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pora erripukaa
what thr fuck is even that means
Real art.
Faded soul
Why the fuck I look like that Euronymous cunt?!
Am I cursed, or did I do this to myself?
And there is despair underneath each and every action Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness Burning bridges becomes a habit to support And the front line expands like there's no tomorrow...
Holiday in a cemetery ________________________________ https://youtu.be/OfMd0l90g2Y I have the right to spend my time As I wish You can go to a beach While I fall into abyss Holiday in a cemetery With my silent friends In the twisted atmosphere Of necromantic pleasures Open graves Offered their treasures Out of tune music of her funeral procession Mortuary tray my only possession Intoxicated By all that is evil and wrong High on the fumes Ascending from a grave I summon all the spirits that I fear I summon the bringer of death to come here In the name of he who was cast from the sky I want to destroy everything that keeps this world alive I need to feel the atmosphere of death I need to inhale its air Solitude among the stones To lie down in death's lair Absence of life Wordless silence Friends long gone Alone for hours I haven't been in heaven but I surely have been in hell Still it's so much more than what you have in the sewers where you dwell Invite me to my funeral, all death is pure Life is disease and suicide its only cure Transfigurations among the tombs Equal in death, superior in life, torn from wombs Hate towards the living, love towards the dead Necrophile, born to die, a connoisseur of dead...