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17 yr. old junior and likes to write/draw. I have black hair, 5'10", in a band, and nething else you want to know about me just message me or e-mail me, firstname.lastname@example.org.
Favorite saying: For those about to rock, we salute you
[Cute lil red head]
[dark vampire angel 16]
[What a death, wake up beautiful]
and sorry to sound like and ass, but if u don't like my music then just dont fuckin talk to me, because music and especially my music is my life.
Cradle of Filth
Lamb of God
System of a Down
and many more
Fifth Level of Hell
The river Styx runs through this level of Hell, and in it are punished the wrathful and the gloomy. The former are forever lashing out at each other in anger, furious and naked, tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth. The latter are gurgling in the black mud, slothful and sullen, withdrawn from the world. Their lamentations bubble to the surface as they try to repeat a doleful hymn, though with unbroken words they cannot say it. Because you lived a cruel, vindictive and hateful life, you meet your fate in the Styx.
Borderline: Very High
this is one of my fav songs by Cradle of Filth
ALL HOPE IN ECLIPSE
A thousand nights once succoured MeIn the shadow of Miss Anne ThropySat gargoyle-limbed amid My licking flameA cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaultsSent Rebellion's embers into revoltThe comming of extinctionSynched to whimpers of my name...
Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanityAn acid reign to purify the worldThe Asp at Pharaoh's breastThe Atom split under duressA sniper at the gates of spattered pearlMy heart, torn apart, left a rifled grave...Save for an unfurled flag of hateTo enthral a mindless zombie raceAll heil, all heil, all heil the serpentine's giftAll heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipseBlack bibles I incribed,The words "Damnation through design"Seemed a bitter truth far better for the lieFor as hope was felled by reasonForlorn became the seasonAnd Death was swift to swallow on the hells of lifeLowered souls, growing cold, tentered easy preyWhen heaven's flock, a fair game, droppedI bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim...All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine's wishAll heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse(There was not a prayer left in this wretched world)Then between the past and the ravening darkA sly Messiah cameIn the thick of treaty with obligatory greedShe stole the soul hate had sold awayAn ancient chil blew down the centuriesThat night atonement's eyesLit a burning man in MeWhen love lay bleedingAnd Fates sate feedingFrom wounds gored 'neathThose cherubic wingsShe of kindred lightGladly sacrificedEternityJust to beWith MeAs the moon whose silvered fingers playOn words and dreams too cursed for dayShe led my hand to lands I'd not accruedWhere the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hairAnd faith renewed, leapt joyous thereI praised their worth, then planned their conquest too...All heil, all heil, all heil the serpentine's gift All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipseAll heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine's wishAll heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse...and ignorance is truly bliss.
heres another from Cradle Of Filth
A GOTHIC ROMANCE (RED ROSES FOR THE DEVILS WHORE)
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea
A jewel more radiant than the moon
Lowered Her mask to me
The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire
Would marvel at making their Queen
Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire
And my heart reeled with grave poetry...
From grace I fell in love with Her
Scent and feline lure
And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest
"Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night
She lulled me away from the rich masquerade
And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight"
Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me?
Her icy kiss fervoured my neck
Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach
In a whirl of sweet voices and statues
That phantomed the dying trees
This debauched seductress in black, took me...
In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn
I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre
On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn
Lamented the spectre of Her
Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete
I hungered for past overtures
The curse of unrest and her ardent caress
Came much more than my soul could endure...
I, at once endeavoured to see Her again
Stirring from midnight's inertia
Knowing not even her name
On a thin precipice over carnal abyss
I danced like a blind acolyte
Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine
Suffused with the perfume of night
For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds
In vain that we might meet
When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued
I sought refuge in a cemeterty
Sleep, usher dreams
Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether
Mistress of the dark
I now know what thou art
Screams haunt my sleep
Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together
Lamia and Lemures
Spawned thee leche
To snare my flesh
Portrait of the Dead Countess
Deep stained pain that I had dreamt
Flaunted demise, life's punishment
Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb...
But poised nectar within my stirs
Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search
Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons
Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon
In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels
Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell
To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet
Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette
Thou art privy to my sin
Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict
The cruel daylights upon my skin?
Dost thou not want to worship me
With crimson sacrifice
So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss
And weep with new-found life? "
Red roses for the Devil's whore...
Dark angels taste my tears
And whisper haunting requiems
Softly to mine ear
Need-fires have lured abominations here...
My veins spill forth their waters
Rent by lips I cherish most
Awash on her perfidious shores
Where drowning umbra o'er the stars
Ebon's graves where lovers whore
Like seraphim and Nahemah
Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest
Blind reason against thee, Enchantress
For I must know, art thou not death?
My heart echoes bloodless and incensed...
Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry
Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me?
On that fatal Hallow's Eve when we fled company
As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves
Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn
In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone
I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet
Enrobed in Death's shadow like a swifter silhouette...
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|Age: 17||Year of birth: 1988||Month of birth: 9||Day of birth: 11|
Fantasy race personality: Orc
Place of living: USA-Utah
Elfwood artist: No
Elfwood writer: No
Elftown crew wannabe: No
Favorite drawing objects
|heavy metal||house||progressive metal|
|chasing the preferred sex||dancing||dogs|
Civil status: single
Sexual preference: opposite sex
Body shape: fit
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