The funeral of hearts - HIM

Loves the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom


The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you


She was the sun
Shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon
Painting you
With it's glow so vulnerable and pale


Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom


The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you


She was the wind, carrying in
All the troubles and fears you've for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were like a moth to that flame


The heretic seal beyond divine
A prayer to a god who's deaf and blind
The last rites for souls on fire
Three little words and a question why


Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom


The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you


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Three little words and a question why significa muito para mim. Conciliando parte do verso "a god who's deaf and blind", fica muita coisa como verdade. Se existe algum Deus, deve estar surdo e cego pois afasta-me do Amor. O próprio Amor afasta-se de mim tornando-me o pólo oposto da existência do amor neste momento. Não sei que mal fiz para estar tão privado de amor, qual o pecado que cometi assim tão grave para não merecer um pouco do veneno de Cupido.

The Beatles - I'm so Tired

I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink
I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink
No,no,no.

I'm so tired I don't know what to do
I'm so tired my mind is set on you
I wonder should I call you but I know what you would do

You'd say I'm putting you on
But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane
You know I'd give you everything I've got
for a little peace of mind

I'm so tired, I'm feeling so upset
Although I'm so tired I'll have another cigarette
And curse Sir Walter Raleigh
He was such a stupid get.

You'd say I'm putting you on
But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane
You know I'd give you everything I've got
for a little peace of mind
I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind
I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind
(mumbling)

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O meu estado actual, cansado, aborrecido prestes a ficar louco. Ao ver esta letra lembrou-me um pouco de mim. A música em si não é nada de especial, mas bom de ouvir.

try to make it through my life
In my way
There is you
I try to make it through these lies
That’s all I do

Just don't deny it
Just don't deny it
And deal with it
Yeah deal with it

You tried to break me
You wanna break me
Bit by bit
That’s just part of you

If you were dead or still alive,
I don't care,
I don't care,
And all the things you left behind,
I don't care,
I don't care

I try to make you see my side
Always trying to stay in line
But you’re all I see right through
That’s all they do
Im getting tired of this shit
I got no room when inside this
But if you wanted me just deal with it

So...

If you were dead or still alive,
I don't care,
I don't care,
And all the things you left behind,
I don't care,
I don't care

(I never cared about, I never cared about)

(You won't be there for me; you won't be there for me)



If you were dead or still alive,
I don't care,
I don't care,
And all the things you left behind,
I don't care,
I don't care

If you were dead or still alive,
I don't care,
(I never cared about, I never cared about)
I don't care,
And all the things you left behind,
I don't care,
(you won't be there for me, you won't be there for me)
I don't care at all


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porque gosto da banda
porque gosto da música
porque gosto da letra

Her Ghost in the Fog - Cradle of Filth

"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But on, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall see..."

She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World

That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon

Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog

They raped left...
(Five men of God)
...Her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer

She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"

Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand inbetween?"

And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...

The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice

A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She was Ersulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin

And so for Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...

Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept form cries
Mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog

And I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog

Her ghost in the fog

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Gostei, achei pura poesia!

When your skins turns blue - Six Feet Under

Your death, your blood, your life, you re dead
Your death, your blood, your life, you re dead
Your death, your dead , your death
To the death- slit your neck- dark, dark demons haunt
The death- in death, demons haunt
The heart pumps then it stops
Flow through your life then you drop
Blood- the blood- in blood, dark demons haunt
The very blood that runs through you
It's time to die when your skin turns blue
Your skin turned blue you breathed your last breath
Rotten in the crypt is your next step
Friend with the maggots in your head
Bleed again and again- die you're dead
Feel it dripping- feel the drip, formaldehyde you re prepared for the crypt
But it's cold, in the grave, in my tomb
When skin turns blue you ll know your time is through
You re dead inside of you crawl back into the womb
God damn-you
God damn- my soul
God damn- you
God damn- all of you


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Achei engraçado a capacidade de encaixar "formaldehyde" numa letra. Nunca imaginei ler uma letra que contivesse tal palavra!

Cavalera Conspiracy - Nevertrust

nevertrust – society
nevertrust – the system
nevertrust – the enemy
nevertrust – the politricks
nevertrust – the emo kids
nevertrust – the fucking pigs
nevertrust – the sellouts
nevertrust – fuck them all!

nevertrust – the rat race
nevertrust – the presidents
nevertrust – the hypocrites
nevertrust – in their bullshit
nevertrust – in jihad
nevertrust – the bastards
nevertrust – the backstabbers
nevertrust – kill them all!

nevertrust – the fuckers
nevertrust – the bastards
nevertrust – the assholes
nevertrust – the asskissers
nevertrust – the two-faced
nevertrust – their mind games
nevertrust – destroy them all!

nevertrust – the cowboy
nevertrust – the redneck
nevertrust – the fall out boy
nevertrust – their fake asses
nevertrust – the war
nevertrust – the scum
nevertrust – the world
nevertrust – fuck you!!!!!!

If I Ever Lose My Faith In You - Sting

You could say I lost my faith in science and progress
You could say I lost my belief in the holy Church
You could say I lost my sense of direction
You could say all of this and worse but
If I ever lose my faith in you
There'd be nothing left for me to do

Some would say I was a lost man in a lost world
You could say I lost my faith in the people on TV
You could say I'd lost my belief in our politicians
They all seemed like game show hosts to me
If I ever lose my faith in you
There'd be nothing left for me to do
I could be lost inside their lies without a trace
But every time I close my eyes I see your face

I never saw no miracle of science
That didn't go from a blessing to a curse
I never saw no military solution
That didn't always end up as something worse, but
Let me say this first
If I ever lose my faith in you
There'd be nothing left for me to do

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simplesmente - lovely