Soundgarden - Live to Rise (From Marvel’s THE AVENGERS)

They said it’s a soft track compared to others. I still love them and think this is the best song from the movie.

Gosh! I’m listening to them again! My childhood :3

2 years ago with 3 notes
#Avengers #Avengers assemble #CHRIS CORNELL #live to rise #marvel #soundgarden #soundtrack #video #my playlist



Draconian - Bloodflower

I’ve made a good living by dying;
Endless wait, grey solace ruling my mind
Constrained by time and drained by the cold,
Still I found myself shivering under the rising sun

You are the star, you are the moon
You are the soil where shadows bloom
Casting a light which brings me peace
Where the caverns of death will freeze

The flower never grew
But I love you just the same
Even though like a bird you flew
I will love you just the same

I am the blood; A fire in your soul…
And I will grow in landscapes so cold

Oh, how I feel you in every single detail,
As you lurk inside my troubled dreams
There is no hope as long we walk this Earth,
But you should know my universe screams,
It screams for you

I cry for you!

The flower never grew
But I love you just the same
Even though like a bird you flew
I will love you just the same

2 years ago with 11 notes
#my playlist #draconian #metal #doom #Anders Jacobsson #perfection



Kamelot - Love You To Death

Missing Roy Khan u________u

2 years ago with 4 notes
#Kamelot #metal #Roy Khan #my playlist #Ghost Opera #Love You To Death #Amanda Somerville



Therion - Birth of Venus Illegitima

Lori is one of the most talented women and a beautiful human being. I met her and she hugged me like my mom xD

Aphrodite is rising from the shell
A newly born to be seen
To expel from the paradise
To drink from her well
Aphrodite is falling into the hell of her sins
And the lust
For that spell of the forbidden
Nectar from her well

(Oh, Venus illegitima)
Born again…
(Oh, Venus illegitima)
…without shame
(Oh, Venus illegitima)
Child of sin…
(Oh, Venus illegitima)
…is my name.

Aphrodite is rising from the shell
A newly born to be seen
To expel from the paradise
To drink from her well
Aphrodite is falling into the hell of her sins
And the lust
For that spell of the forbidden
Nectar from her well

(Oh, Venus illegitima)
Born again…
(Oh, Venus illegitima)
…without shame
(Oh, Venus illegitima)
Child of sin…
(Oh, Venus illegitima)
…is my name.

Oh, Venus illegitima
Oh, Venus illegitima

2 years ago with 5 notes
#Therion #Metal #Christofer Johnsson #Lori Lewis #Snowy Shaw #Birth of Venus Illegitima #my playlist #Vovin



Nightwish - Song of Myself

Seriously one of those masterpieces! Instrumental, voices and the poem at the end, you just end crying because humans can still be doing so beautiful things.

Lyrics

[1. From A Dusty Bookshelf]

[2. All That Great Heart Lying Still]


The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves

A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
Of mermaids, of Whitman’s and the ride
Raving harlequins, gigantic toys

A song of me, a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me, a verse in need
Of a pure heart singing me to peace

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angel wing

All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old dead boy’s song
Sung in silence
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angel wing

A midnight flight into Covington Woods
A princess and a panther by my side
These are Territories I live for
I’d still give my everything to love you more

A song of me, a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me, a verse in need
Of a pure heart singing me to peace

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angel wing

Now all that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old dead boy’s song
Sung in silence

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angel wing

[3. Piano Black]

A silent symphony
A hollow opus #1,2,3

Sometimes the sky is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters

Resting pipes, verse of bore
Rusting keys without a door

Sometimes the within is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angel wing
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angel wing
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angel wing

[4. Love]

I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street,
A begging bowl in his shaking hand.
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
I do, but walk by.

An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic
It’s half-light and he’s in tears.
When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.

I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
All pride has left his wild, drooling eyes.
I wish I had my leg to spare.

A mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars.
She’s never loved him more.

Arabesque girl enters an elevator with me.
All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
Terribly sweet perfume deafens me.
She’s going to dinner, alone.
That makes her even more beautiful.

I see a model’s face on a brick wall.
A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
A city that worships flesh.

The first thing I ever heard,
was a wandering man telling his story
It was you, the grass under my bare feet
The campfire in the dead of night
The heavenly black of sky and sea

It was us,
Roaming the rainy roads, combing the gilded beaches
Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
Bathing in places no one’s seen before
Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island
Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty’s finest robe

Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature
In early air of the dawn of life
A sight to silence the heavens

I want to travel where life travels,
following its permanent lead
Where the air tastes like snow music
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
I would bathe in a world of sensation
Love, goodness and simplicity
(While violated and imprisoned by technology)

The thought of my family’s graves was the only moment
I used to experience true love
That love remains infinite,
as I’ll never be the man my father is

How can you “just be yourself”
when you don’t know who you are?
Stop saying “I know how you feel”
How could anyone know how another feels?

Who am I to judge a priest, beggar,
whore, politician, wrongdoer?
I am, you are, all of them already

Dear child, stop working, go play
Forget every rule
There’s no fear in a dream

"Is there a village inside this snowflake?"
- a child asked me
"What’s the colour of our lullaby?"

I’ve never been so close to truth as then
I touched its silver lining

Death is the winner in any war
Nothing noble in dying for your religion
For your country
For ideology, for faith
For another man,
Yes

Paper is dead without words
Ink idle without a poem
All the world dead without stories
Without love and disarming beauty

Careless realism costs souls

Ever seen the Lord smile?
All the care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground

I see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will ever change

I, too, wish to be a decent man-boy but all I am
Is smoke and mirrors
Still given everything, may I be deserving

And there forever remains the change from G to E-Minor

2 years ago with 7 notes
#Anette Olzon #Emppu Vuorinen #Jukka Nevalainen #Marco Hietala #Metal #My Playlist #Nightwish #Power metal #Song of Myself #Tuomas Holopainen #symphonic metal #Imaginaerum