Disposable Hero
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So, hab mal wieder Lust, ein paar Meinungen und Anregungen zu meinem neuen Text zu hören. Hab diesmal noch keine Musik dazu, wird aber wohl in die Richtung düsteren, melodischen, progressiven Metals gehen, vielleicht ein bisschen mehr aufwühlend als traurig. Aber das steht noch ein wenig in den Sternen.
Ist wie das oft so geht aus einem Eindruck heraus entstanden. Freue mich auf jede Kritik.
My Orange
The blazing red makes me stare
Right into the sun.
A pool of flames Im diving into.
The blistering flares cross my eyes,
Sharply scan the iris,
A bottomless well theyre falling into.
And something they acquire,
Some fluid thought of passion.
And anything they acquire
Evaporates all over my head.
The eyeballs turn red, oh how the light stings,
Pupils soaring on silvery razor wings.
Seducing rays, my orange, now I see all!
Temptation paints me, ready for the fall.
And something they acquire,
Even if its only me.
And anything they acquire
Leaves this world behind.
The longing, overwhelming, vaporize me,
Make the buried potions come to be!
Seducing rays, my orange, fervent wall,
Beyond thou I can hear the nothing call.
Oh my orange, golden sight,
Seize the colours
Departures fever, restless light,
Drink my mind.
Oh my orange wanderlust,
Dancing flares
Into coppery stains of rust,
The nothing calls.
Ist wie das oft so geht aus einem Eindruck heraus entstanden. Freue mich auf jede Kritik.
My Orange
The blazing red makes me stare
Right into the sun.
A pool of flames Im diving into.
The blistering flares cross my eyes,
Sharply scan the iris,
A bottomless well theyre falling into.
And something they acquire,
Some fluid thought of passion.
And anything they acquire
Evaporates all over my head.
The eyeballs turn red, oh how the light stings,
Pupils soaring on silvery razor wings.
Seducing rays, my orange, now I see all!
Temptation paints me, ready for the fall.
And something they acquire,
Even if its only me.
And anything they acquire
Leaves this world behind.
The longing, overwhelming, vaporize me,
Make the buried potions come to be!
Seducing rays, my orange, fervent wall,
Beyond thou I can hear the nothing call.
Oh my orange, golden sight,
Seize the colours
Departures fever, restless light,
Drink my mind.
Oh my orange wanderlust,
Dancing flares
Into coppery stains of rust,
The nothing calls.
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