There’s nobody here, there’s nobody near
I try not to care, dead eyes always stare
Let these matters be, don’t trust what you see
Take hold of your time, step into the line
There’s innocence torn from its maker
And stillborn, the trust in you
This failure has made the creator
So would you tell him what to do
Leave your mark upon the head of someone
Who’ll cry for his state, we know it’s too late
I turn round to see what was meant to be
Faint movement release to rid the disease
There’s innocence torn from its maker
And stillborn, the trust in you
(I have lost all trust I had in you)
This failure has made the creator
So would you tell him what to do
(I have lost all trust I had in you)
Angel cried last night; it was something in her dreams,
Carving pictures on her bedroom wall, she wonders what it means, But gets by inside by saying it’s not real,
There’s no reason to confuse myself no matter what it seems.
Angel lied last night to amputate her fears,
With no question she exhumes herself from possibilities. Close your eyes it’s fine by saying it’s not real,
There’s no reason to forgive myself no matter what it seems.
And if I could grow some wings I’d fly away home…
Flowers
I had a dream, far away from here,
Far away from you, far from all the pain.
With strength in numbers, the sad betrayal braves,
Return to desecrate those memories again.
And there you were taking flowers from my grave … I kiss the ground but I can hardly breathe,
As you scrape me from the pavement once again.
Safety in numbers, you thought I’d washed away,
But I’m still waiting for the rain…
Thee I invoke, bornless one
All woman, pure predator
Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell
Like a seething fall from grace
Thee I worship…
Thou art darkest Gabrielle
Lilith who rode the steed
Thou art pale Hecate
Rising from Thessaly
Crush their unworthy idols
No church shall bar our path
Seductive Evil, drink your fill
Of the bleeding Christ in your arms
Thou art in my dreams
The darkness in my eyes
The rapture in my screams
Black Goddess arise
Nothing will keep us apart
We could kill them all
If our desire tore free
Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve
As the night draws in beside her
As we embrace the dark with designs
I pour my soul to those eyes of fire
As I bury my seed deep inside
Archangel, snare the flesh
suck dry the ebbing wound
leave them lifeless and broken
my beloved…
Oh, how I craved for you
You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter
Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight?
And the fear retreats forever
(come to me…Black Goddess arise)
When my secrets are buried in thine
(come to me…Black Goddess arise)
Under seven stars we came together
(come to me…Black Goddess arise)
To plot the new age’s decline
(come to me…ARISE!)
Ishtar my Queen
Come forth to me
And help me seize
My future from the House of Death
That in the release of immortality
I should slay their fucking Nazarene
Ah…the lies…the Jew…I kill for you
Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm
As love secretes the thrill for war
The virgin raped shall seek to whore
She-wolf bare your snarling jaw
…che arriverà almeno almeno a settembre, non preoccupatevi! Sono ancora in fase meditativa… In ogni caso, ho deciso il disegno! Sarà un Valknut:
Devo ancora decidere dove farlo però… Non può essere sui polsi o in posti troppo in vista perchè qualche sfigato pensa che i medici tatuati non siano bravi per cui devo adeguarmi e non può neanche essere sulla pancia visto che si deformerebbe all’inverosimile se per caso decidessi di riprodurmi… Posti possibili:
- schiena in basso a destra (così fa compagnia a ZoSo)
- schiena a metà
- spalla
- clavicola
- ai lati della gabbia toracica
- piede/caviglia (un po’ scontato però)
- avambraccio interno (mi piacerebbe un po’ sotto alla piega del gomito, ma deve fare un male boia)
Ciao a tuttiiiiiiii è un sacco che non scrivo! Ma scommetto che non avete sentito la mia mancanza hehe… In questo periodo sono molto impegnata tra saggi vari (ringrazio tutti quelli che mi sono venuti a sentire al saggio di lirico, non mi aspettavo che veniste in così tanti! XD), gruppo, università… Ma mi sto anche dedicando a cose più piacevoli tra cui in primis l’organizzazione della super vacanza che farò in Norvegia con il mio topo *.* Ora vi illustro il nostro piano:
TAPPA 1: OSLO
TAPPA 2: AALESUND (lo so, ci andrebbe la a con il cerchietto ma non riesco a metterla XD)
Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen,
Tod und Verzweiflung flammet um mich her!
Fühlt nicht durch dich Sarastro Todesschmerzen,
So bist du meine Tochter nimmermehr.
Verstossen sei auf ewig,
Verlassen sei auf ewig,
Zertrümmert sei’n auf ewig
Alle Bande der Natur
Wenn nicht durch dich Sarastro wird erblassen!
Hört, Rachegötter, hört der Mutter Schwur!
Hell’s vengeance boils in my heart,
Death and despair flame about me!
If Sarastro does not, through you, feel the pain of death,
Then you will be my daughter nevermore.
Disowned be forever,
Forsaken be forever,
Destroyed be forever
All the bonds of nature
If you do not make Sarastro turn pale!
Hear, Gods of Vengeance, hear a mother’s oath!
“Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen”, commonly abbreviated “Der Hölle Rache”, is often referred to as “The Queen of the Night Aria”, despite the fact that the Queen of the Night character sings another distinguished aria earlier in the opera, “O zittre nicht, mein lieber Sohn“. It is considered to be one of the most famous opera arias, highly memorable, fast paced and menacingly grandiose.
The aria forms part of the second act of the opera. It depicts a fit of vengeful rage, in which the Queen of the Night puts a knife into the hand of her daughter Pamina and exhorts her to assassinate Sarastro, the Queen’s rival, on pain of denying and cursing Pamina if she does not comply.
The aria is written in D minor, and is scored for pairs of flutes, oboes, bassoons, horns and trumpets, along with timpani and the string section. This is a larger orchestra than for “O zittre nicht” and comprises all the players from the opera as a whole, other than the trombones.
The aria is widely renowned for being a demanding piece to perform well. The aria’s range is two octaves, from F4 to a stunning F6. The piece requires a high tessitura — even for sopranos. The artistic demands of the dramatic context, a vengeful demand for murder, put a heavy demand on even the well-qualified voice.
Lascia ch’io pianga
mia cruda sorte,
E che sospiri la libertà
E che sospiri,
e che sospiri la libertà
Lascia ch’io pianga
mia cruda sorte,
E che sospiri la libertà
Il duolo infranga
queste ritorte
de’ miei martiri
sol per pietà
de’ miei martiri
sol per pietà
Lascia ch’io pianga
mia cruda sorte,
E che sospiri la libertà
E che sospiri,
e che sospiri la libertà
Lascia ch’io pianga
mia cruda sorte,
E che sospiri la libertà
Alla fine ho scoperto che sono un soprano lirico con agilità pronunciata e buoni medi e bassi e non mezzosoprano come credevo! Lo so questo post vi cambierà la vita
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Sono ancora in fase meditativa… In ogni caso, ho deciso il disegno! Sarà un 
