Tuesday, February 13, 2007
update
Been adding loads of new pictures to my picture blog, recently got a new camera so hopefully the pictures will be improving a bit! FallOfTheRaven.
Finngálkn and Svartidauði played a gig on friday, with Doomsayer playing in between.
More pictures can be found Here.
I've finally reached my 16th year, threw a little birthday party last weekend, pictures may be found Here.
Well... /blog mood over
untill next time!
-Arna
np: Winds Of Creation - Decapitated
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Sunday, September 24, 2006
^^,
You're all worms and mud, just a question of time
Idealizing the past, old memory seems so beautiful
But the decayed flowers have lost their colors for ever
And what is dead will never be again
I'd like to collect those cute dead bodies
and give'm a new life through death
Where they'd stay pure and silent
But dead fruits rot so fast,
I hate those worms, I hate those flies
The ugliness which drown the past
What death gives me, it's rapidly passes away
I spit on your cemetary which even took your femiveity
As soon as the eyes are gone the human identity fades
Formaldehyde infections to delay the inescapable doom
Destroying the natural way of life,
I bring back the lovely corpse
And fight against the sand of time
Fascination and disgust are twins in the same hell
Why should it end so fast?
Tonight, beyond the gates of death,
I'll break the oblivion process
No god won't make me forget you, my dead angel
Your cadaver enshroud recalls me your wedding dress
Your body cold like ice opens for my damnation
...I'd like our dead love to last forever
...Sometimes I ever hear as if she spoke to me
And one day I'll fuck the earth itself,
that sweet stench of humus and moist
Which so often stole my lust... desire to possess you whore
'cause death put the strike but you erase the so pure remains
Covering my naked body with black and greasy mud,
broken nails on stones
...I'd like our dead love to last forever
...Sometimes I even hear as if she spoke to me
Raping the soil, the betrayer of time
I fill mother earth with tears, blood and sperm
And you puke me as an aborted corpse
To avoid I reach the forbidden paradises
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
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dunno where to start. Started my summer off by going to england. had a great time, met richard of course, which was awesome :) What else..hmm... well theres just been work and more work really since i got back. Sonja's birthday was yesterday :) happy b-day ;** you're the best =*
Lindas gone off to Grimsey for work.. thats a small island nearby Dalvík btw =) but she'll probably be coming home by Friday for good again :)
Well..that's got to be it for now
_arna out_
np: Broken - Seether ft. Amy Lee that song is addicting...soo sad
I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain ‘
Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away
You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore
The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone
You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Fairytale of New York
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
Just Love That Song
Fairytale of New York - The Pogues
Monday, June 19, 2006
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Uuuhm..... yes...that would be all for now xD blogging is boring teehee
-arna out