Si mortii pot dansa [fragment SS-ist]

W.A.P.-White Against Photography

Awaken now as we arise
And as we rain death from the blackened sky
Hear the deadly,final cries,
As a man keeps asking "why?!"
now-
See the final liberation,
Unaffeted by termination,
The calling of the bells at night
As the cannon shells take flight
Knowing that this isn't right
All from the painfull loss of action!


We will die today!
W.A.P. is the only way! 2x

See the world's drowned in fear
No feeling of pity,no single tear,
Now realize that the end is near
As consequent reaction!
The apocalyptic horsemen four
Led by the one who kill war
Delivering upon us the finally judgement day
Because war is always the only way
Shatter hope for another dawn
Because the light of god is gone.


We will die today!
W.A.P. is the only way! 2x

Now watch the burning fire
The end of your desire
With hope that you may sire
The unholy empire
See the million dying
See the children crying
Demonic shadows flying
And the whole world keeps lying!
Die in this Ragnarok
Suffering from the shell shock
Insanity that follows 
Within the sea of sorrow
I think we've suffered enough 3x


We will die today!
W.A.P. is the only way! 2x

Through the fire of the end
With my gun I will go to defend,
Smashing and breaking enemy line
My rage and my hate until death is divine
I see cruching men into dust
Drinking the blood of power lust
So this time I fight back
And killin' as they attack


We will die today!
W.A.P. is the only way! 2x

Destroying all that you see!


We will die today!
W.A.P. is the only way! 2x

When the hordes of soldiers I slay
A bomb became the light of day
Why have you been forsaken?
Why has this unfortunate life been taken?
Why have we all apart been torn?
And why do  we suffer each other's scorn?
Mankind is reaching the end
Of the violence and we try to defend
Making the death and revelation
When the world is blind to salvation
The soldiers fall into death
As the world draws final breathe!




We will die today!
W.A.P. is the only way! 2x

Die,die,dieeee...


We will die today!
W.A.P. is the only way! 4x


W.A.P. is the only way...

...Satanei

Sase capete rupte,
In sase pentagrame,
Sangele din morti,
Razvratirea din om,
Carne de lacom,
Lesinat de boala,
La cererea Satanei.


Sase altare de sange,
Cu sase stele aliniate,
Devoreaza,impletesc
Sase,sase,sase...
La capete si maini,
Lame taind...
La comanda Satanei.


Suflete de fel,
Si'un dans de umbre,
Degradand povestea religiei,
Venind din Ceruri...
"Un crestin ucis"
Increderea noastra,e pacat;
Lupti,manuind pumnalul,
La puterea Satanei.


Crestinii se aduna,
Printre demoni se hranesc,
Sub cer intunecat,
Asteapta ca Dumnezeu sa cada.
Lipsiti de plansuri,
Printre noroaie,
Prin ura,omenirea vrea o teama,
Calea stanga...
In viziunea Satanei!

L.U.N.A.

                                                           m-am intins pe patul gol,in umbra vechilor amintiri,
                                                          ochii tai se oglindesc acum in razele noptii,
                                                           pot sa-ti simt caldura intoxicandu-mi pasiunea,
                                                          si ma tragi infometata,mai adanc,si mai adanc,
                                                           pana ce sufletu-ti va tipa.


                                                          acum am ajuns si eu la stele,
                                                         prin mangaieri,sarutarile tale elibereaza focul esentei,
                                                          muscandu-te pan' la ultimul patrar.

Chip de cafea

trebuie sa ajungem la stele,
sa ne iubim in noapte,
c-o nuanta de safir,necunoscut.


numele tau...
va trece peste buzele mele,
impotmolite in suspin,
iar harpa te va juca prin vis,

cand umbra mea te va cuprinde...


atunci vei stii gustul meu,
trebuie sa ajungem la stele,
sa ne iubim in noapte.

Etaje fumegande

I.

urmele ecourilor pe holuri,marmura zdrobesc,

lanterne verzi flacara-n usile de fier,

minti,suflete,trairi,

vieti de ostasi,

nevazuti,

cu capetele spanzurate,

un inel de argint le da tarcoale,

pe frunte s-aseaza sangele pe frunte,

parul tasneste-n energii cosmice,

prin ceata-n imbibata-n benzen,

lucruri mistice,

cascade in peretii tronului de oase,

apa este neagra.

luciu vietii lor

degaja lumini de sulf,

II.

urmele ecourilor pe holuri,usile pocnesc,

cosmaruri verzi se regasesc in neonuri,

ficat,creier,saliva,

sange de ostasi,

torturati,

tipand disperati,

o mana sfartecandu-le soaptele,

ragusiti se prabusesc in vis.

III.

urmele ecourilor pe holuri,oasele zbiara,

numele meu le zambeste-n suflete,

razbunare,moarte,suferinta,

esenta de ostasi,

macelariti,

zdrobindu-si ultima suflare,

de marmura peretilor,

plangand negru in fantana de argint.

IV.

mi-am deschis ochii,

urmele ecourilor pe holuri,macabru dispar.

Poets?

The poem hides from the poet.
Right there, underneath the house,
with mice and frogeyes-where the mouse dies
in pain.  The writer has glasses on the table,
filled with writers passion.  The poet flees from the poem,
on the table.  And humanity´s Hamlet, what six legged creature
can write like Shakespeare? The poem escapes so grab it with 
steelfingers,  before it goes-print, into the dark wide room.