duminică, 13 februarie 2011



Hunt season will soon start and the man will draw his sword ..
But this time the hunt is different is not like was before .....
The Beast will hunt the black man heart the rotten soul will be in his jaw ...
Whit silver teeth he chew the scum * beware you evil soul your time is now to die in agony
Is time to pay your sin of your life those that oppressed them sister and brother..... YOUR SOUL ARE MINE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Is reach the skin....
those pearls of water drop's from sky
..and run around your eye's and lip's
caress your charming look divine
kissing soft those red sweet lip's
is touching life* that smile so great
like a bloom roze that look up to the sky....
were an angel cry.

joi, 2 decembrie 2010

From dust to dust


Is no day without sun....
..is no night without the moon...
..is no earth without rose's......
Is not me without you...Hello my Love ! ..
How light is search 4 night.... i search your lip's to touch whit mine....
I live 4 you i live to die ....i live to be your ground and sky ..i live to be around your skin ..i live to eat your pain and sin .... i live to be your..... love

marți, 23 noiembrie 2010


S-a urlat lumina ...
s-a zbierat ziua pan' sange s-a facut ..
dupa dulcea dragoste a intunericului trecut
Patat'a cerul in sange viu de durere si chin tarziu !!!!!
Unde esti tu dragul meu negru masliniu ...........
si's rana a lasat apusul.....
plans'a destul s-a murit..... si din lumina intunericul s-a trezit .

joi, 23 septembrie 2010

In to the darkest place's
the frozen get in to the bone's
the air is like thorn in to the lung
he breathe the ice that got no smell
so cold co cold the marrow snapped in his paws
he's mouth is iron -steel
the eyes are shine ball's of ice
the Wolf is howl in to the night ..is time 4 hunt in to the darkest heart of life .

vineri, 19 martie 2010


O flacara pe-o lumanare,
O flama slaba parfumata,
ce sta in beciul negru..... rece al timpului......
miros de ceara si palpait de flama ...
Doar....6...6..si inca 6....6 vieti in 6 ani

sâmbătă, 6 martie 2010


Traim in aceasta lume si totusi ne simtim ca sclavii ei traind aceas schema acelas tipar sau uramarind acelas ideal suntem sclavii propriilor noastre vicii le simtim le vedem dar nu le realizam ne plangem de tot si de toate ne-am scalvit singuri.