Sopor Aeternus - S(he) is so lovely.

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By far To me one of the "deepest" bands... not because they are DARK AND GOTHIC (gur) but because S(he) struggles from sex identey... S(he) isn't quite a man, or a woman... and S(he) isn't very shy about writing songs about it... I don't know, i think they are very wonderful... There music might not be your taste its all very mellodrmatic.. and cheesy.. but i like it... its good to Belly Dance to.... But at least enjoy the lyrics


"Do you know my name"

I shattered all the mirrors
fearfully hoping that they won´t be able
to remember my face...
Darkest of all lights,
most greedy to embrace,
surrounded by demons and breathing in life...

"I don´t want to be
a perverted temple of my Lord,
though his hands I am, I have forgotten how to hear
or understand his words...!"

Between the tides the time seems endlessly,
the force of habit or whatever
pulled me back into a well-known pain.
what uses the knowledge of my progression(s)
when the old world is gone...-
without a new (one) ´insight´,
with my new-found life
I am homeless again!

"I don´t want to be
a perverted temple of my Lord.
Though his flesh I am, I have forgotten
how to hear or understand his words!"

I am falling down,
back to the lowest sphere(s)...
Do you know my name?
Did you answer?
I just cannot hear..."?



Shake of my soul Would your bare your neck ... to the walking dead ...
Secretly, at least, within the safety of your head?
Tell me, isn't it nice - every once in a while -
Being the centre of attention of a loving,
Loving... Parasite,
Answering your call, the invitation of the scar,
For being wanted - accepted - for the way you feel you are




Anima
The Woman I am no mirror can see,
My breast are still small and my voice is so deep.
The Woman I am unable (she cannot) feel love,
I wish to cut my genitals and feed them to the dogs.
The woman I am prepared to receive the pain.
The needles shall burn only the ugly remains.
Suppression is impossible, I must live it out,
My true self is female how could I ever doubt...





Dreadful Mirror
White as snow lie my lover's bones
in the soft, velvet soil of the vault,
And I, his bride, sleep by his side,
To celebrate our sacred love.
At times it seems that I'm existing only
within some fading memory,
But dreams are all sacred, dreams are all holy ... -
And, by far, still the safest place for my poor soul to be.

Do not speak of the terrible place
that guided your war-horse and your living stake !
We are dancing in circles with the dear living dead,
We are blessed with the corpses that coil 'round our necks.
Please, don't speak of that terrible place,
That once guided your war-horse and your living stake !

We are taking a walk with our dear walking dead,
Feeling blessed with the corpses that feed on our necks.

I caught a glimpse of myself on the other sphere
and for a fleeting moment I forgot the tears.
Dreams are precious ... and - OH - so is sleep,
This, my safest, yet ... by far ... the most fragile of all retreats.

Do not speak of the terrible place
that guided your war-horse and your living stake !
We are dancing in circles with the dear living dead.
We are blessed with the corpses that coil 'round our necks.

Please, don't speak of that terrible place
that once guided your war-horse and your living stake !
We are taking a walk with our dear walking dead,
Feeling blessed with the corpses that feed on our necks ...