Black Lightning

Don’t be afraid, child

It’s just the world so wild

Don’t you see? It’s hopeless to pray

For a better one – you’ll die anyway

Just listen to the lullaby and smile

As the world doesn’t want to see you cry

Daddy, can I go out and kill tonight?

Please, I just wanna take a life…

Be good forever, child

There’s no place for you to hide

They will surround you wherever you go

Those red eyed will always follow you

Can’t you see? It’s useless to pray

It’s getting worse with every day

Daddy, I need fresh blood tonight…

Please, can I steal a life?

You should be happy, child

The pain you feel is only inside

Why don’t you see? It’s worthless even to try

To make them understand – all is just a lie…

Don’t believe in those tears so fake

No matter what you do, your heart will break

Daddy, you will be the first tonight,

I’m gonna enjoy taking your life

Your scream is useless, child

It does not matter how hard you’ve tried

The pain won’t disappear so easily

You will have to stand it for all eternity

You see, it’s lightning outside, my child…

Consider killing someone else tonight

Protect Me From What I Want

When you got tired of the nodding, of the fake smiling, of being nice…

When you got to hate the mask that your environment forces you to wear…

When your friends disappear for you have got nothing else to offer them…

When you’re alone with your thoughts and realize that whatever choices you make you’re just one step closer to death…

When you’re afraid of yourself, of what you might do to yourself, of what you might do to others…

When you fancy that someone actually might care…

changes

Yesterday I packed my things and went to see the world without any hesitation. No fear, no regrets, no worries, no plans for tomorrow. There was just the pure curiosity, the thirst of learning something new, different, the wish to evolve into something better. Today I think twice before crossing a damn street. Is this what kids do to you? Is this what being a grown-up means, what evolution means? Responsibility, organization, adapting, chains? It’s like I’m trapped inside my own life, and the more I want to find the way out, the more I get buried in the maze. 

once upon a time

I remember those icy winter days when we used to wake up early in the morning to go to my grandfathers’. There was not a single trace of stars on the sky as we set off. The fog was so thick that we hardly could make out each others’ shape even though we were pretty close to one another.  The streets were empty except some cars here and there half buried in the snow. It was a real adventure making our ways on sledges by them. I would pick up snow, make it into balls and start a war against my brother and cousins. When we arrived at last, dripping wet, my grandfather was already waiting fully equipped; he was wearing his leather apron and was sharpening his set of knives and axes. We would sit in the house and jostle for a better position in front of the only window that was looking onto the yard to see grandpa slay the hog. It took three or four men to hold it down as it was weighing about 600 pounds. Even with chains they hardly could control it. Then grandpa stuck a knife in its neck and kept it there until somebody quickly came with a bucket and held it in such a manner that the blood would stream into it. It was a difficult task because the hog kicked and screamed, but they still managed to drain almost all of its blood into the bucket. It was a marvelous view to see that little that was spilled steaming as it came in contact with the snow. Only when the hog stopped moving were we allowed to go outside and taste the fresh blood. Then it was given to the women who were already boiling the rice and were chopping green parsley, dill and other green stuff that would be used to make some fine sausages. Outside the hog was washed with snow and then scorched. I was allowed to hold the torch for a little while. Then it was put on the huge table and grandpa would chop it in pieces, starting with the ears as we hardly could wait to nibble on the tip of them. By the time the sun was high in the sky people were swarming through the yard taking little by little half of the hog with them. The other half of the meat was portioned and put in the freezer. From that point everybody moved inside. The internal organs (heart, liver, kidney, lungs, tongue, spleen) were minced, seasoned, mixed with some rice and pushed into the guts. And so was the boiled blood. The fat was melt and the lard was separated from the scraps; the head, tail, legs and what was left from the ears were boiled and made into aspic.

Too bad my kids won’t experience things like this thanks to our beloved Europe. Now you cannot keep a damn chicken in your own yard in the city as it is considered a source of noise pollution and olfactory discomfort. I keep wondering why they haven’t prohibited the use of cars on the same criteria…

Heartless

When I woke up this morning I realized that we live in this place where you pay or beg people to like you, where love and marriage are businesslike relationships, where you get killed just because you blinked in the wrong direction, where everything and everyone is replaceable, where no one cares whether you live or die. If hell has a description this is it. There’s no use to struggle to change things; you’ll get nowhere. You just blend in and hope that someday someone will make the trees work again.

Nymphétamine Fix

No matter how hard you try, it’s impossible to resist the overwhelming temptation. You see it in the clouds, on your laptop screen, at the end of the aisle in the supermarket. It’s there, in your head, day and night, calling, screaming, driving you crazy. No matter how hard you try to ignore or hide it behind some stupid mask you put on day by day, it’ll keep coming back. The only thing you can do is to yield to it and pursue the object of your sexual attraction, as it won’t go away until it’s yours.

I wish you all a happy and fruitful hunting.

Circle

I’ve talked to hope

the other day she has eloped

and said it’s all hopeless

around is just emptiness

then life came along

lived and sang a happy song

yelled and cried and gave birth to me

and hoped I won’t ever see

she was wrong so wrong

I see the sad and sick still long

they are searching for hope

but she has already eloped

then misery dropped in

forced us to play with sin

and led all to temptation

leaving us without inspiration

some learned to live with it

with her nasty rules full of shit

some laughed had an affair

then showed no care

chaos broke in our hearts

excusing it’s not her fault

that hope made this choice

leaving us without voice

puppets stood on the streets

they’ve been left without dreams

though they live on in their sty

nobody cares why

I taste the blood of my wound

I would stop the pain if I could

but the harder I try the worse it gets

I feel sympathy for death

silence burned me in her flames

took over and let all know her disdain

now it’s useless to believe in hope

she has already eloped…

Join Me

An open invitation to suicide or a gloomy version of Romeo and Juliet? When you come to think about it there’s not much difference between the two. Suicide (in the name of love) is the word you think of when you say Romeo and Juliet. This song is dealing with the same old theme. What’s relatively new is the approach to it. In Vile Valo’s vision to do ‘’the stupidest’’ things for the one you love is something natural, not a goddamn tragedy. We always fall in love with the ‘’wrong’’ person. So I don’t see either what’s so tragic in that. Too bad the public opinion sees just the tragedy of suicide and not the reality behind it. The truth is that there’s some depth in these lines, but the direct meaning of the words cannot just be ignored. ‘’How far would you go for a pair of tits?” That’s something that everybody has to decide for himself. Hopefully no one is that stupid to kill him/herself because of a song. Enjoy.

                                          

Temptations

Cold whispers fly by

Stuck in this moment of time

But still alive

Stubborn child

Just won’t die

Her gaze lost in the dust

Soaked with her blood

Never loved

Believe it or not

Not even by god

Life rushes out

Long lost voices shout

From her veins loud

There’s no sound

Nothingness around

Curious eyes gather

White coats lean over

Force her back faster than ever

Then disappear as they never

Were there

Woken up to a world of ice

Without her disguise

Goodbye paradise

Till next time

It’ll be fine

Shine

Once some dreams of mine

Were at the top of my life

Now they tend to decline

Leaving me not so alive

Hanging in the grave of crime

They keep telling me I’m fine

Keep telling me about that passed time

These stupid dreams still hope to shine

Damn these thoughts and damn this night

Damn all the shooting stars in the sky

Damn those dreams that led me to the light

Damn this world that makes me die

My demons fallen from paradise

I’m burning for you alive

And from my dust will arise

The bloodsprings of those killed by my knife

They must have screamed inside

The whole of nothingness that darkened their mind

Through thousands of dreams my heroes died

Leaving me the emptiness behind

Fallen in the grave of crimes

I continue to follow this path of mine

Killing every breath that chimes

Waiting for that long lost sign

Damn this world and damn its sky

Damn the fallen stars of my life

Damn those tears that I cry

Damn those whispers that come at night

Deeper in the grave of crime

With every single step I dive

And every single breath of mine

Brings me closer to suicide

i am the shadows cast on your bedroom window, the air you breathe in as you fall asleep, i am the morning dew shivering from a leaf of the dark rose on your pillow, i am the prey that can't escape your thoughts, the ghost that haunts your heart, i am just a dream far away from here...