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אפטי פרוסט
Kharn the Betrayer by Adrian Smith

http://www.israblog.co.il/64175
ICQ 284868066 284868066  Frostling

שמעו, קראו, ראו




לרשימת יצירות השירה החדשות
I am always with you
Wherever you may hide
The day that you stop dreaming
Is the day that I will die

My blood is red coming out anew
Tainting this mirror I no longer see through
I might be lost, but my love is true
Not to the world, not to life, only to you

Please shadow my fire
And silence my cries
And whisper to my lips
That now you'll love me
For eternity's time

Rivers of chaos disintegrate upon my arrival
All that remains are fragments of a tortured soul

Black clouds follow me
They seem to be the only ones that even care
Should I welcome despair?
If not me, who will my clouds follow?

I will protect you with fury and rage
And burn for your love
The world will never hurt you again
When I am around

You're an angel above
A devil within
Seductive and strong
My favorite sin

I pray for your soul, tormented, yet loved
And I wish for it to be safe
I feel it hugging me when I'm asleep
My dreams beg of it to stay

Where have I gone wrong?
And should I turn back?
I swear I don't know...
Hope is now lost
But was it there all along?
I look up to see only snow

Hide when the moon is full
Essence is easy to feel
Oh, God knows you're a fool
When you choose not to believe
It's real

It's as if you're not wanted anymore
Your existence now denied
A ghost among the blind

I sit here all alone again
Dreaming of the way it used to be
All I feel now are the winds
Of a cemetery theme

Protect me, from this evil
Save me, from the dark
Divine heal, incantations
Stop the beast within the cage, and ward me from this
weakness!

I guess seeing you happy will one day make me smile
I guess seeing you laugh will one day make me gitty
And if not, there is always a rope

Feelings are taken for granted
He would beg at nights for love
In his dark lonely life
It might be enough

I used to give a damn
And now it's all just damned!
A search inside one's self
No one could understand

And I see you here smiling at me
A sight, can this be true?
Am I day dreaming of dreaming?
Or is this really you?

I wander the halls, longing for you
Holding my chest in pain
I fall to the ground every few minutes
Calling out for your name

She sits and cries
Abandoned by God
No one left to need

Something is lost
It's empty outside
No one to trust
For no one to cry

Kill me off inside you
Don't dream of again
All I wanted was love
Now you're pushing me instead

Bleak souls gathering in a whirlwind
Drawing nearer to the flame, cherishing the warmth
A reminder of love

My eyelids are struggling to stay at guard
While my conscious is drifting to wanderlust
Sleep, sweet sleep, would cure all of this
Dreaming of dreams that would turn me to dust

Is it too late?
Is it far out of sight?
To dream of my queen
Of a cold winter's night

Fantasy can be real
If you believe and adore
That I'll be yours forever
And forever is forever more

I guess she'll never know
It might be better that way

Wraiths scratch the walls of sanity as they fly past
Shadows seem to arise from no source

It hurts to be only a friend
When my heaven is you
It hurts to know
That never again
You may love me too...

Look back, and see me
Another man in the crowd
Passing silently by your side
Staring deep into your eyes

Shooting stars seem to be aiming at me
Who can I vision pulling the trigger?

My one true love, the cure for my sins
Smiles into my eyes
She knows her power over me grows
And so she knows that she must die

In this winter I subside
Where my life was forged
That ended in a fire
By a love twisted scourge

Would it help if I begged?
Would it help if I screamed?
If I aligned the stars by your name
In my most selfish of dreams

I look to the sky needing answers
Answers I need so much
Please don't take away my hope
It may be all I have left...

I never believed you to be real
But you were never a lie!
The day that I cant dream anymore
Is the day I let you die

God can punish me all he wants
I dont care for him
I care only for you
So please, make it swift, make it cruel

I'm sorry I'm all I am
I know it's not enough
By my grave I swear it hurts

אהבה
Hopes of abandoned regressions
Now I beg to just let me die
I dirge for an empty promise
Of you sleeping by my side

When I look to the stars, is it you shining back?
I can sweep the banner of pain, and march through the gates

I know it hurts
I know it's unfair
I know... so I care

Being alone is a sick verse
Why do we feel the need for love

Locked wooden doors
Hearing footsteps on the floors
Try not to breathe, but I can't

I need no solace from you
My path is barren
But is mine
Loveless, wingless and lonely
Shattered only by the note
Of a cemetery chime

In our spirits, unforgiving
Too see is to show
The world of uncaring
That forever we'll glow

A king of men, a hero of legends
My sword shall know only sorrow
And with the thought, that loved ones brought
I shall live to see tomorrow

All I have is questions
Please answer, even if it's a lie
Tell me why I wanted you
Even when I knew you'd leave me to die

An angel so beautiful does exist
I witnessed with my own eyes
Her hair as long and black as winter's revenge
The earth shutters for her as she cries

It may feel harsh to beg for more
To want what now is gone
I rush to storm the gates of hope
To be able to be more than a pawn

Bondage of my sanity
Is escalating to a reality

You unleash winter upon me
Yet it does not attack
It embraces me to become one of its own

קל להבטיח לעצמי הבטחות
נוח להגיד שאלך אל האור

הציניות כבר לא טעימה כפי שהייתה
והעולם עוד אפור, אך ללא עתיד
אז מה זה שווה אם כל מה שאגיד
תמיד יהיה רע? וצודק...

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