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- Himno Gótico -
Negro el color de nuestras vestiduras.
No por nosotros sino por vosotros,
Por vuestros miedos y dudas.
Macabra siempre nuestra presencia.
No por maldad en nuestros corazones
Sino por marcar la diferencia.
Oscuros los lugares que frecuentamos.
No por necesidad de escondernos,
Por nuestro miedo a las tinieblas superado.
Vosotros nos señaláis con el dedo
Y nos juzgáis ridículos.
¿De que os reís, necios?
Tenemos el valor de ser distintos.
Vuestro miedo a la oscuridad representamos.
En nosotros veis vuestra propia maldad oculta. Somos la Nación Gótica. La Raza Nocturna...
LACRIMOSA - ' DARKNESS '
My heart, my love
one word, and gone
to stay, i will
believe, and pray
to see, to feel
to hear, to be and gone
how can i get close to you?
how can i the foolish one?
Beauty can't be seen but only kissed, but only kissed
i have so much love to give
but where are you and how to be reached?
Can i talk, can i speak?
and can i lay my head on you?
can i choose and can i say
i love you!!!
Darkness surrounding me
my head hangs low
your arms are far
your breath takes me
besides i am in love
i'm loving you but you
so far from me i'm holding out
your words your face your breath
your touch your heart should cover me
but all you do is watching me
so i dismiss the grace of you
and far beyond the darkness grows
which leads me back to all my roots
the longing and the pain
in darkness and disgrace
the longing and the pain
in darkness and disgrace
Beauty can't be seen but only kissed, but only kissed
i have so much love to give
but where are you and how to be reached?
Beauty can't be seen but only kissed, but only kissed
i have so much love to give
but where are you and how to be reached?
how to be reached?
how to be reached?
-CRADLE OF FILTH:
Born In A Burial Gown
Sibilant and macabre
Walpurgis sauntered in
Skies litten with five-pointed stars
The work of crafts surpassing sin
As She graced Her window ledge
- An orphaned gypsy nymph
This issue of the forest's bed
Skin flushed with sipped absinthe -
Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peak
Tried once concealing Hell
A snow white line of divine freaks
In riot, where they fell...
The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight
For seven days and seven festival nights
What wicked wonders lie within the comfines
Of the panther's den
She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue
The restless spirit of Christmas to come
A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb
Than gingerbread men
Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial
She was the light of the world going down
War-torn, forlorn and malarial
She was found
Born in a burial gown
Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross
Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose
In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost
Too many decades misfit and mislaid
In innocence, a tender legend of prey
Parades Her second coming, now they're running afraid
Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial
She was the light of the world going down
War-torn, forlorn and malarial
She was found
Born in a burial gown
Now She moves with a predator's guile
Beyond the firelit circle of life
She soothes your cold heart for a while
Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife
She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case
Espied by Her cross on the wall
And should She awake, through embrace or mistake
She would take Jesus
Bless foot forward and all...
Sibiliant and at last
The circus crawled away
With another lover in its arms
Dancing on Her grave...
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