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Cthulhu i steaampunk - jak tu się nie zachwycić?
Kolekcja rzeczy, które mi się spodobały, rozbawiły mnie, poruszyły, lub zaciekawiły. Mieszanka wpisów poważnych i niepoważnych. Kompletny śmietnik, zabałaganiony prawie tak samo, jak mój pokój.
Birdeatsbaby - The Trouble from Philippa Bloomfield on Vimeo.
Nils Petter Molvaer - Song of Sand from momentum_prod on Vimeo.
All alone in here
I close my eyes
Waiting for the stranger in me
To come alive
Say good-bye to the descending sun
Leave me a crimson sky
With a faint kiss
We are...
We are... walking at the edge of light
Vanished into fog that night
We are (undead)
We are (forever alive)
Stars in a gloomy show
Puppets that faded long ago
Why do you feel doomed?
When you realise
That when you can hear through walls
You had come alive
Feel the vibrant sounds
Feel the pulse
How can they demonise
The real form of life?
We are...
White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack
Bela Lugosi's dead
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box
Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead undead undead
The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time's dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom
Alone in a darkened room
The count
Bela Logosi's dead
Undead undead undead
(Hey Hey!)
Noise from the barn today
(Hey Hey!)
What's in the attic?
(Hey Hey!)
What did the arab say?
(Hey Hey!)
Senses erratic
(More More!)
Don't open that door
(More More!)
It's an encasement
(More More!)
Slime on the kitchen floor
(More More!)
Up from the basement
I'm goin' down to Dunwich
Please don't bother waiting up
(x4)
(No No!)
Into the box you go
(No No!)
Invisible mass
(No No!)
Feed it and watch it grow
(No No!)
Fissuring gas
(Hey Hey!)
Killed any cows today?
(IA! IA!)
Yog Sothoth
(Hey Hey!)
Leaving a trail of grey
(Hey Hey!)
Festering broth
(I'm going down to Dunwich, where the town is sleepy and the people are creepy. I'm going down to Dunwich... I'm going down and I'm not coming back!)
I'm goin' down to Dunwich
Please don't bother waiting up
I forbid ye, maidens a',
that wear goud on your gear,
To come and gae by Caterhaugh,
For young Tom Line is there.