Sunday, November 28, 2010

KRV II

27. 11. 2010
AG Club
KRV's farewell gig


Support:
MOTHERPIG
(CRUST)









KRV
(BLACK FUCKING METAL!)








(Photos by Nachtar)



Saturday, November 27, 2010

KRV



Farewell gig

KRV
(BLACK FUCKING METAL!)

Support:
MOTHERPIG
(CRUST)


AG Club
Saturday, 27. 11. 2010
21:00h

Such a sad news. :(
CRNI JEBENI METAL!
Old School Black Metal the way it was intended to be played: cold, dark, and heavy as fuck!!!



Monday, November 22, 2010

Do you dream of murder?


We are oft to blame in this. 'Tis too much proved that with devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.
(Hamlet 3.1.46-49)



Evil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminitely, and so shall we, for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him... as ourselves. 
 ( by LESTAT - Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles)




"The Spirits have all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an austere tomb
I pace with feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies, thus
Commands creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my lips to death
A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or Hell for company"

"Countess Dracula" (1970)


He doesn't know the sentence that has been passed on him?" "No," said the officer again, pausing a moment as if to let the explorer elaborate his question, and then said: "there would be no point in telling him. He'll learn it on his body.
(In the Penal Colony - Franz Kafka) 




"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die."

(The Call of Cthulhu - H. P. Lovecraft)



Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Remember, misery loves company!



You just stood there screaming, fearing no one was listening to you. They say the empty can rattles the most! The sound of your voice must soothe you. Hearing only what you want to hear and knowing only what you've heard. You you're smothered in tragedy! You're out to save the world!
Misery! You insist that the weight of the world should be on your shoulders. Misery! There's much more to life than what you see! My friend of misery!


You still stood there screaming.No one caring about these words you tell. My friend, before your voice is gone, one man's fun is another's hell. These times are sent to try men's souls. But, something's wrong with all you see. You you'll take it on all yourself. Remember, misery loves company!
Misery! You insist that the weight of the world should be on your shoulders. Misery! There's much more to life than what you see. My friend of misery! You just stood there screaming! My friend of misery!





Saturday, November 13, 2010

Art...an adventure that never seems to end - Part IX


Maybe because it's entirely an artist's eye, patience and skill that makes an image and not his tools. (Ken Rockwell


Svenimal - nature photographer. His photos are... I'm not going to say anything more. His pictures speak more than thousand words. Don't trust me?  Go...have a look at his gallery.





Leap by *Svenimal on deviantART


Feeling the storm by *Svenimal on deviantART


King on his throne by *Svenimal on deviantART


Big ears by *Svenimal on deviantART


And now put on the stamps by *Svenimal on deviantART

Thursday, November 11, 2010

All or nothing, it's written in blood!


...A look can say a lot sometimes
And so I take all my past attractions
And project on you...


And I'll take you down in the name of love...
...All or nothing, it's written in blood



...Maybe one last kiss just to ease the pain
All or nothing it's written in blood...






Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Arkhangelsk/Архангельск




Willed by winter's so called frost 
Fix the in anxieties from grip 
The frost that burned the honorees 
Underneath the heavy clouds 
The lifted sword, the broken shield 
The hand that drew the final word 
From the frozen mouth of Arkhangelsk 


Let them go, let them burn the world to cinders 
Let the rats run down 
Falling through the tungsten skies 
The burning clouds of Arkhangelsk 


To the eye of judgement now 
What will stand when time of the end (time of the end)? 


Center stone, into fire 
All to nothing and nothing to lose 
They gather groaning to the souls 
Of the grinding wheels of Arkhangelsk 


With one word, one movement in the fabric 
Everything dies 
The storm that sweeps the world away 
From the frozen plains of Arkhangelsk 


Inherit from the morning star 
What others brought 
And the land, forgot 


Soaring through van allen belts 
Through blazing stars, through dying suns 
Collide not now, but carry us 
Through the burning air of Arkhangelsk








Friday, November 5, 2010

A Penny For The Guy


Remember, remember, the fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and plot.
I know of no reason why The Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot!




GUNPOWDER PLOT
(5 November 1605)

A desperate disease requires a dangerous remedy.
Guy Fawkes
(13 April 1570 - 31 January 1607)


"On the 5th of November we began our Parliament, to which the King should have come in person, but refrained through a practise but that morning discovered. The plot was to have blown up the King at such time as he should have been set on his Royal Throne, accompanied with all his Children, Nobility and Commoners and assisted with all Bishops, Judges and Doctors; at one instant and blast to have ruin'd the whole State and Kingdom of England. And for the effecting of this, there was placed under the Parliament House, where the king should sit, some 30 barrels of powder, with good store of wood, faggots, pieces and bars of iron."

Extract of a letter from Sir Edward Hoby (Gentleman of the Bedchamber) to Sir Thomas Edwards, Ambassador at Brussells










Thursday, November 4, 2010

Dirge For November


Lost, here is nowhere



Searching home still



Turning past me, all are gone...

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

HLOVEN


I survived! 

Halloween was fun! I didn't had much time for some elaborate costume, so I went as gothic teacher (O.o). I borrowed my dad's reading glasses... (Reading?! The man is blind as a bat!!!). 





(I STOLE these pictures from BodyBag!!!)


It was Redhead, Vila, BodyBag, her brother (The YAKUZA!  XD) and me... Our destination: Halloween concert of Pero Defformero at Dom Mladih. Blood alcohol content: HIGH! 




My theme song for the night ( XD ):



Yeah...we had fun!

Monday, November 1, 2010

Temporarily unavailable

*LadyIsis is temporarily unavailable due to severe case of hangover headache. She's gonna have very nice day at work too. Bwhahahahaha!*




*She does hope that you had a NICE Halloween*