OGs (Original Gravewarm Graveworms)
Being an active listener, I have both a warm & worm personality, friendly, open to others, enthusiastic, & affectionate. But I can be cold, too, like you. Come across me saxy foolish, Grace o Grave!
Life is not what we wanna have, life is what we have. That’s what I say. Does it make me a bull in sheep’s clothes? You tell me, I trust your good judgement! “Life is not what we want but what we have.” is what Arnošt Lustig says. Pay attention to his period, the hole meaning of it, I tink he’s trying to make a point. I knew this renowned fella Czech Jewish author, we were bullshipping quite a bit, err, philosophizing in my Czech Republic university years.
We OGs (Original Gravewarm Graveworms) are heard & seen as an extreme Phoenix symbol of renewal and regeneration, associated with change and growth of confi-dance, undergoing a rather weird metamorphosis as we grow, devouring the dead.
We represent the strangest yet happiest of transformation, the heartwarming & heartbreaking cycle of life, death, and rebirth.
Nonetheless, metaphorically speaking, to open a can of worms is to examine or attempt to solve some problem, only to inadvertently complicate it and create even more trouble.
God damn it, we OGs are like that. The thing is, an earthworm is a terrestrial invertebrate, which means it doesn't have a heart and has an open circulatory system. Oops.
OG, short for “original gangster” or “original gangsta,” is a slang term for someone who's incredibly exceptional, authentic, or “old-school.” OG was originally used in gang culture, but it’s now used as a general term to praise someone who is an expert at something. Baby, FFS, do not check my love resume, my XXXpurrtease hiss soo bad!
Nocturnal Hymns
As creatures as warriors , once roaming the earth
The darkness embracing the landscape below
Centuries of dark shall crack open the sky
A dragon is waiting and watching the light
Ashes to ashes and dust will be dust
An evergreen land where the lord shall command
As I wait in rapture the sword in my hand
Faith in the keepers of our legends
The patron of right shall remain on his throne
Fighting the evil, destroying their souls
Shadows of creatures, as ravens will fly
Whispering voices , infernal decay
As evil damnation spreading it wings
Through winds of salvation , riding my faith
Fire on heaven as silence will break
Have faith in your warrior and I shall arise
Beyond the darkness - reflecting shadows
In trail of nightmare
I hear the nocturnal hymns of the death
Forever silence - dreaming winter
In trails of nightmare
I feel the nocturnal hymns in my face
A dragon is flying in nocturnal sky
Fighting with fire , the blindness embrace
Reflections of deepest emotion I see
Awaiting the creature of eternal flame
Trough fire and cruelty I watching the sky
Feeling the anger of the burning souls
A kingdom in fear will remain behind
The dragon is rising on almighty side
With hate in my mind, I will fighting his life
Will fighting his life - his life
Blood on my sword , your rapture I feel
Desire of pain , the light shall remain
Suffering screaming, raping my breath
Summoning of terror, stained with blood
Wrapped in fear, visions of dread
Darkness remains, heaven and hell
Dragons surviving the fighting mankind
Ages of fear, remaining the same
Beyond the darkness - reflecting shadows
In trail of nightmare
I hear the nocturnal hymns of the death
Forever silence - dreaming winter
In trails of nightmare
I feel the nocturnal hymns of red blood
Ceremonial Requiem
Behind the Curtain of Darkness
... thy dying light
Howling screams I hear
Through forest dusk , the autumn shade
Different shades of dark
With hate embracing melancholy
Thy kingdom of the throne
As gardens die and heavens shake
Open scarlet sky
Burning candles
Like bleeding eyes of wrath
Though mirrors of freedom
I´m starring deep within
In times of war and dragons lore
And monuments of stone
The reflections of deepest blackness
Prevail the holy faith
Awaken from shadows
Lying behind the light
Wings of twilight
Falling rain on earth
This mournful sound of darkness
Capturing my sin
Within the hearth of harmony
A new beginning dawn
Awaken from eternal sleep - Mistress of the dark
With claws of darkness angels
Shred the bloodred sin
The secret of the ancient dark
Behind the queen of night
Dying echos on their ground
Screaming souls in fear
Forgotten tales of sorrow
Of feeble mortals life
Whispers of creatures
Flying with the winds
Coldest claws of evil
Searching for my soul
Within the voids of endless grieve
The angels of the death
Behind the curtain of darkness
Still waiting for a soul
Awaken from eternal sleep - Mistress of the dark
Graveyard of Angels
Into the Dust of Eden
When the moon is full
The stars are shining bright
Children of the night
Following the path
Searching for the light
The visions of the time
As the rain starts falling to the ground
The angels flying high
And (the) candles burning all around
The dust of Eden light
Searching for the way
Dwells in deepest dark
The sound of heaven calls
Into promised land
Where sleeping angels lie
Surrounded by their song
As the moon is rising in the sky
I see the sacred stone
And the gate of heaven will arrive
The power of this world
Where I should die
Angels spreading their wings of flames
Flying with the winds of fate
Through mirrors of heavenly forces
See the shining light
Lying - on the lake
Awaiting - the time
Seeing - the moonlight sky
Fighting - for your soul
Ablazing souls
Searching for the way
Surrounded songs
Falling from the earth
When I shall see the dust of Eden light
Portals of faith
Standing behind my self
Mother of earth
Release me from my pain
When I shall see the dust of Eden light
When the moon is full
The stars are shining bright
Children of the night
Following the path
Searching for the light
The visions of the time
As the rain starts falling to the ground
The angels flying high
And candles burning all around
The dust of Eden light
Searching for the way
Dwells in deepest dark
The sound of heaven calls
Into promised land
Where sleeping angels lie
Surrounded by their song
As the moon is rising in the sky
I see the sacred stone
And the gate of heaven will arrive
The power of this world
Awwdry Happy Burnt claimed that “The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.” You know, she was full of it.
An observatory is a loco or a location used for observing terrestrial, marine, or celestial events. Astronomy, climatology/meteorology, geophysics, oceanography and volcanology, phuck, baby, are examples of disciplines for which observatories have been constructed.
Historically, observatories were as simple as containing an astronomical sextant (for measuring the distance between stars) or Stonehenge (which has some alignments on astronomical phenomena). Thank you for recognizing my royal qualities, I reciprocake you too, err, creampie you too, you know what I mean.
A volcano observatory is an institution that conducts the monitoring of a volcano as well as research in order to understand the potential impacts of active volcanism. Among the best known are the Hawaiian Volcano Observatory and the Vesuvius Observatory.
Mobile volcano observatories also exist, to be deployed on demand. Each volcano observatory has a geographic area of responsibility it’s assigned to whereby the observatory is tasked with spreading activity forecasts, analyzing potential volcanic activity threats and cooperating with communities in preparation for volcanic eruption.
To express deep and often sorrowful feeling. You give me a soulful glance. And anything that’s soulful does express deep feelings, especially sadness or love. Look me in the great, soulful, brown eyes.
And this is a little crime spree reminder of how we got here, in full Gravewarm & Graveworm gear … Aren’t we OGs? OMG! Oh My Gangsta! Oh My Gangstar!
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