god
of love and life ever did exist...he is long
since dead. Someone...something rules in his
place.

"And When He Falleth"-Theatre Of Tragedy

Stand up

Stand up and fight!
Stand up and look into the light!
Pushing the clouds away,
Stand up and fight!
Stand up and see the sky turn bright!
Fight for a better day!

"Stand up and Fight" - Turisas

The music sounds as if the words were gone in the wind, chords and drums sounds like battle music, the sun is at its best, a smile is dissipated in the horizon. A memory awakens the thirst for blood, and an anion reminds you who you are, the wind from the north, it hits the body, words disappear, people go their way, I seek my own, no turning back, no I take a step back, my legs hurt from walking, my heart stops beating and not again I'm alone, far from home, away from what was my home, now just think of the fear and destruction, the fear of not being able to control myself, fear of not being able to stop. But my way is forward, not if the gods smile at me or spit on me. But I decided my way as there will always be shadows like light, but each person decides what is their way.

Everyone takes the war to land more in your favor, always looking tner advantage, but this is useless if one does not know himself, no matter how powerful you think you are, always your worst enemy will be yourself. But also to know more, you yourself you will be your best ally. Because you'll know who you are and you lack, You'll get your disadvantages and advantages will become your. Today I know that my pride and my eyes are a big disadvantage that I own, but also that my hearing has improved, losing part of visibility. is that trust is a defect that I have and I have been betrayed too many times, I believe those who tell my friends? I do not know and may never have the damn answer. But my friendship is a precious treasure, which should keep when you can, but when you get betray, you must kill the traitor, because he and his lineage are corrupt.

I will wash my hands with blood and fight until dawn.

V \rigtharrow CH

The time is close now, the end is near
My walk through the valley, trails of fear
I feel empty, my penance overdue,
I guess it's too late now to be with you
I'm extremely frightened of what will surely be
I sold myself, the death of me
I know you can't forgive me I know I'm on my own,
I've betrayed you I walk alone

What exactly is the meaning of this
Just pawns in your twisted game
Severe pain for the lie I'm livin'
For a love I never could betray

"Question in Heaven" - Iced Earth

Not every pain kills,sometimes it make you stronger than anything, I will wait until is necessary, waiting to create the hell on earth.

Revenge should be taken cold, as beer. To those who offend me without reason, I ignore them, but who betrays me...

M22N

The sirens make their voices heard, which leads me to a state where time stands still, where the pain is minimized, a place where I feel alive, although my body does not go into a trance parenterally, that clouds my thinking allows me to re-imagine and dream, the songs still sound and the oo alabras roden I seem to disappear, and it makes a slight hum that puerde in time. Fractals that my mind creates dreams that seem dead ideas, imagnes of my past, some have cloudy ue over time, others are more present regardless of the passage of time. My eternal one of which I falls in love with me which I betray, by which I cursed myself, but it was a price I was willing to pay and probably can never stop.

Damn sirens that lead me to my past, damned ghosts do not let me rest. I love the moon more than the widow herself, why I lost my smile it was just for the moon, it was a little price to pay for her, which I have been to be dying slowly, the Moon which I betrays, who I never ceased to love, today only wish her ​​well, as this poor bastard that hurt her does not deserve more than an endless agony.

I was never a hero as she wanted, only it was a wolf howling at the moon a wolf that could never reach it, the silver color that marks the beginning and so the final, 3 days were enough to die three days took me to the agony, a tender lamb was the tool of my betrayal, sacrifice a lamb which for my sake, who play around a game where both lose, a game where no one could do well, not wrapped in a wicked fire, but ultimately she could leave, not without injury, but could leave, I still play to the beat of those flames, I'm still there.

Cursed, still in love with the moon still howling.

H

Alcohol runs through my veins, several days without sleep well, empty word that I do not want to hear, confused, difficult choices to take, actions who will be able to bring consequences that modify the behavior of people, even so I'm not as strong even so I am not so weak, it seems the end is near, but the stars shine never stop as long as I live, now death knocks at the door of my house as I always have people who are worth no other I think if necessary to end their suffering, or may be so magnanimous who able to forgive their lives, do not know, so many times I've been about to do it before, I knew that it was wrong, but now I t seems as coherent , kill the traitors, annihilate the shit, but I wonder what if this time I can not stop. The Blood Of my Enemies.

The chaos rules my mind, science is the only thing that make me consecrated, I still walk among the living even if I Die a long time ago, in this my exile eventually I wake, I'll have to find another place to belong, but for now I am alive, for a moment I can be surrender in to my desires, not as it will last, you really only gods who rules this world are those who can know that, but I don't have to follow its precepts, In my way through dark and difficult who this is universe, that every one who chooses how to live their lives and sometimes death, but in the end the words are only words, word that gone with the wind, despair with paper or a click that can erase forever . And other nations are created but are gone h only few names that have the opportunity to trasender time, heroes, thinkers, tyrants, treason always gives more than honor the pride I have often heard that the good die before, perhaps good faith by others for their stupidity, but who knows what my destiny but will try to make this last, will try to make this not die with my ancestry.

The music makes sense "I do not care if you are death or alive", but as the song said Alice Copper, "It would Have Been easy to die", but that's nothing, today is another day and so the fate may say what the price you will have to pay, what is the price I'll have to pay.

The hell out and I'm ready to see it, is the Stygian river or tartrate will be waiting there and seeketh my enemies for their esntaca ahcer there as pleasant, to be a stay that never can remember, maybe it is I who make the earth a hell for them. today I can control my thirst for revenge, tomorrow I do not know.

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