Lirik Lagu Leeches & Deception - Sopor Aeternus
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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The old monk of a somewhat Thelemite, or "crow"-related order,dressed in a torn, old gown of jute,had been locked up in a tiny box inside a wall,this cubic room was painted in dark(est)-red and midnight-blue.
When the door was opened again,he was screaming terribly,as towards the end of his self-imposed isolationhe must have suffered from the most horrible visions and/or hallucinations,presumably, they had been caused by the previous days of his ritual fasting.The images he saw must have been atrocious indeed.
The white-haired, bearded monk was in his forties I believe ...-that's 4 and 0 for the earthen sphere.
Do not make stupid jokes about the old man in the grey gown of jute,because what might look like a clichè is necessity ... and truth!!!
After he was released againa trans-/bisexual vampyre-demon was crawling after him out of the same box.Though this demon/creature should have been dissolved,instead ha had just split himself in two halves,dark-red, fat and swollen like a leech ...-it surely must have been feasting on the poor manwhile they were both locked inside the wall.
A ritual:(I become a witness of an unexpected ritual, a demonstration.)
On the right side of me:a magician hissingly exhales,directing his breath on a spongy, spherical thing;a plexus which, as a direct reaction to it,is covered by thin, electric flashes,or discharges of blue light.
Unexpectedly, my hands are beginning to twitch and flash as well,and I have to realise that I am still dirty & soiled,possessed by certain things un(dis)solved,as it is they who now react to the formula of exorcism!
In awe and terror I recognisethat such rituals of power, invocations of archetypesmust only be performed by the truly initiated,experienced magicians all alone.Not by some superficial silly loser/boy-girl,a mere artist of hot (test)-air ...
Do not make stupid jokes about the old
When the door was opened again,he was screaming terribly,as towards the end of his self-imposed isolationhe must have suffered from the most horrible visions and/or hallucinations,presumably, they had been caused by the previous days of his ritual fasting.The images he saw must have been atrocious indeed.
The white-haired, bearded monk was in his forties I believe ...-that's 4 and 0 for the earthen sphere.
Do not make stupid jokes about the old man in the grey gown of jute,because what might look like a clichè is necessity ... and truth!!!
After he was released againa trans-/bisexual vampyre-demon was crawling after him out of the same box.Though this demon/creature should have been dissolved,instead ha had just split himself in two halves,dark-red, fat and swollen like a leech ...-it surely must have been feasting on the poor manwhile they were both locked inside the wall.
A ritual:(I become a witness of an unexpected ritual, a demonstration.)
On the right side of me:a magician hissingly exhales,directing his breath on a spongy, spherical thing;a plexus which, as a direct reaction to it,is covered by thin, electric flashes,or discharges of blue light.
Unexpectedly, my hands are beginning to twitch and flash as well,and I have to realise that I am still dirty & soiled,possessed by certain things un(dis)solved,as it is they who now react to the formula of exorcism!
In awe and terror I recognisethat such rituals of power, invocations of archetypesmust only be performed by the truly initiated,experienced magicians all alone.Not by some superficial silly loser/boy-girl,a mere artist of hot (test)-air ...
Do not make stupid jokes about the old
