halloween

Look at them dance

Look at them dance

Over and over

In the night of the dead

It’s for the little children

And habitants below

One rejoice in candy

The other in freedom

For this night is entwined

With the ancient divinities

The young celebrate the night

As the dead laugh obscenities

Danny (Anathema) Annie (ex-The Gathering) live album

"Annie and Danny will be releasing a live album titled "In Parallel" which features live versions of classics from Anathema, Agua de Annique and The Gathering"

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Perceiving Waters

Strain the reckoning of such
Wondering through images well known
Time stretches too much
For the memories foam

In the mist of the waves
Perceive the colours in me
Regarding the chains that enslaved
And the will to bear free

Still reckons the memories
By the oceans that flow
In the mountain of pleasantries
And the eyes of the crow

The breeze whispers to me
In words that could be
But is hard to plea
For that you cannot see

And the eyes shut hollow
As it tries to attained
The image that follows
A star in flames

And the image became clear
In the presence of the light
As the memories docks the pier
And revealed the insight

Scattered words

Floating inside

A scar concealed

Birth of the mask

To their eyes revealed

In your thoughts

Escaped reality

Forgotten memories

Highway to insanity

Smoking gun

Serene awakening

Expelled reality

Morning darkening

Crawling the soul

Endless discovery

Everlasting breath

Final recovery

Égide

Circundado de afluentes de gelo
Anseio pela inspiração que espaça
Enraízo no tempo o desvelo
Sob a musa que abraça

Em seu suave pranto
Que acolhe e tormenta
Abro o mundo ao seu espanto
E a alma que intenta

Na romaria da silhueta
Fugidia e nocturna
Trilhado em rosas pretas
Cortejo que se esfuma

Mas sinto-me albergado
Sob a sua égide de veludo
Destituído e consagrado
Envolto em seu escudo

Anathema @ Incrível Almadense

A razão pela qual vale sempre a pena lutarmos por aquilo que realmente se gosta.
... Por momentos como este...
A música, One Last Goodbye (para quem não sabe, dedicada à mãe dos irmãos Cavanaugh quando da sua morte). Sem palavras...

Forward

Here I stand in dismay

Dried by the truth

Writing in blood an essay

An ink bright and smooth

Exiled in slumber

Where a crow conspires

Realms entail in blunder

And memories acquire

Beneath a rain of stars

Concealed in strain

Absolving the scars

Uncovering the stain

And I took a glance

Towards the abyss

As I laugh in advance

To the coming bliss