Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filing me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now He's gone

No one but me can save myself, but it's too late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye

Be my druidess
Be my everything
Be my druidess
Be mine.

Around the Pyre, a circle of thirteen,
Throughout these woods, ecstatic screams.

I look deeply into your eyes,
I smell your hair, caress your thighs.

Now we'll make love by fire light,
A blaze so high it lights the night.

Long fingernails dug in my skin,
Yourself so wet invites me in.

Be my druidess
Be my everything
Be my druidess
Be mine.

Our lust increased feeds desire,
As we combust, yeah we on fire.

I feel you shake so deep inside,
Oh scream my name and hold me tight.

I'll do anything to make you cum
I'll do anything to make you...

Be my druidess
Be my everything
Be my druidess
Be mine.

I'll do anything
To make you cum,
I'll do anything
To make you...

I'll do anything
To make you cum,
I'll do anything
To make you cum.

I'll do anything
To make you cum,
I'll do anything
To make you...

I'll do anything
I'll do anything,
I'll do anything
To make you...

Mi panteón de dioses musicales se compone de Metallica, Marillion, Type o´Negative y Paradise Lost (tengo otros dioses menores, que iré invocando también desde este altar digital de perdición).

Considerados los reyes del Doom/Gothic Metal (a vueltas con las etiquetas), estilo caracterizado -por lo que a mis oídos respecta- por la desesperanza y la melancolía, sin renunciar a la rabia del metal (vamos, lo que escuchará Lucifer las tardes de domingo... xD). Han pasado por diversas etapas, desde sus inicios death-guturales ("Lost Paradise"), creando su estilo propio ("Gothic"), alcanzando una de las cumbres del género con este soberbio "Draconian Times", suavizándose después y jugueteando con la electrónica ("Host") -clara influencia depechemodiana- para volver a recuperar su dureza guitarrera en los últimos tiempos ("Faith divides us, death unites us"), cosechando en el camino docenas de canciones memorables.

Dentro del Metal hay mucho ruido, pero con grupos como éste, la música abre otras dimensiones que os invito a descubrir en detenida escucha.

Por cierto, y como ocurre con la mayoría de los vídeos musicales, éste está muy por debajo del nivel de la canción, así que os sugiero que casi os centréis en escuchar: seguro que las imágenes que os pueda evocar resultarán mucho más interesantes... ;)

You must feel frustration
Cause your mind feels such temptation
And your ways appear a total lack of faith

You may feel elation
At your body's re-creation
And that joy you need, restricted by one thought

Are you forever - loss of purpose in a passive life
Are you forever - pale, regarded as a waste of time

High times are courageous
But in truth they suit no purpose
Induced, reduced, unable and afraid......

Can you feel rejection
And a lack of motivation
And the joy you need restricted and delayed

Aún conservo con veneración la cinta de 90´ con el "Script for a jester´s tear" por una cara, y este "Fugazi", por la otra. Tengo asociadas sus innumerables escuchas a mi adolescencia de ser huraño, solitario y atormentado por demonios interiores (bueno, la verdad es que esto tampoco ha cambiado tanto, salvo que antes me atenazaban por el cuello, y ahora me voy de orgías con ellos... jeje).

Supongo que será algo personal, pero para mí al menos aún no ha surgido el grupo que iguale a Marillion en cuanto a expresar musicalmente la tristeza, como sentimiento mantenido y sin golpes de efecto, con esa sensibilidad y preciosismo. Hay que ser un auténtico genio de la música para conseguir piezas así.

Espero que os guste.

We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge
Interlocked through a missing piece
We are renaissance children becalmed beneath the Bridge of Sighs
Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework
We are Siamese children related by the heart
Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation
Holding the word scalpels on trembling lips
Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye
Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today
And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet

Drowning tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships
Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real
Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies
Forever repatriated on guilt laden morning planes
We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course
To another summit conference, another breakfast time divorce
Screaming out a ceasefire, snow-blind in an avalanche zone

Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye
Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today
And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet

Are we trigger happy?
Russian roulette in the waiting room
Empty chambers embracing the end
Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a trevi moon
Dream coins for the fountain or to cover your eyes
We reached ignition point from the sparks of pleasantries
We sensed the smoke advancing from horizons
You must have known that I was concealing an escape

Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye
Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today, starts today
And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces
On the ricochet, this is the ricochet.

Hoy comparto con vosotros una de mis canciones favoritas del imprescindible "Octuber rust".

The 28th day
She'll be bleeding again,
And in lupine ways
We'll alleviate the pain.

Unholy water
Sanguine addiction,
Those silver bullets
A last blood benediction.

It is her moon time
When there's iron in the air,
A rusted essence
Woman may I know you're there?

Unholy water
Sanguine addiction,
Those silver bullets
A last blood benediction.

Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me,
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me.

Don't spill a drop dear
Let me kiss the curse away,
Yourself in my mouth
Will you leave me with your taste?

Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me,
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me.

Beware
The woods at night,
Beware
The Lunar light.

So in this gray haze
We'll be meeting again,
And on that great day
I will tease you all the same.

Unholy water
Sanguine addiction,
Those silver bullets
A last blood benediction.

Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me,
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me.

Beware
The woods at night,
Beware
The Lunar light.