AGATHODAIMON p 1998 "Blacken The Angel"

(Lyrics: Vlad Dracul)

Viata Dormiteaza Germinind Si-O Simt In Jur Universala
Intr-o Nesfirsita Oboseala Si-n Absenta Ultimului Cind
Iar Taina Aerului Otravit Intr-un Inceput De-nnoptare
Alacelui Orizont Nemarginit Adoarme Fara Desteptare

My ruined world 's denying the earthly time
Drained of all emotions...
Immortality: Now be mine!
My ruined dreams - remains of tortured years
Who will be left to wipe away my bitter tears?

Words of sorrow...
sail, travelling on cold winds
Words of tranquility...
fail, dancing on my wounded lips

I'm dying mostly alone
Within life's thin disguise
And I can't tame the blood
And the heart THEY have baptized

The scars burn deeply into my soul
My smile has lost it's brilliance
My words become so trivial...
Loosing all desire,
Loosing all,
but pride.

Cu vehementa miniei tristetea
Difuza se strecoara
Ca un ghimpe de-otrava
al florii vietii vestejite

"Moartea succede vietii,
viata succede la moarte
Alt sens u-are lumea asta,
n-are akt slop si-alta soarta!"

...Caci demult, aici, la marginea vietii
Sub lumina siderala, nu mai traiesc in timp...
Iar calendarul a reintrat in forma lui astrala

"Te vad,
Te aud, te cuget,
Tinara si dulce veste, dintr-un cer cu-alte stele
cu alte vise si alti zei"

...Pe drumuri delirind, pe-o vreme de toamna
Ma urmareste-un Gind, Ce ma-ndeamna:
"Dispari cit mai curind!"
...Caci visu-mi nu-i un dis pamintesc

My ruined world's grasping for a mystic thought
Though the soul's already tired of search
My ruined dreams - Out of reach
And the hopeless soul keeps on waiting,
for whom?
But who's to know?



(Translation: Vlad Dracul/Sathonys)

Leben entwickelt sich langsam, wahrend es schlaft
Ich fuhle es rings um mir,
In einer nicht enden wollenden Mudigkeit
und der Abwesenheit eines letzten Gedanken...

Meine ruinierte Welt verleugnet die irdische Zeit
Entblo?t von allen Emotionen...
Ewigkeit: Sei nun mein!
Meine ruinierten Traume - Uberbleibsel der gefolterten Jahre
Wer wird zuruckbleiben, um meine bitteren Tranen abzuwischen?

Worte des Leidens...
setzen Segel, reisend auf kaltem Winde
Worte der Beruhigung...
scheitern, tanzend auf meinen verwundeten Lippen...

Oft sterbe ich alleine
innerhalb der dunnen Maske des Lebens
Unfahig, mein Blut zu zahmen
und das Herz, das SIE getauft haben

Narben brennen sich tief in die Seele
Mein Lacheln verliert seinen Glanz
Meine Worte werden unbedeutend sein...
ich verliere alle Wunsche,
verliere alles,
Au?er meinen Stolz

Die diffuse Tristesse
schleicht durch das menschliche Gebein,
mit der Vehemenz des Zornes,
wie ein giftiger Dorn
der Blume des verwelkten Lebens!

"Der Tod folgt nach dem Leben,
Leben nach dem Tod,
einem anderen Sinn steht kein Gebot,
kein anderer Zweck, kein anderes Schicksal mag sich regen!"

..denn seit langem, hier, am Rande des Lebens
Unter dem Sternenlicht, lebe ich nicht mehr in dieser Zeit...
Erneut nahm der Kalender seine ursprungliche Astralform an

"Ich sehe dich,
ich hore dich,
su?e und junge Nachricht, aus einem Himmel
mit anderen Sternen und anderen Gottheiten" einem Herbsttag irre ich durch unbekannte Wege
Verfolgt von einem Gedanken, stetig auffordernd:
"Verschwinde so fruh als moglich!"
...denn mein Traum ist kein irdischer Traum

Meine ruinierte Welt greift nach einem mystischen Gedanken
Obwohl die Seele bereits mude ist zu suchen
Meine ruinierten Traume - unerreichbar
Und die hoffnungslose Seele wartet...immerfort...
auf wen?
Aber wer vermag es zu wissen?


Trei cruci de lemn, trei cruci enorme de lemn
Vopsite cu trei culori, pazesc pe marginea soselei
Fintina celor... crediciosi!

Trei cruci pe marginea soselei cu gesturi largi de miini bolnave
Opresc din drum pe calatori si parca-s trei spinzuratori
De care atirna trei crisosi...

Intr-o zi impinsi de-acelasi funerar indemn
Ca dou-armate puse una-n fata alteia
Cumintii se-ntilnira cu nebunii
Copiii mortilor de miine se-ntilnira cu parintii...

"Si-armatele-ncepura lupta la umbra crucilor de lemn
Deoparte flutura stindardul credintei... alb... curat..." albul cel curat, al florilor de nufar
Iar tricolorul nebuniei, inchis cu grija-n cite-in cufar
De craniu omenesc...
Sta gata sa se desfasoare la cea dintii ingenuncheare
A albului domnesc...

Insa-n ziu-aceea cerul innegrit de fum parea
Un tavan de catedrala ce se naruia
"Iar fumul din clopotnitele-aprinse deschidea-n albastrul:"
Drumul altui fum, mai greu, mai negru si-albastrul

Si-n ziu-aceea cerul innegrit de fum parea
Un tavan de catedrala ce se naruia

Si multimea-nspaimintata, spre clopotnitele-aprinse
Se-ndrumeaza grupuri, grupuri, cei cuminti privesc plingind
Pling ca resturile unei armate-nvinse, iar nebunul sta deoparte
Si zimbeste ... fredonind:
"Iar tricolorul nebuniei adapostea pe-nvingatori!!!"



Three wooden crosses
Three huge crosses of wood
Painted with three colors
On the margin of the road
Guarding the fountain of the believers
Three crosses
On the margin of the road
With gestures made by morbid hands
They hinder wanderers whilst passing
Like three gallows on holy lands
Where three christians are hanging...

Inclined by a funeral stir
On a fatal sky, so blur
Like two armies enticed to war
The mad have fallen upon the brave
The children of 'morrows dead
Their parents had met

In the shade of the wooden crosses
The armies began their battle
Aside... the banner of creedance flattered
White and clean
Like the cleanest white men have seen

And the blasphemic flag of madness
Safely embedded in each human skull
Was ready to unfold at the first
Subjugation of the royal white

On the same day, blackened by fumes
The heavens seem to be the ceiling
Of a collapsing cathedral, bleeding

And the fumes of the burning steeples
Opened in the celestial blue
The way of another fume
Blacker, heavier, and the blue
Has become black, too

So the horrified people
Hasten to the burning steeples
The brave behold whilst crying
Like the remnants of a defeated army

And the madmen stay aside
Grinning and humming: Blasphemy
And the tricolor of madness was sheltering
The conquerors!

Near Dark
(...Und der Tod wird vor Neid erblassen)

Lyrics: Vlad Dracul

Part One

This is a world blessed by the victims
Of carnal tragedy
The humans ritual of love and adoration
Dense-woven history

Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've bled
Bizarre she defined her presence
With the lament of the undead
When her eyes have bathed in danger
And the moon had new design
In the cradle of our desire all the blood has turned to wine
But the love no longer remained than just a stir to survive
In this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to recover
I'll forever strive...

Part Two

Dem Sterbenden - die Hoffnung
Dem Propheten - Der Fluch
Der Liebe - die Dichtung, die dem Sterben entsprung...

The night is crystal clear - words are sent from pictures
Sounds that I can't hear - as weakness wins my body
Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding heart
Eclipsing the whole - planet, history and light...

Part Three

Sometimes, when the sun hides in the back of the earth
When the hungry souls, to whom pain gave birth
Embalm their coldness with the blood's warmth... then
I can clearly hear the calling of a lonely and distant star

In the shade of the abhorrent
Yet in the still of the nights - In the still of the moment
When the moment dies
There she gently approaches
With the new meaning of life...

In a haze of hazard, in the withering chill
Baleful's the passion, when hearts stand still

A flood of sentiments entwined
Rattle thru my falling soul
I slumber against the spirit of time
Like a stranger in a foreign world!

In a park, along the alleys, stained with blood and tears
In the hour, when dusk disperses
Its colors on the white statues

Then I'll wander as a phantom of the posthumous regrets
And my fiery lips I'll freeze
With the kiss of these unrivalled statues

"Si-n asta noapte sfirsese printr-un sarut
Poeme - agonizate de-un infinit si-un inceput"

Part Four

"The all-engulfing dawn of habitude shows his claws again-
Do you still remember our oath? - Til light do us part!?"

Come forth, Feline
Mere moment of melancholy
Drink deep of my desire
The quenchless fire
That unites our tameless embers...

Come forth, Feline
Tortured by our final duet
Let thy pale fingers slide on the petals of the flowers
That thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood...

On the walls, midnight closes even the stoical eyes
Of the unsleeping portraits
And the white-eye of a lonely candle falls asleep
Into its own startling solitude...

Part Five

Silent heart desires
The balm that drives away the human waste
Oh come, infidel duchess
Shrouds of frost fall furiously down... of thee I taste again

Deciphering eternity of its ruined scripts
Of the tenebrious river I pleasantly sip
Upon lifeless leaves autumn has banished
Arises my lovelorn aura's odyssey

"Un ornic cu rostiri funebre, suna amiaza-ndirjit
Iar ceru-mprastia tenebre, peste parcul amortit"

...Returned into that park as a whole
Under the questioning eyes of stars and heavens
Dreaming away on the lost love I've recovered

Death suddenly rises
Annoyed that he couldn't save me
He turns pale from envy

The seasons vanish and so does this story
As the same poets hand raises the pen
He pictured this spectacle with...

The actors fade on the dreary alleys of that elder park
Only two nightshades remaining -
Celebrating the sunset of ages while their sullen laughter
Lustfully haunts the mortal seeds of ruin...

Nights were crystal clear - words were sent from pictures
The colors have seared - these pages, whereas
The darkest hour revealed - the mysterious hand
Which dutifully sealed

This episode's arcane End.

Ill Of An Imaginary Guilt

(Lyrics: Vlad Dracul)

I gave you light
I seared off the oceans
To show you my devotion
I?ve lived your fright

I wanna be the infamy
I wanna wound your caprice
I need to try your malice
You should tame my misery

I wanna lick your beauty
I wanna scar your sweetened wounds
To reap your rotten fruits
Your loving gotta suit me

Oh, let me be the one
Who sets you free
See how love unveils
Her incomparable mystery

I wanna feel your hungry skin
I wanna be the sacrificed
I?ll make you the holy praised
Whore... of my radiant sin

I wanna see you sacrificed
I wanna be the hungry skin
To share with you the greatest sin
My holy, capricious whore!

I?ve been kissin? the filth
My tongue?s been bleedin?
I?ve been stealing you a wing
My dark, sinister angel

Oh, let me touch your guilty soul
Let me be your hungry skin
Let me be your thrilling dream
Let me rape your open wounds

Oh, let me see your other face
We belong to the same disgrace
I was the dead you fettered
... you were the angel I raped...

(Die Nacht Des Unwesens)
(Translation: Vlad Dracul/Sathonys)

Ach, Nacht, wie lieb du mir warest
Wenn die Sterne du ausloschen wurdest
Ihre Strahlen murmeln unbekannte Gesange...
Und ich wunsche mir
alles Dustere und Stumme
alles Entblo?te und Verschwommene

All das Finstere liebend -
Meine Aura verangstigte
Als ein blinder Gedanke knabberte
An Raum und Zeit

Oh Seele, wanderndes Gebein, meinen Frieden du erbittest
Ich lege mich nieder, erfrischendes Dunkel
Von schweren Todestraumen durchdrungen
Und wickle mich in deinen Schleier

Mit meinen Gedanken trotze ich allem, was Sie Gott nennen
Ach, du Morder der Kunst, du falsche Lebensweisheit
Aus meinem atheistischen Glauben
Wirst Du gewi? sie nimmer rauben
Die entweihte Krone meiner wahren Unsterblichkeit

Ach Nacht, wie lieb du mir warest
Wenn die Sterne du ausloschen wurdest
Der Tumult der Existenz...
Fragwurdig, ungewohnlich edel
Dein Schatten murmelt unbekannte Gesange
Endlich, Nacht...
steck deine schwarze Flagge
In meinen stummen Schadel

In deinem teuflischen Blick - ein dusteres Paradies
Von tiefer, eingeschlafener Dunkelheit
Oh gottliche Vorstellung, die ich oft pries
Verstummter Jammer eines sanften Lachelns
Meine Seele geht verloren
Im nostalgischen Inferno
Visionen des Todes -
meiner Selbstverschwendung

Die Nacht wacht uber die Ikone der Geburt im Chaos
Ich wu?te nichts von ihrer Existenz
Nichts, bis sie mich anlachelte

Ach Nacht, wie lieb du mir warest
Mit deinem milden Weinen
Wenn Sterne die bittere Vergiftung ausloschen wurden
Welche dieses abstrakte Leben in mich hineinpumpt
Wie der erste Schmerz.
Jedoch trist und still
Ist der Leichnam
Der sich aus meinem Inneren davonschleicht
In die Nacht des Unwesens

Ribbons / Requiem

(Lyrics: Vlad Dracul)

Random raining, ribbons of melancholy
The moment dies right here, before me
Grey horizons tarred to my days
The curtain fell, still the solitary plays

Dance with me, me dear
The dance of those, who'll never return
Bleeding traces left behind, for the living
Hear life forging with death
It's a gorgeous storm unfurling
I've awaited for so long
Now you taste like honey, dear,
on my rigid tongue

It's soothing as you delve
Into my crescent agony
Your lips of tragedy licking my requiem
I am betrayed by your kiss...

"Would you bleed for me again,
For I adore its pounding
On your fetid, lifeless shell, it becomes like satin
No love existing, oh, my darling, see
I am the architect of this bitter-sweet abstract"

A key, a door, a vision, remnants of a dream
Corridor of conclusions thru wide ribbons seen
Like a statue starring with the same cold eyes
Honey, kill me again, for know now what I am

Lay down with me, my dear
Listen to this requiem,
You always loved to hear
Through you knew the words
You did sing them wrong

AGATHODAIMON p 1999 "Bislang" (название альбома предварительное, может


(Lyrics: Vlad Dracul)

Immune to life... I'll always die
In the palms of heaven, where serpents lie
Life is Death - postponed

Bedeviled Paradise... web of all sin
Ethereal shadows rise, postmortem redeemed

Hell is paved with Paradise
Lovelorn serenades into my heart I swallow
Life pervades my scary eyes
Bedeviled, thee, whom I won't be
whom I antagonize

Scarlet lips of indecency
In search for a splintered tongue
Sharpened words of intimacy
They'll need (all) my love

Scarlet lips of perversity
Matching each face unmasked
Words lose intensity
Whithin our vacuum world

Pierce my flesh with your thorns of irony
Life decays and twists her wings
and her gleaming breasts
will rot like foul flesh, hence worms will dance
to a macabre romance
... the rape of "darling" in my eyes

Pierce my tongue with your womanliness
Searching for another fetid romance
Scratching suicidal love on life's putrid skin
I am the godless son, thus I am sin

Immune to live, I'll always die
In the palms of heaven, soon death will come
Again with his reaping scythe behind
Bedeviled, thee, whom I refuse to be

(Lyrics: Vlad Dracul; 28.2.96)

In the night of my final sacrifice I sent my soul
Into the vast and fathomless unknown to find a word
A word, that indicates the beyond.
It came back later and spoke:
"I am myself heaven and hell!"

Sculptured in time as another chapter of life
Sharp are the thorns of the roses, which lay dank upon me
For too long I knew that I had to arrive
Yet destination isn't as linear as humanity

Touch the feeling - touch the soul
Touch the morning dew and see the glamour
In my stark eyes reflecting
The icon of a setting in a serene summer

So many flowers give away to mystery and loneliness
Their subtile perfume and their indifference
So much jewelry's forgotten in the soil, in darkness
Deepened in eternal sleep, where nothing breeds weakness

But who dares to tread the silent meadows
That lie beyond the mirror of one's self?
Who dares to reach the fanthoms of one's heart
To behold the murderer of life and art?

And what is death?
What gives birth?
What sells good or has no worth,
when everything you feel is cold?

Why am I? Who's this hand?
Whose decisions I can't comprehend...
But isn't history foretold?

There's a the affairs of men
Which, taken of it's flood, leads on to fortune
But all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and miseries...

Oh, didn't light prove the dark?
Didn't distress prove life,
With it's seasons all hallowed?

But if you desire to see the light...
As it truly is, clear and bright
You must move - back into the shadows

"There's as much difference between me and myself
As between me and the vassals of time
But, however, life continues it's sculptures
Like poetry without rime..."

We both exist and do know that we exist
Rejoice in this existence and this knowledge...


(Lyrics: Vlad Dracul)

Deep into the darkness peering
Long I stood there fearing
Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before...
But the silence was unbroken
And the stillness gave no token
And the only word there spoken
Was the whispered word: "Veritas"
This the dark whispered
And an echo murmured back the word
Merely this and nothing more!

Fools and faith conspire
Questions of desire
That they never owned before
Kings without their armour
Men without their honour
We all slip into oblivion

Monuments of distant knowledge and remains
Stare undying from this end into the life
They are the dark inside the night
The ghosts of which the poets write
And the dreams that night's embrace
That slowly leave without a trace...

Eu te slavesc nocturna, cu bolta innoptarii
O, doamna a tacerii,
O, vas al intristarii

Vreau sa m-agat detine, spre cer navala dind
cum viermii de-un cadavru s-agata misunind!

O, suflet sparge-odata, ingustati inchisoare
Si scutura-te-odata de-alest lut pamintesc!

Oh, the scarlet skies
drown the cold sun
Onto the funeral cries of the dying eve
And there's a foreign shade in mine
It's the time's greedy scythe!

Eu te slavesc nocturna, cu bolta innoptarii
O, doamna a tacerii,
O, vas al intristarii

Vreau sa m-agat detine, spre cer navala dind
cum viermii de-un cadavru s-agata misunind!


(Lyrics: Vlad Dracul)

Cry with my tears
Cry with my pain
Still in the cold
Neverending rain

With one of your kisses
My words you'd freeze
From one of your kisses
My bleeding would cease

Shed all my tears
The flood devours all
The earth, us, rushing...
A shy, whispered call

Death becomes angels
Who won't turn away
Defying all my yearing
And my body of clay

Cry with my crying
You end up like (a) mole
Death loves the angels
Retired into my soul

As I'm drained and welken
My last wish I sigh
Let me be, darling
Tears in your eye.

(Lyrics: Vlad Dracul;
Translation: Vlad Dracul/Sathonys)

Streifen von schwarzen Schleiern bedecken langsam die Sonne
Oh Mond meines Lebens, verhulle dich mit Schatten...

Nahere dich mir, oh Stern,
Sei grausam,
Sei duster...

Meine einzige Konigin,
Mein ganzes Wesen verehrt dich,
Jede Faser meines Ich
Streckt sich dir entgegen

(Dunkle Schatten begraben sich tief in der Nacht)

Wir sind ein Blut, feierlich jede Nacht
Doch das Fleisch ist kalt,
Durchbohrt von deinem Schatten
Alles, was du mir schenkst, macht mich trunken
Seien es Schmerzen oder endloser Traum!

Versklavt von deinem Blick
Trinke ich aus dem Zauber Deiner Augen
Wahrend du mich bis zum Blut streichelst,
Mit rabenahnlichen Krallen

In deinem Bett, Abgrund des Vergnugens
Verschwindet jeder qualende Gedanke
Dein Mund; eine nicht austrocknende Quelle,
Verstromend ein Gift, das langsam verbrennt...

Verbrennend meine Seele, meine Essenz
In den Flammen, die du, Wesen der Finsternis,
In meinem Herzen heraufbeschworen hast!

Doch du scheinst den Zenit von meinen Augen zu entfernen
Die zu den schwarzen Unendlichkeiten ausgestreckt sind
Und jedes Mal, wenn der Mond verschwindet
Wenn die Nacht zu gehen scheint...
Und Schatten langsam verbrennen

Halte ich gierig meine Konigin in den Armen
Wie ein Sterbender, der leidenschaftlich sein Grab liebkost

(Viele Schatten habe sich tief in dieser Nacht begraben)

Blood began to clog
Still in the rain,
Some things can't be remembered
And some are harder to forget...

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