Murder Tales

Blood on my Cresent Blade, for I,

my People have I Slayed.

And Cried, at the sight of the Moon,

as I was caught in the middle of the Red Typhoon.

Sad truth is but a preface,

as to wipe out this whole damn race.

Undeserving of life, murderers,

and I, murderer of murderers.

Reflection

Hi...
Have you ever wondered how disturbing can a reflection in moving waters be?

This is not me. This is not my face.
Do not stare. Do not approach.
It is not safe. It is not real.
I'm scared. I'm terrified.
Where shall this maddened waters push me to?
Unsteady and unpredictable, a slave to their desires.

Do you even recognise me anymore?
I do not.
Help me, I cannot take it.
I plea you don't walk away,
I'm so powerless,
so merciless and cruel...
Save me!

Stop me, before it's too late.
No one has to get hurt in the end, right?
Now Run! -No, you can't abandon me...
Hide! -I've stayed hidden for too long...
The voices, they never stop...
I do not deserve to live. -But I am not guilty yet.
My thoughts are...
What is the meaning of all this anyway?
Dead End -Or?

Maybe we can work this out.
Maybe...
But only if you stayed by my side...

Hi self.

In Distortion I Perish

A borrowed ego or a borrowed body?
Red or black the bets are set.
Tie them tight, it has been said...

"The moment they cherished and in the ashes of them a new world perished."
As if what happened was enough to protect the ones that chose to be lost.
Eyes reflecting lies laid on an infinate struggle, as if crawling through a flame,
to purify, to burn the unnesecities.
Those pests amongst the "people".

And god forbid me to say that i am tempted.
The shadow unleashed shall derive the power of creation,
for the acts and deeds depend on its form.
A valiant wisdom, an art of deception?

Attuned to the rhythm of a fluent projection
Who shall lead? Who shall leave?
"Thou hast seen, thou hast been"
Colours are made of colours
as people are made of sins
and sins are made of people,
manmade illusions to keep us spinning between the lines.
A spider that got caught up in the web of its neighbour
is indeed a sad momentum,
building up a continuation of the most bitter-painted truth.

Depictures life's blossom
What if dreams were not ciggarettes?
gradually turning into ash
piling up layer by layer.
"Enjoy" them while they lead you to a new decadence.

Then find the perfect urn for a life's memorial
and blow it all away when the time comes
if the time ever comes,
in this world freedom rarely lasts...

And I envy,
the gentle breeze of the wind
for it carries the ashes into the far away lands i've hoped for,
but im not allowed to...
I feel it, noone said that I had to understand it too.

And if i say i was never tempted to,
I would be a liar
So carry them away...
The places, and the roles of this play have been given.
After all what are we?
If I answer it would be an act of folly, a fools reply
and if i did not, a coward would I be called.
Heros are fools they say,
brainwashed puppets in the hands of masterminds.
All those fights for the ash,
of an anon's dream? - a piece of land.
Missing the breeze that melts and soothes the pain of existance.

Bend me into the given shape, if you can,
thinking does no good after all.
I could believe you if i chose to,
the art of deception...
It can hide true colours, can distort the picture
and in there I can blend in
Distort me...
A farewell to the wind, which i was not allowed to travel with...

A Coward's Bloody Rose

And death shall be the sweetest poison
for my name shall remain unknown.

A cursed life have I chosen,
of a lost lifetime the sour wine I have tasted
and doomed myself to crawl among the strangers.

Twisted is our nature,
the night's dark veil our only guardian
and its creatures we call family.

My time has yet to come.
But my poor fabled soul has awakened.
No, it cannot be.
This melody and the white rose.
Haunting memories of the realm of innoscence.
I cannot restrain myself any longer.

What a majestic moment,
but I shall not witness my victory.

All that shall be left of me,
a coward's bloody rose...

Stairway to Infinity

Kathome edo sto andro tis akolasias mou ke agnantevo to keno, osa perasane mesa stin rapsodia mias stigmis, mias mikris zois.

Somehow words are never enough,
somehow the meaning gets lost in translation.
Anyone can read words,
the difficult part is reading the silence.
Most people are afraid of the dark,
so few seek its guidance,
so few find its wisdom.
The dark is the unseen,
the silence the unspoken.
The beauty of seeying what your eyes can't see.
To perceive what all your sences fail to.
Infinity.

Afto Pou Ftiaxni Tis Skies

Skotinia ston ourano sas ma atenizo to keno

s' afti tin psixri ke afilokseni politia pou me eriksan ta xronia.

Ta xronia pou kilisan san xionia

stivagmena se mia troxia gia to pouthena

perimenontas tin avgi na ta aggaliasi me to fos tis

dinnontas tous mia pio aoristi morfi

ekini pou xarizi eleftheria

ke ta perithoria stenevoun otan to telos ine i arxi.

Petrines apsixes morfes na me kitazun

sti mesi tis kosmosirrois ton aniparxton vrethika ke ego.
Tragikes morfes pou sernonte xoris ixni

san anastenagmos pou svinni

etsi xannonte ki afti...

Ena aeriko mou psithirise ta magika ta logia

tin diadromi gia tou paramithiou tin xora

lipame ma den me perni pia i ora

vlepo to fos pou plisiazi ke tromazo.

To fos ine pou ftiaxni tis skies otan kanenas den to vlepi

ke ego arnoume na gino alli mia skia sti mavri tous tin thalassa.

Trexo mesa stin nixta me svista fanaria ke svismenes elpides

san ena agrimi kinigimeno sta egkata tou dasous...

And Let Me Be Real

Midnight Sky Delights...
The Seductive Silence...
Thrill me.
Amaze me.
Captivate me.

I have a wish,
while I’m blessed by a newborn bliss
to provoke the thought,
erase all scripts,
challenge the stars...

Blindfold me,
so I can see what I currently cannot perceive...
Tie me up in the net of your world...
Make me sink deep in the core your thoughts,
just to taste your immortality...
Let me be a part of this magnificent beauty...
Just for a moment...
This sacred moment...

Once Loved

Kill me she whispered
with a voice of a stranger
as her insane laughter
echoed across the night

This wasn't her
It couldn't be...
This wasn't the one I loved
Not my girl, just the monster she has become

I have to end this
Memories flooded me, happy ones...
She was gone forever now
The one I loved was long lost...

My sword closed tighter around my hands
as I was trying to avoid the obvious
I closed my eyes
just feeling the breeze of this coal black night

Shadows or intruders?
the lingering scent was spreading
begging me to win, begging me to kill
to kill what I once loved...

Tattooed Love

The colours are injected
the ink spreads dries and scars
as the needles pierce my skin
but I'm too numb to feel the pain

Full of riddles you are
and this tattoo is all I have
Expressionless
pushing me further into madness

Am I a masochist for loving you?
Tattooed love...
Injected colours into my arm
Your true colours, shades of black...

Now I can have your "heart"...
Forever tattooed in my arm
forever tattooed and mine...
Missing your real one I could never have...

The Liar In Me

Trekse tora, fige makria. Gia mena pia min psaksis, min lipithis, min me skeftis.

Emena den tha dis, emena den tha vris, monaxa tin orgi mou, pou perni me tin via tin parakseni morfi mou.

O ponos stin kardia isvalli, ta perni ola me mania, tis stigmes pou zisame, emas, mas diagrafi.

To kathe mou sagapo, tora leksis koufies ke kenes, iposxesis adies. Ena psema monaxa, apati egine megali. Mia ikona pou zografisa gia ta dika sou matia, mia paresthisi pou sou xarisa ke egine kommatia.

Ekini mera i makrini, otan tha exo ksexasti, se neo topo tha me vri. To katheti pou erxete, na kseris kapote pos fefgi. Afti tin fora omos girismo den exi.

He Lays Here

He lays down on the grass
Alone...
Lost and Forgotten...
His eyesight too blur to see the stars

He gazes with an empty look
The sky...
But he does not truly see a thing
Cold...

He lays here
while the children play accross the street
while mom bakes a cake he'll never taste
while life goes on around him

But he just lays here...
Without love, without a friend
Without someone to care
Without someone he can say goodbye to...

So he just lays here...

My Black Hearted Princess

This is a song for my black hearted princess
this is a story engraved with pain
in the era when the need for destruction embraced the urge to love
in the era that the darkness took over my soul

So long we have been waiting
for that veil to be removed
'till so long reached forever
'till we were sick of waiting

Tears, oh tears
the most beautiful crystals
constructed with an honest pain
sparkling seeds of the eyes I love the most

Vulnerable at last
when the time comes
and the time came
for your sins to be paid

Right or wrong
Black or white
It really doesn't matter anymore
It's all just titles

I tried to show you the world,
you said you were blind
I said, you just didn't wanna see...
You just chose to live in your own version of reality

Just hide your face from the world that hurts you
shut your eyes I'm here in your darkest tower
frozen by the fear of you
you are just a myth, my black hearted princess...

The Cure

Leaving behind,
all I ever loved
all I ever wanted
all I ever dreamt...

Empty and numb,
I've even walked away from the pain
and I still walk now...

Somehow it feels good
having nothing to care about
having nothing to lose

The ultimate freedom...
Do I really want it?
It doesn't really matter...
I never got to chose for myself
'till today...

A newborn sensation
having no limits
feeling no danger...

For once in my life I'll be the risky one,
the one who's not reliable or trusworthy
I've stepped out of my cage
and now I'll step beyond my station,
turning back is not an option anymore...

I'd like to feel the adrenaline to it's maximum,
spread the terror to the hearts of the petty people
those that live under the reign of fear of loss
After all I used to be one of them...
Maybe I can even "cure" them,
exactly like they did to me...

Rotten Meat In Our Tomb

Let's just sit together now
and talk about the future darling
when you'll be away and I'll be slaying
all the people that you ever loved

When you'll wake up from your deep sleep
you'll see everything sick I've done for you
and we'll celebrate together in our tomb of eternal rest
projected by the twisted technology I have created

Let's just paint it all crimson,
we've got lots of "paint" here
nothing goes to waste my darling
in our gleeful dance of rotten meat

I promise I'll cook for you,
as I said a while ago, killing is the greatest joy
corpses all the way to Hell to lead you darling
I am the monster here and you can't save yourself

Too bad all the fun is over
sunrise comes and vanishes all
but I promise I'll be here for you darling
when all the light in your soul is gone...

Des to Allios

Kalimera ipa, ke anniksa ta matia mou gia na antikriso ena tholo ourano.

Ena sinnefiasmeno vlemma gia na kitazo, to grizo pou krivi to galazio.
Mesa stous tixous tha klisto, ke pia den tha to vlepo, thelo na krivome ap tis zois to peplo.

I omorfia tou kosmou sou, na krivi tosi friki, kserontas poso matei ine i figi.

Vlepo oti vlepis, ma to vlepo allios. Kathe leksi exi diaforetiki xria, otan alli foni tin xromatizi.

Thripsalla kommatia ginete to kathe oniro pou fefgi. Mia elpida makrini pou girismo den exi. Meres na kilane askopa, vouva ke o xronos trexi.

Klise ta matia sou ke des afto pou vlepo, den ine oute asximo ma oute ke oreo. San dilitirio kilai i pikra sto kormi mou ke san glikia parigoria mou perni tin zoi mou.

Kalinixta ke xannome ksana mes sti siopi mou, sto skotadi to avato pou krivi i sigi mou, sto kathe antio pou sou xarisa mazi me tin psixi mou...

The End

Faded and rusty memories that decay
the former glory of one moment's dare

And so I gazed upon you...
completely at odds with reality
trapped in an endless circle of sorrow and regret
And so you gazed upon me...
I never hoped that you'd understand especially now,
haunted by the shadows of fears they've planted in my head
taken over inch by inch
unable to stay, impossible to escape
making me feel uneasy with what I felt back then,
then when all seemed to fall into place...

An outlook of a world intertwined with my new perception
the seeds of doubt have been planted,
it's far too late to look back now
when hope seems to vanish
when breath seems to shorten...

Cracks into the construct of the perfect logic,
the one corrupted by greed and ambition
misleading us into those paths we never intended crossing...
They never believed in us
cause we never truly believed in ourselves...
We never found what we sought
cause it never matched their wishes

And here we end up again...
gazing upon each other
eyes speaking the words our mouths could never say,
the sayings of the heart the mind desperately tries to bury...

They won...
It's alright, one must know when to walk away
when it's time for the wounds to be healed
It's alright...
As long as we have each other...

The One that Loved you to Death

Hello my love,
Together forever we promised
Eternity forgotten, eternity wasted
We can be what we once were

I'm still here my love,
waiting for your return
the day we'll be together again
the day of my salvation

Don't cry my love,
death will never be the one to tear us apart
No matter what happens
I'll forgive you that's what you said

I'm sorry my love,
I can't be what you want me to be
I'll always be me
The one that loved you to death...

Together Forever

Ithela na sou po pos kapies nixtes se skeftome...

Ne tote to niosa, se misisa st' alithia. San musiki, glikia ma apomakri tha se exo stin kardia mou. San tragoudi apoxeretismou tis aprositis outopias pou mou xarises. Den iparxi xoros gia alla dakria, oxi tora, mono mia glikopikri sigi pou kouvala tis anamnisis ton oson zisame. Ta sintrimia ton xartinon pirgon pou xtisame, ta onira pou gremmistikan se mia stigmi.

Se thimame na gelas, xaroumeni ke eleftheri. Ekanes tin kardia mou na skirtai monaxa me ena sou vlemma, oi leksis perittes. Sta matia sou vriskontan ola ta asteria, olo mou to simpan. Ipirksa gia sena. Ke tora i apousia sou avastaxa dini tin thesi tis ston pono. San foties pou me perikiklonnoun ta lathoi, me kene, me skotonnoun, mou klevoune arga ti zoi. Ne se skeftome, ke s'agapo...

Osa ke na mas xorizoun, ego tha kratao afta pou mas enonnoun san sterni ikona sto mialo, san ena oniro tholo, tha se kratao edo... Oso ke na se makria, gia mena tha se edo. Edo pou se ethapsa sto piso meros tis kardias mou. Eki opou den mpori na se pari kanis, eki pou tha ise monaxa diki mou...

Na prosexis mikri mou, ekina ta matia pou agapo. Na se kala ke eftixismeni, mono afto zito.

(Mess)age

Turn around and face


the screams of pain that you ignored,


before the horror reaches your eyes,


before the terror touches your soul...




"If we can live with the knowledge that death is our constant companion, traveling on our 'left shoulder,' then death can become in the words of Don Juan, our 'ally' still fearsome but continually a source of wise counsel. With death's counsel, the constant awareness of the limit of our time to live and love, we can always be guided to make the best use of our time and live life to the fullest. But if we are unwilling to fully face the fearsome presence of death on our left shoulder, we deprive ourselves of its counsel and cannot possibly live or love with clarity. When we shy away from death, the ever-changing nature of things, we inevitably shy away from life."

- M. Scott Peck


Today,

before the darkness blinds your sight...

And So I Walked

Perpatisa ke akousa kapiou pediou tragoudi
Ta asteria xathikan mprosta sto fos tou iliou
To kimma espase stou potamou tis oxthes
Ke to tragudi esvise stin proti kalinixta

Opsi thampi ke aoristi
Vlemmata apsixa kena
Enas kosmos nekros
Matomeni gi

Perpatisa ke patisa ena mikro louloudi
Prin na zisi ego tou pira ti zoi

Den girizo piso ipa
Tha figo
Den girizo piso
Mono pou akoma ime edo
Stekome sto idio simio
As kano to proto vima

Ke tote perpatisa...
Tous nomous pou eftiaksa ego,
tous patisa...