When death so swiftly has coveted
The client from this plane
A journey forged in ice has just begun
A crystal line entombment preservation now awaits
Proceedings executed hastely deceased to be encased
Encapsulated ensured the precious cargo safe
A pending resurrection rebirth

In the distant future when advancements shall allow
A being to be made again anew
The brain to be implanted
Fused within a growth of cells
This vessel but a vehicle
To traverse this mortal realm

Pressurized sealed in ward off the mounting days
Retain revived rebirthed beyond the grave

Jealousy some say it sickening
They merely can’t afford this highest form of luxury
To live again
To carry on the will elite
To live again
Advancing through the centuries

Until the sky is black and the sun it never shows
Til the whipping winds of nuclear winter cruelly blow
The gift of immortality has been bestowed
I will return, I will return

Cryonics! Reanimate this life
Remake the fleshy juggernaut
In which the mind will ride
Cryonics! A wisdom is preserved
Frozen forever evolutionary curve
O a renaissance of mad technology
Segregate the wise eliminate the weak
O painstaking process onward we weed
Reproduce the strong eliminate

Heresy some say its blasphemy
Assuring I’ll be in hell when god is through with me
To live again to forge yourself anew
To live again to face the godless truth
Foolery some say it’ll never be
Fear will condemn such radical ideology
To live again to stand above your brood

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End of green- Anthem for a new wave

The golden years are gone, the world has lost her grace.
Everyone is in rage and seek for better days.
We’re living off your broken lives.
Dead before you lived.
We die.
Salvation.

We’ll have a good time, when we’re dead.
Bad days make us glad.
We need no life to remember.
Worst times, happy sad, wasted like a wreck.
We need no time to remember.

The golden days so far, the world has lost her face.
Everyone is in hurry, the creepers will be saints.
We’re living off your broken lives.
Dead before you lived.
We die.
Temptation.

Worst times, happy sad, good times, kill me, dead.
Worst times, happy sad, wasted like a wreck.
Worst times, happy sad, bad days make us glad.
Worst times, happy sad, good times, kill me, dead.

We’ll have a good time, when we’re dead.
Bad days make us glad.
We need no life to remember.
Worst times, happy sad, wasted like a wreck.
We need no time to remember.

We turn the good times into sad, bad ones into worse.
We need no life to remember.
Worst times, happy sad, wasted like a wreck,
‘Cause nothing lasts forever.

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El cuarto negro en colaboración con Sybelle, se enorgullece en tráeles la letra de esta delicada melodía del nuevo trabajo de Theatre of Tragedy, de su nuevo disco Forever is the world, el cual está muy pinche bueno. Esta rola pertenece a la edición especial del disco y se encuentra como un bonus track, y pues según yo esta difícil encontrar ahorita la letra de este material.

Pasen, pasen pequeños zombies y disfruten…

Empty

They might say this never happened
I’d say it just did
Never have I felt it stronger
Someone’s wrong and I am right

In a world of disillusion
Loitering away your time
There’s no harm in reconstruction
Paint the world in black and white

Beyond redemption won’t exist
Redeploy your mind
Find your strength and recuperate
Reflections in an open mind
Nestling fly with me
Find a way to see…

They might say this never happened
I’d say it just did
Never have I felt it stronger
Someone’s wrong and I am right

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I won’t tell you, there’s nothing ‘neath your bed
I won’t sell you, that it’s all in your head
This world of ours is not as it seems
The monsters are real but they’re not in your dreams
Learn what you can from the beasts you defeat,
you’ll need it for some of the people you meet

Voltaire-Goodnight Demon Slayer

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Una de las favoritas del cuarto, muy oscura y muy muy hermosa…

Catacomb Kittens

She spent the night alone with body bruised and skirts asunder.
He found his sister in the morning, soaking, in a puddle.
“Let’s run away,” she said. “He beats us both incessantly!
I know a place beneath the city where we’ll stay forever lost!”

“I’ve seen the waifs emerge from the underground.
They roam the catacombs and everywhere underneath…
We could live secretly, away from society!”

Away after sunset they tumbled through the darkened city
searching for cold grates and bars agape
like twisted teeth and jawbones pulled wide and cracking.
Wet and talking wind forbade them!
“Just shut your ears,” she said.
“Orphans are surrounded by these things!”

“Hold my hand, I’ll lead you below.
We’ll find an alcove and no one will know about us!
We can live secretly, away from society!”

They wet their tiny kitten paws on rotting rocks and water.
They skinned their whiskers digging deep
where darkness settles into corners and tooth-marks,
sightless eyes and sunken ceilings.
Sentient depths awoke and noticed them…
they started screaming.

“Let’s hurry back,” she said, “before we are swallowed!
Run now, my darling child, I’ll be sure to follow closely!
We must hide desperately, away from monstrosities!”

Next week, next year,
there is a somebody who hears their feet underneath.
They stop, and tilt, and frown… they hear them drowning!
No, the wind singing just below the street…

“You’re here with me, it’s just we two.
So if you’ve died, why, then I have, too!”

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¿Que no les ah pasado, que a veces llega una cancion a sus vidas en el momento justo y te da en la madre?

ah pues me acaba de ocurrir…para variar.

Every other day,
Waiting for the point called zero,
Every other day, take it back, take it back away from me.
Every other day living like a dead end hero, every other day.
In the end, don’t be scared, you’re almost there.
It’s the end,
One big dance before you smile with the dead,
One last ride before you leave, you’re almost there.
No more tears, no more fears and no more lies.
It’s the end.
One big smile before you dance with the dead.
Take the ride and join the end and wave goodbye..
Every other day,
Waiting for the point called zero,
Every other day, take it back, take it back away from me.
Every other day living like a dead end hero, every other day.
In the end, don’t be scared, you’re almost there.
It’s the end,
One big dance before you smile with the dead,
One last ride before you leave, you’re almost there.
No more tears, no more fears and no more lies.
It’s the end.
One big smile before you dance with the dead.
Take the ride and join the end and wave goodbye.
Every other day,
Waiting for the point called zero,
Every other day, take it back, take it back away from me.
Every other day living like a dead end hero, every other day.
You will know, when the last star fades away (at night).
Don’t be scared, I’ll be waiting on the other side.
Reach for my hand, I’m your last ride home.
Still the end waits, it’s over, it’s all done.
Every other day,
Waiting for the point called zero,
Every other day, take it back, take it back away from me.
Every other day living like a dead end hero, every other day.
Every other day, (Every other day,)
Living like a dead end hero, every other day.

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