Patriotic Goth Music from Austria

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8fIj3u21n4




Our landscape raped by different armies
Soldiers, slaves who have no faces
Control our ways and lives completely
Our minds are torn, time left its traces
Controlled by TV screens and letters
That point out assimilation
To trends and movements from outside
Fall victim to this infiltration
Everybody's just consuming
What the media's dictating
And they all have just forgot
The joy that is to creating
Here in the heart of Europe
No one stands up proud no more
Here in the heart of Europe
Our culture is a dying whore
No room for individuality
Grey masses who think one way only
Move like robots through the streets
In our thinking we stand lonely
Once a land of art and culture
Now slave to streams from outside
Our nations culture, doomed and dying
Like a candle's fading light

Emily.Rose Tonight at Raw?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftVECze_GfE

Becky Lynch snaps and gets DQ’ed in title match against Maxxine Dupri: Raw highlights, Oct. 20, 2025

"Blond Noir Of Nightstreet." Anytime is an awesome time for goth. I went out on a November night back in 2023 to at last follow up on the Blond Noir using this cool shopping background I used in a nearby town close to Laurie. I took advantage of the LED street lights for the backdrop while it was at the late-night hours, with no people or car traffic to be any problem. The weather for that month was just right for this crossplay, and all I had to do was just look natural in my black and blonde's best and let the timer on the Olympus do the rest. That, and I edited it on Photo Scape for the classic Black and White style that makes goths look even better. As for a pre-Halloween goth? I say goth looks good just about anytime.
#blackamdwhitephotography #goth #gothic #gothgirl #leotard #fishnets #prehalloween #cosplay #crossplay #nightphoto

#art #Vikings #northernlights #North

Crown your dark side Gothic cosplay hats that steal the spotlight. Available on Etsy XZanthia.com

It seems a shadow of misfortune follows me. I've come to expect it: a fleeting moment of light is always chased away by a familiar storm, pulling me back under with brutal force.

What truly unnerves me is the silence within. The emotional echo of these disasters has faded to nothing. I am a dry well—events that should summon a flood of tears now barely register. Is this resilience, or is it erosion? My psyche, to save itself, seems to have severed the wires, leaving me feeling like an spectator in my own tragicomedy, muttering, 'This can't be real.'

I observe my life as through a thick, silent pane of glass. The impact is muted, the meaning distant. I am a curious stranger to my own apathy, asking, 'What happens when you simply have nothing left to feel?'

Is this emptiness making me stronger, or is it the void before the collapse? I built these walls stone by stone for protection, but now they encircle me. They keep the world's anguish out. The question is no longer about weathering the storm, but whether I am fortified within a sanctuary, or entombed within a cell of my own making.

So i get an n word pass. Im a super light skin black male.