We Sleep Forever - Aiden

She walks the line into her deathbed rings
I say she's all alone
Begging for forgiveness
I won't teach her to lie or make a plan
That clairvoyant stare and grin
God won't forgive me for this, I know

And tragedy unfolds tonight
So sever my skin apart and close your eyes, love

Oh, call the angels, this razorblade was meant for me
Oh, call the angels, we'll mutilate insanity

She cut the blade although it's much too dull
I say she's all alone
Fighting for redemption
I know a little pain, a little lust
I lose myself at night to feel the rush of tearing my skin apart
So take this sadness and close your eyes, love

Oh, call the angels, this razorblade was meant for me
Oh, call the angels, we'll mutilate insanity

Go deeper, I feel it
I see your ghost appear
Go deeper, I feel it
I feel your ghost appear
I will say goodbye tonight, we'll sleep forever
Hold on, hold on tonight love,
We'll sleep forever
Hold on, hold on tonight love,
Close your eyes

Oh, call the angels, this razorblade was meant for me
Oh, call the angels, we'll mutilate insanity

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"Él la amaba demasiado. No soportaba que la gente la viera, que los hombres la desearan. Ella era tan increíblemente hermosa, que él la quería sólo para él. Así que un día le sacó los ojos, tan hermosos, para que ella no viera quien la deseaba. Pero aún sin ojos, ella era hermosa. La gente aún la veía, asi que le cortó las piernas, para que no pudiera caminar por ahí, y que la gente la deseara. Pero aún sin piernas, ella era hermosa. La gente todavía la deseaba, asi que él le cortó los brazos, para que no pudiera tocar nada, y él pudiera tocarla siempre. Y aún sin brazos, piernas, y ojos, ella era hermosa. Y la gente la veía aún. Así que le cortó todo el cabello, y lo guardó para él, para que su olor siempre fuera sólo para él. Y aún sin cabello, sin piernas, sin brazos, y sin ojos, ella era hermosa. Un día, cuando él regresaba a casa, no la encontró por ningún lado. ¿Cómo podía ser, si no tenía ojos para ver, piernas para caminar? Sucedió que fue secuestrada por un coleccionista de rarezas que rondaba por el lugar..."

¿Qué tan dispuestos estamos para quedarnos junto a esa persona toda la eternidad? ¿Qué tan lejos vamos a llegar? La canción nos habla acerca del amor después de la muerte, acerca de dormir al lado de esa persona para siempre. ¿Será algo que Dios no perdonará? ¿Asesinar a tu amor, y luego morir para estar siempre juntos? "Esta mirada y sonrisa de clarividente... Dios no me perdonará por esto, lo sé. Así que corta mi piel, y cierra los ojos, amor". ¿Es un crimen buscar el amor en la eternidad? ¿O tendremos que buscar la eternidad en el amor? ¿Estaremos, como dice la canción, condenados a buscar el perdón y la redención por toda la eternidad, simplemente por un crimen de amor?

Cloak

I was ducked under some dense bushes. The forest was dark and foggy, but I thought I'd heard footsteps in front of me. I walked behind the bushes as softly as I could, but I could still hear the cloaked figure's breathing. Sudden cold fell into my chest. Suddenly I could count my heartbeats, hear my every breath, and feel as dark red liquid ran through my body, working hard to keep me warm. The fog grew deeper as I followed the cloaked one deeper into the forest. Sometimes it seemed to hear me, and then turned around and kept on with its path. Why did I feel that urge to follow it around? I knew it was dangerous, I knew there were risks, mortal risks, but I still didn't care. The cloaked figure had me fascinated ever since I had seen it from the first day.
But still I couldn't figure out where it was going. Sometimes it turned around and seemed to stare at me; its red glaring was the only thing I could see beneath its cloak. But it would turn away wordlessly and glide away from me as soon as I wanted to approach. What was that?
The creature kept on gliding through the forest as I followed. Suddenly, the fog grew so dense that the creature seemed to have merged with it. Again, I had lost it. Again, I would have to wait for its signs, or my dreams, to reveal its location to me again.

Bring Back The Dead

He could hear it. Or was it maybe the wind? He stood up. He had been sitting against that gravestone for days, maybe weeks. He thought he'd heard it, the sound that had made his nightmares come to life every night since he was there, at that graveyard. Then came the visions, the expectation. What would happen when it became real? Would he fall, as he had dreamt before? Or would he remain there, silent, vigilant, as he was supposed to be?
He couldn't stand the falseness of his actions. Or were his thoughts the false ones? No, he thought. He had been dreaming about it for months, so much he wished it would become real at any moment. But it wouldn't. He had made his mistakes. The gravestone now lying behind his back proved it. And the necklace he was holding tight in his hand. He knew what the symbol meant, he just wished the dead had known it too.
Oh, how different his life would be if the dead had known it too...

But now there he lies, bloodstained, against the gravestone. He looked at the collar and whispered:

"Bring back the dead..."

The gravestone against his back suddenly moved. Was this real? Or was it another nightmare?