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| zaterdag, 06/12/08 15:55 | “Hefir hon haft langan vanmátt,“
ok pat var krom mikil;
fekk hon enga nótt svefn ok var
sem hamstoli vaeri.
“Ristnar hafa verit rúnar, ok er sá einn bóndason
hedan skammt í brott, er pat gerdi,
ok er sidan miklu
verr en adr.
Egil reist rúnar ok lagdi undir hoegendit
Í hvíluna, par er hon hvildi;
henni potti sem hon vaknadi or svefni ok sagdi
at hon var pá heil.
Refrain:
Skalat madr rúnar rista,
nema rada vel kunni,
pat verdr mrgum manni,
es of myrkvan staaf villisk;
sák á telgdu talkni
tiu launstafi ristna,
pat hefr lauka lindi
langs ofrtrega fengit.
English text (translation)
“She has been ill for a long time,
she has the exhaustion,
cannot sleep any night and was
as if she had lost reason and shape.”
Runes have been scratched therefore, it is a farmer’s son,
not far from here, he has done that,
but afterwards it was
much worse than before.
Egil scratched runes and placed them under the cushion of the bed
she rested on.
It was to her as if she had awoken from sleep,
and she said she was well now.
Chorus:
No man shall scratch runes
Not being able to use them well;
Many a man is misled
by dark forces.
Ten secret runes have I seen
Scratched on smoothed out fish bone;
For the girl this has caused
sorrow for a long time.
love this song <3
gezongen in het ijslands ^^ | | dinsdag, 02/12/08 20:53 | DivinexDevilish 01/12/08 20:19
When I'm with you, eternity is a step away,
my love continues to grow, with each passing day.
This treasure of love, I cherish within my soul,
how much I love you, you'll never really know.
You bring a joy to my heart, I've never felt before,
with each touch of your heart, I love you more and more.
Whenever we say goodbye, whenever we part,
know I hold you dearly, deep inside my heart.
So this seven words, I pray you hold true,
Forever and Always, I will Love You.
<3 XXXXX
van Timotje vo mij ^^
is ie nie sgattig    | | dinsdag, 11/11/08 23:03 | Evergrey => Madness Caught Another Victim
I've been searching for so long
For someone to lead the way
And I've been searching for someone
Someone to ease the pain
And I've been searching for someone
Anyone to help me cure my shame
Madness caught another victim
And the victim's name is blame
What are my options?
When the road I'm walking ends
What are my options?
When all my ambitions fails
The words you now are reading
Are meant for your eyes only
I hoped for strength but now I'm leaving
Cause I fear my feelings
And to not do you justice
Is too much for me to bare
And as courage is my weakness
I choose the cowards path
What are my options?
When the road that I'm walking ends?
And what are my options?
When the last ship of hope have sailed
What are my options?
When the road that I'm walking ends
So what are my options?
When my words are all that remains | | dinsdag, 16/09/08 18:29 | Omnia => The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, tapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here forevermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
Presently, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
Merely this, and nothing more,'
Out into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open wide I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of arice just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Soon that ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering on the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on this Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Now the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have gone before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed by an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
Once more, on the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert isle enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven streched above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest of the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Now the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of arice just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Will be lifted - nevermore!
en kweet da da nrmaal van edgar allen poe is ^^
| | donderdag, 11/09/08 20:35 | "Dogma" => KMFDM
All we want is a headrush
All we want is to get out of our skin for a while
We have nothing to lose because we don't have anything
Anything we want anyway...
We used to hate people
Now we just make fun of them
It's more effective that way
We don't live
We just scratch on day to day
With nothing but matchbooks and sarcasm in our pockets
And all we are waiting for is for something worth waiting for
Let's admit America gets the celebrities we deserve
Let's stop saying "Don't quote me" because if no one quotes you
You probably haven't said a thing worth saying
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
We all just want to die a little bit
We fear that pop-culture is the only culture we're ever going to have
We want to stop reading magazines
Stop watching T.V.
Stop caring about Hollywood
But we're addicted to the things we hate
We don't run Washington and no one really does
Ask not what you can do for your country
Ask what your country did to you
The only reason you're still alive is because someone
Has decided to let you live
We owe so much money we're not broke we're broken
We're so poor we can't even pay attention
So what do you want?
You want to be famous and rich and happy
But you're terrified you have nothing to offer this world
Nothing to say and no way to say it
But you can say it in three languages
You are more than the sum of what you consume
Desire is not an occupation
You are alternately thrilled and desperate
Skyhigh and fucked
Let's stop praying for someone to save us and start saving ourselves
Let's stop this and start over
Let's go out - let's keep going
This is your life - this is your fucking life
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
Quit whining you haven't done anything wrong because frankly
You haven't done much of anything
Someone's writing down your mistakes
Someone's documenting your downfall
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