Monday, April 16, 2012

I Think of You By Rotting Korpse

When I think of you
I feel complete sweetness
in my heart, even though
we have just met.

I think of you
day and night
it keeps me from sleeping,
it keeps me day-dreaming.

I don't know if I love you yet,
but, at least I know I'm fond of you.
I hope you feel the same way for me
as I do for you.

When I think of you,
I feel like I have a prince
that lives faraway.
Yet you're close to my heart.

En Esta Noche Tan Oscura by Rotting Korpse

Tus ojos brillan en la noche mas oscura,
tus labios saben mejor que la miel mas pura.
Tus manos estan suaves como un petalo de una rosa.
Tu amor para mi es la cosa mas preciosa

Tu cuerpo trae calor a mi cadaver frio.
Tus lagrimas son el mejor sacrificio
para revivir mi cuerpo sin vida.
Con tu amor, mi herida la dejaste curada.

En esta bella noche mas oscura,
tu amor deja la noche alumbrada.
Con tu luz tan bella
nos sirve como guia
en esta noche tan oscura.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Fake By Rotting Korpse

You were beautiful
inside and out.
Your light shined
and glowed ever so brightly.
You were warm,
sweeter than honey.
Pleasant to be around,
friendly and innocent.

Your angelic ways captivated me
and you stole my heart
unintentionally.
Without wanting to,
I fell in love with you.
I didn't know why,
but my heart was drawn to you.
I really wanted you.

Suddenly,
all of that changed.
The angel I fell for died
and was reborn a demon.
You traded in your soul
for something fake.
You gave yourself away
for someone who won't care
as much about you as I will.
Just to be fake.

I loved you
and cared about you,
but you lost it.
At first I wanted to kiss you,
and now I want to punch you.
I longed to make love to you,
and now I'm disgusted by you,
and I almost fucking hate you
you fake motherfucker.
I'll rip you out of my heart forever.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Ode To The Celtic Boy By Rotting Korpse

I walk through the grasslands and what do I see
a boy playing his lute walks towards me
with emerald green eyes,
and short curly hair,
he sings me a song concerning his despair.

Under Brighid's favor
he's so fair of face,
his lips I want to savor
as well as his warm embrace.