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Hallo, ich wollte mal meinen ersten selbstgeschriebenen text hier reinstelln, und eure meinung dazu wissen...alsao es ist mein erster, also nicht gleich mit hacken pistolen auf mich gehen, wenns geht
es sollte vielleicht ein blavk metal text sein..ka hab einfach mal drauf los geschrieben
Darkness! Lightning clouds in the shadow
Silence! Twighlight wispers through the wind
Moonlight has now completely rised,
It's a frosty light, that swallos all the night.
All the freezing wolves, that['re] howling to the night,
They're standing on the hard-cold stone of fallen realms and crys
In the chaotic bright of all the black-shining moons
Now only kindfull greediness exists, designed by the thirst for power,
Written in blood-red colour on the desperated stone of the falling realm
Fog-smell, that's crwaling over earth,
Makes all plants to stone, just virginality remains on it's on.
The higher quest, which starts on it's own, makes our earth to a realm [of] fire
Now the giggling fingers,
Lightning flesh of shadow
Are on your brest,
To snatch yourselfe
Out of your breathing grave.
See the atlas on the high cliff burning,
Loosing all it's reality by creat[ing]
The new one, the new one out of caustic blood and madness
Wonder! The new realm is imposing
Take it! The dead life inblack bright
es sollte vielleicht ein blavk metal text sein..ka hab einfach mal drauf los geschrieben
Darkness! Lightning clouds in the shadow
Silence! Twighlight wispers through the wind
Moonlight has now completely rised,
It's a frosty light, that swallos all the night.
All the freezing wolves, that['re] howling to the night,
They're standing on the hard-cold stone of fallen realms and crys
In the chaotic bright of all the black-shining moons
Now only kindfull greediness exists, designed by the thirst for power,
Written in blood-red colour on the desperated stone of the falling realm
Fog-smell, that's crwaling over earth,
Makes all plants to stone, just virginality remains on it's on.
The higher quest, which starts on it's own, makes our earth to a realm [of] fire
Now the giggling fingers,
Lightning flesh of shadow
Are on your brest,
To snatch yourselfe
Out of your breathing grave.
See the atlas on the high cliff burning,
Loosing all it's reality by creat[ing]
The new one, the new one out of caustic blood and madness
Wonder! The new realm is imposing
Take it! The dead life inblack bright
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