True Evil Dark Gothic Blog Of Sadness: Pelo amor de Belzebu

segunda-feira, junho 14, 2004

Pelo amor de Belzebu

Em primeiro lugar, gélidas boas-vindas ao nosso irmão True Evil Metal Warrior, um dos maiores advogados dessa demoníaca causa em prol da deturpação das mentes jovens pelos hinos malévolos do Heavy Metal.

Espero que não se importe com meu decadente estado de espírito...Talvez seja a saudade do calor do gueto do Tinhoso...Com um frio desses, nem todo o Parazine do mundo poderia me animar...

Ainda mais porque estou ouvindo uma das maiores obras-primas compostas pelos cruéis avatares infernais... diretamente do círculo mais baixo daquele Hades que carinhosamente chamamos de lar, transcrevo agora as palavras mais doloridas e sádicas que uma criatura poderia dirigir à outra...

"LETTER TO DANA"
Dana, my darling, I'm writing to you.
Cause your father passed away, it was a beautiful day
And I don't want to bother You anymore,
I used to hope you'd come back
But not anymore Dana.

My eyes might have betrayed me, but I have seen
Your picture on the cover of a filthy magazine
And I think my heart just cannot handle that
Dana, my darling, would be so bad.

Dana my darling I'm writing to you
Your mother passed away it was a really rainy day
And I didn't mean to bother you anymore
Your mother wished: Come visit your faters grave, Dana

Your father disowned you because you have sinned
But he did forgive you in condition he was in
And I you won't do those things anymore
Dana My darling I'm waiting for

Dana O'Hara oh, Dana my dear,
How I wish that my Dana was here
Little Dana O'Hara decided one day
to travel away, faraway

No, you can't surprise me anymore
I have seen it all before
But it seems I cannot let you go
Anyhow, Dana, Dana, Dana, Dana

And I think that I told you, I'd wait for you forever
Now I know someone else's holding you,
so, for the first time in my life - I must lie
Lie's a sin, mess that I am in,
Love is not the thing I feel know
I promise you: I won't write again 'til the sun sets
behind your grave

Dana, oh, Dana I'm writing to you, I heard you passed
away it was a beautiful day
I'm old and I feel time will come for me, my diarys
pages are full of thee

Dana O'Hara oh, Dana my dear,
How I wish that my Dana was here
Little Dana O'Hara decided one day
to travel away, faraway


Não consigo conter as lágrimas... é tão triste, tão deprimente!! Por favor, façam-os parar! Esta banda, Sonata Arctica com certeza é formada por alguns dos piores soldados do exército do Anjo Caído...Especialmente esta...esta música. O espelho de minha vida. Me lembrarei por toda a eternidade de meus pecados e meus erros...Oh, Senhor da Pestilência, mandai os arautos de seu Reinado! Que eles venham com palavras ferozes e olhos doces como assim Tu o és!!

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