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Mobile Cimmeries: Membranous Devilish Wings

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A dismal Place just to TRY to speak the language of the dead. Wednesday, July 6, 2011. Into quaint and pearing shadows of abysmal secrecy. I found myself falling, and falling infititely. Beguiling the shadows to embrace me and lead me into demise. I was flunged into fluttering thoughts of fear and pain. Ungainly I fall and Fall with no more hope than the redepmtion of Grim. And It was dreadful, because it happened in the soul, without deatail I can describe. With a gift given in masses of dirges of dim.

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Mobile Cimmeries: April 2011

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A dismal Place just to TRY to speak the language of the dead. Saturday, April 23, 2011. It is the declaration of a long Forgotten Ghost. Publicado por Sorath Helasson Vidarsson. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). O criminoso sempre retorna ao local do crime. 1976 - Edu Lobo - Limite das Águas. An Inner Journey: The Moon, Mythology, and You. Xandria - Neverworld's End (2012). Music Is The Key. Jitka Čechová SMETANA Piano Works. COMMENTS AND REQUESTS PAGE. Teodora Gheorgiu Arias for Anna De Amicis.

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Mobile Cimmeries: December 2009

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A dismal Place just to TRY to speak the language of the dead. Thursday, December 24, 2009. I don't know, mayhaps this could be enough for someone who wants to love a sad heart, mayhaps, just mayhaps. Publicado por Sorath Helasson Vidarsson. Saturday, December 19, 2009. Publicado por Sorath Helasson Vidarsson. लाक्रिमोसा - देर मोर्गें Danach. Publicado por Sorath Helasson Vidarsson. Thursday, December 17, 2009. The place of worship. Publicado por Sorath Helasson Vidarsson. Saturday, December 12, 2009.

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Mobile Cimmeries: January 2010

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A dismal Place just to TRY to speak the language of the dead. Friday, January 8, 2010. Publicado por Sorath Helasson Vidarsson. Tuesday, January 5, 2010. Publicado por Sorath Helasson Vidarsson. Sunday, January 3, 2010. Publicado por Sorath Helasson Vidarsson. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). O criminoso sempre retorna ao local do crime. 1976 - Edu Lobo - Limite das Águas. An Inner Journey: The Moon, Mythology, and You. Xandria - Neverworld's End (2012). Music Is The Key. Jitka Čechová SMETANA Piano Works.

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Mobile Cimmeries: May 2010

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A dismal Place just to TRY to speak the language of the dead. Wednesday, May 26, 2010. Well, it turns out to be a simple behavior of. Ignorant disloyalty Now tell me! Protest all life in lack of connection. The soul on the eve of despair I might be black from grief yet. Heart My bloodstained endurance will set me apart Feel. Consequence rages straight through your face of. Publicado por Sorath Helasson Vidarsson. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). O criminoso sempre retorna ao local do crime. Music Is The Key.

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Mobile Cimmeries: Wrath

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A dismal Place just to TRY to speak the language of the dead. Tuesday, June 21, 2011. Publicado por Sorath Helasson Vidarsson. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). O criminoso sempre retorna ao local do crime. 1976 - Edu Lobo - Limite das Águas. An Inner Journey: The Moon, Mythology, and You. Xandria - Neverworld's End (2012). Music Is The Key. Jitka Čechová SMETANA Piano Works. COMMENTS AND REQUESTS PAGE. Teodora Gheorgiu Arias for Anna De Amicis. A Ressource of 'Dark MusicVidz'. SIC TRANSIT OPERA MUNDI.

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Mobile Cimmeries: February 2010

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A dismal Place just to TRY to speak the language of the dead. Friday, February 26, 2010. Mayhaps this is better, mayhaps this is not. But the only thing I know is that I am free. Mayhaps this is a releaf, or mayhaps a grief. But I realise that his leaving was my release. No reason for his leaving, for love was blooming. But now I can realise that his coldness is warm. My soul now o'erwhelmed by joy tainted in sadness. Tries to fly and flee for in this solitude I can really be Free. Music Is The Key.

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Mobile Cimmeries: March 2010

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A dismal Place just to TRY to speak the language of the dead. Monday, March 1, 2010. I have mourned for eons now, and only my will shall rise me up from the ashes of sadness. I have cried rivers for into solitude I had been left. But my will shall rise me up from the mug of sadness. For eons I have loved him, even when he didn't love me at all. For behind my back he was cheating on. Now My Will Rises up as a hydra from the sadness. And with flourishing anger and wrath my will shall make me new.

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Mobile Cimmeries: June 2011

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A dismal Place just to TRY to speak the language of the dead. Tuesday, June 21, 2011. Publicado por Sorath Helasson Vidarsson. Monday, June 20, 2011. Many names I have been addressed, but just one I obey, Chaos, My name, what is my name? Thou shalt be death" and mayhaps that is truth, I shall exist no more, for no desires lay into my heart, for there is no more flame to fuel my inner machinery, I am into the limbonic labyrinth of desperation and solitude, my names? Want'st thou to know my names? OPERATIC...

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Mobile Cimmeries: May 2011

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A dismal Place just to TRY to speak the language of the dead. Saturday, May 7, 2011. Y, vi tal terrible horror, abominación. Y, mire profundamente. Efigie de peculiar repugnancia, con oscuros ojos de sangre viva,. Oscura piel como la noche, semblanza oscura con caracteres mas allá. Y de repente lo vi, vi tal enfermiza y pútrido. Espectro de abismos mas. De toda pesadilla, para mi horror, O pobre de mi! Este horror venia cada vez que pensaba en aquella imagen,. Solo la muerte podría. Ni tan solo la palidez.