You are my ocean
Of liquid bowels
I feed on your heart
Floating within flesh and blood

Host, I beg you not to free me
Host, I beg you not to free me

Keep me from the light shining through my skin
Cover me with your body, mother

Me, who I am your parasite
Of love and instinct
Me, who I am your parasite
Of love and instinct

Your beauty is divine
Goddess

The gift you made me, take it back

Take back every cell
So I can remain in you
Take back every cell
So I can remain in you

Petrychor - Dryad (I Make My Home). 

Some of the most uplifting shit I have ever listened, if you can make something out of the wall of sound.

Dekadent - Raided 

Nice band to show to someone who says that extreme metal can’t give you a sensation of peacefulness. This shit leaves me on the fucking clouds.

I know some women might just have an orgasm listening to his voice, haha.

What can I say… this is really gay. But I like it.

Nocra - Broken Wings

“Dark metal” from Russia; I find this labelling terribly silly, as there’s very little metal in almost every band labelled this way. However, they’re quite good. I love this kind of  easy going, confortable, relaxing, yet tortured, atmosphere. 

 The Duke Spirit - Love Is An Unfamilliar Name

Nice rock-ish music from the kind i’m not too keen of. But meh, maybe my tastes are expanding, for the best or the worse.

thekingcunt:

lol’d i dont even know why but feels good man thats all i know

yeah, it’s like if, for a second, we felt like we were ending world’s famine.

Exactly.

Agonisent péniblement à terre
L’un après l’autre, mes rêves piétinés.
L’espoir m’a trahi et je reste là, halluciné
Avec sur la face l’expression du renoncement.

J’ai pris ton mal, l’ai laissé me ternir,
Dévorant ma fraîcheur toujours un peu plus.
Plus de surprises à présent, aucunes;
Et le temps s’échappe sans que rien ne change.
Je serre le poing, j’aimerais hurler
Briser cette glace à l’intérieur de moi
Qui stagne, m’engourdit, m’empêche de sentir.

Tant de jours incolores…
Que reste t’il? Tu étais tout pour moi.
Juste ton absence qui m’insupporte,
Des promesses non tenues,
et mes souvernirs assassins

……….

They die painfully to the ground,
one after another, my trampled dreams.
Hope betrayed me and I remain there, hallucinating…
a look of renunciation upon my face.

I took your evil, let it tarnish me,
devouring my innocence a little bit more.
More surprises now — none,
and time escapes without change.
I make a fist — I want to scream,
to break the ice inside me
that stagnates, deadens me
and prevents me from feeling

So many colorless days
What’s left? You were everything to me.
Promises not kept,
my murderous memories.