не все..но вот..с дебютника.есть Daucus Korota тексты..заходите все на gothicrock.полезный сайт Under Your Wing If you trust that soul You Will reach the top And then you will drop Blind fold keeps you hanging, Hanging in the air And you will see, You never touch reality, Never touch reality Feed the dog that bites your hand Kick their face, pat their head And when their back is turned Stick it in, revenge is their future To the ones who've done the wrong You'd better keep your eyes peeled, Hate never heals I'll be around - hammer and nail Kiss my hell, spill your fill It turns to love, turn to love Every drop is one less beat Take me please, please take me Under your wing, under your feet Chained to a black heart What's it like to die? What's it like? A million deaths, a million breaths To kill a million dreams, Tears flow like streams in ecstasy To worship God, to worship the Devil To fuck Jesus, suck Satan cold To grow older than old To be born wicked and bold, Wicked and bold You never touch reality, Never touch reality And then you drop Eva O. The Other Flesh All the desease and lonely remorses What treasures in solitude With which we caress Eyes straining to see through the blackness Through the still, damp air All day long I stare A child alternately sobbing or asleep The whole world is broken In new life and motion And I know I can never go back In sinister beauty Above my empty grave An anticipation of disaster Brings forth collective nightmares And in silence, behind them Come the twisted bodies of the dead (Bodies in balance, bodies in peace) Some enjoy the miracle of loving, The mirage of caring, The confusion of innocence - In the other flesh Rozz Williams/Paris Death Plays His Role Death, death, death... This is light, die for a time In a sudden end Relax - Relax to the knife Relax - Relax to reality Relax - Relax your eyes What is morality? Death, death, death... I stumbled over a few slabs today I saw a beauty in a long black hair Taking slabs in my dream Is where I stay, I feel aware This body is a state I'm in What is a non-dreamer? Black is color, Dark is this world, Death is life Compulsive, I feel I was born to mourn, The grave is my home Who is the death giver? Life is a circle, Death plays his role again Who is the death giver? Death plays his role again Eva O.