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Edge Of Sanity - Crimson
imagination to end her reign.
Remember these words, and be strong!"

The chosen few were sacrificed for the others life.
They were the bait, they would seal the soldiers fate.
A massive grave, to break the soldiers spell.
The forces fell into the abyss, never to rise again.

Towards the queen the last of the brave ones wandered,
To terminate this creature non-divine.
The loss of troops forced her powers to release the magic
Uncontrolled that had wasted a thousand soul.

The palace controlled by demons
Is the heart of all evil possessed.
By the queen and her unholy servants.
"If we destroy it, the earth will be ours
And it will bring us eternal existance.
We'll pray for the gift of breeding.
This is a game we can't concede,
It is worth all the blood we may bleed".

We must close the gate so she can't return.
We'll seal her fate, watch her temple burn.
And We'll capture her soul
eposz, 2018. augusztus 02. csütörtök, 07:19
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eposz, 2018. július 12. csütörtök, 01:36
Szép akkor is ha karácsonyi reklám
Angol dalszöveg
My head is filled with ruins
Most of them are built with you
Now the dust no longer moves
Don't disturb the ghost of you

They are empty, they are worn
Tell me what we built this for
On my way to something more
You're that one I can't ignore

I'm gonna miss you
I still care
Sometimes I wish we never built this palace
But real love is never a waste of time

Yeah I know just what you're saying
And I regret ever complaining
About this heart and all its breaking
It was beauty we were making

And I know we'll both move on
You'll forgive what I did wrong
They will love the better you
But I still own the ghost of you

I'm gonna miss you
I'm still there
Sometimes I wish we never built this palace
But real love is never a waste of time

I'm gonna miss you
I'm still
anyu65, 2017. november 28. kedd, 23:34
William Shakespeare C. szonett

Hol vagy, Múzsám, hogy dalod oly soká
Felejti azt, aki minden erőd?
Szent dühöd méltatlanra száll alá,
S te fakulsz, hogy a hitvány fénybe sződd?
Térj vissza, feledékeny Múzsa, hogy
Zengj, és pótold sok mulasztásodat,
Zengj a fülnek, mely becsüli dalod
S tolladnak tárgyat és szellemet ad.
Föl, rest Múzsa, légy a szép arc bírája:
Látsz kedvesemén akár egy redőt?
S ha látsz, légy a hanyatlás szatírája
S gúnyolj mindenütt roncsot és Időt.
Tedd híressé őt, mielőtt levágja
Az idő görbe kése és kaszája.

Sonnet C.

Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long,
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
Return forgetful Muse, and straight redeem,
In gentle numbers time so idly
chillik, 2015. november 02. hétfő, 18:01
William Shakespeare XV. szonett

Ha meggondolom, hogy csak egy rövid
Percig teljes mind, ami nő s virágzik,
S e roppant színpad csak olyat mutat,
Amit titkos csillag-parancs irányít;

Ha látom, egy az ember s a növény,
Egyazon ég húzza föl s rontja le:
Friss nedvben ragyog, lankad, túl delén,
S kopik daliás emlékezete, -

A múlás eszméje mindig elő-
Ragyogtatja legdúsabb tavaszod,
Melyben küzd már a romlás s az idő,
Hogy mocskos éjbe fojtsa szép napod;

S küzdve az idővel, mely elragad,
Mert szeretlek, én feltámasztalak.

Sonnet XV.

When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and checked even by the self-same
chillik, 2015. október 12. hétfő, 06:42
Fiatalság - szépség - egészség - élet ...
~ Mire észrevettem, hogy ő egy szélhámos, addigra már összetörte a szívem...

Sometimes we smile just to keep back the tears.
~ Néha csak azért mosolygunk hogy visszatartsuk a könnyeinket.

Nothing is more painful than realising he means everything to you but you are nothing to him...
~ Semmi sem fájdalmasabb annál, amikor rájössz, hogy ő számodra mindent jelent, de te semmit sem jelentesz neki.

I'm not sad for you, but I'm sad for all the time I had to waste coz I learned the truth.
~ Nem szomorkodom miattad, csak amiatt, hogy ennyi időt elpazaroltam, míg rájöttem az igazságra..

Being happy doesn't mean everything is totally perfect.
~ Boldognak lenni nem azt jelenti hogy minden tökéletes...

I'm sorry I can't be perfect..
~ Sajnálom nem lehetek tökéletes

Listen to your heart, before you tell him goodbye.
~Hallgass a szívedre, mielőtt azt mondod neki, viszlát

You should know that the lies
szupernagyi, 2015. február 05. csütörtök, 20:00
Meryl Streep hitvallása
jövök ki azokkal, akik képtelenek bátorítani és dicsérni. Untatnak a túlzások és nehezen viselem azokat, akik nem szeretik az állatokat. És mindezek felett, nincs többé türelmem azokhoz, akik nem érdemlik meg a türelmemet." - Meryl Streep hitvallása, José Micard Teixeira portugál író szavai.

A szöveg angol eredetije

“I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I've become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me. I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust
anyu65, 2014. szeptember 03. szerda, 23:00

And quake in frigid purgatorial fires

Of which the flame is roses, and the smoke is briars.

The dripping blood our only drink,

The bloody flesh our only food:

In spite of which we like to think

That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood—

Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.


So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years—

Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l'entre deux guerres

Trying to use words, and every attempt

Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure

Because one has only learnt to get the better of words

For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which

One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture

Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate

With shabby equipment always deteriorating

In the general mess of
nagyuska, 2013. október 06. vasárnap, 13:28

Before a Cat will condescend

To treat you as a trusted friend,

Some little token of esteem

Is needed, like a dish of cream;

And you might now and then supply

Some caviare, or Strassburg Pie,

Some potted grouse, or salmon paste -

He's sure to have his personal taste.

(I know a Cat, who makes a habit

Of eating nothing else but rabbit,

And when he's finished, licks his paws

So's not to waste the onion sauce.)

A Cat's entitled to expect

These evidences of respect.

And so in time you reach your aim,

And finally call him by his NAME.

So this is this, and that is that:

And there's how you ad-dress a Cat!

A macska megszólítása (Hungarian)

Sokféle macska él, igaz,

De véleményem róluk az,

Hogyha jellemük titka
nagyuska, 2013. október 04. péntek, 19:22
That every prison that men build
Is built with bricks of shame,
And bound with bars lest Christ should see
How men their brothers maim.

With bars they blur the gracious moon,
And blind the goodly sun:
And they do well to hide their Hell,
For in it things are done
That Son of God nor son of Man
Ever should look upon!

The vilest deeds like poison weeds
Bloom well in prison-air:
It is only what is good in Man
That wastes and withers there:
Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate,
And the Warder is Despair

For they starve the little frightened child
Till it weeps both night and day:
And they scourge the weak, and flog the fool,
And gibe the old and grey,
And some grow mad, and all grow bad,
And none a word may say.

Each narrow cell in which we dwell
Is foul and dark latrine,
And the fetid breath of living Death
Chokes up each grated screen,
nagyuska, 2012. január 14. szombat, 21:26
humming-bird shimmers, where the neck of the long-lived

swan is curving and winding,

Where the laughing-gull scoots by the shore, where she laughs her

near-human laugh,

Where bee-hives range on a gray bench in the garden half hid by the

high weeds,

Where band-neck'd partridges roost in a ring on the ground with

their heads out,

Where burial coaches enter the arch'd gates of a cemetery,

Where winter wolves bark amid wastes of snow and icicled trees,

Where the yellow-crown'd heron comes to the edge of the marsh at

night and feeds upon small crabs,

Where the splash of swimmers and divers cools the warm noon,

Where the katy-did works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree over

the well,

Through patches of citrons and cucumbers with silver-wired leaves,

Through the salt-lick or orange glade, or under conical firs,

Through the
nagyuska, 2011. november 08. kedd, 19:03
cause of mourning neuer hadst afore:

Vp grieslie ghostes and vp my rufull ryme,

Matter of myrth now shalt thou haue no more.

For dead she is, that myrth thee made of yore.

Dido my deare alas is dead,

Dead and lyeth wrapt in lead:

O heauie herse,

Let streaming teares be poured out in store:

O carefull verse.

Shepheards, that by your flocks on Kentish downes abyde,

Waile ye this wofull waste of natures warke:

Waile we the wight, whose presence was our pryde:

Waile we the wight, whose absence is our carke.

The sonne of all the world is dimme and darke:

The earth now lacks her wonted light,

And all we dwell in deadly night,

O heauie herse,

Breake we our pypes, that shrild as lowde as Larke,

O carefull verse.

Why do we longer liue, (ah why liue we so long)

Whose better
nagyuska, 2010. november 20. szombat, 20:55
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