Kunst und Stahl
Du sah mich,
in der hellen Schwärzung.
Das kalte Licht
war eine Warnung.
Du bist zu mir gekommen,
Deine Augen waren wie Stahl.
Du wisst, was wir wollen...
.............nächstes mal.
Es gab einen Vollmond.
Es war eine schöne Nacht.
und diese alte Wunde
heilt durch Mitternacht.
Du hatte nicht meinen Namen,
überhaupt gekannt.
aber Ihre heftigen Augen
hatte liebte meine kunst.
Du hatte liebte..... mich.
~Gedichte des das Hellspawn
English: (a pretty literal translation of what i wrote... it doesnt rhyme in english or sound good either. =\ but it sounds pretty damn nice auf deutsch.)
Art and Steel
You saw me
In the bright darkness
The cold light
Was like a warning.
You came to me
Your eyes were like steel
You know what we want...
..........Next time.
There is a full moon,
It’s a beautiful night,
And these old wounds
Will heal by midnight.
My name, you have
never known.
But your violent eyes
Loved my art.
You loved..... me......
~poems of the Hellspawn
6 Comments:
AWWWWWWWW....
The Devil's offspring has a romantic side....
BWAAHAHAHAHAAHA
yes yes...
but that only appears when he is TOLD to write a romantic poem lol.
yeah... thts the kind of german hw i like :D
~Hellspawn - (the Devil incarnate) :P
Yes, I am waiting...still waiting, soaked in moon light, my eyes expectatly gazing into the dark abyss of time .
who wrote that?^^ i just noticed it...
~King
How does it matter now....?
...or ever...
Post a Comment
<< Home