MayheM-From the dark past
A face in stone...decayed by age
A man who has returned to tell of his damnation
Fears so deep, the mouth open wide
The dream died away before dawn of this time
The eyes - stares so empty
The mouth - screams so silent
Tell me - what did you see there
In the darkness - of the past
Ancient times legends stories so dark
Blackened his sight now
Not even the memories are left
Back after such a long time
The stone is cold as death
But what formed its true fears
Only the wind is able to tell
DARGAARD:
...of broken stones
Waters unleashed...
Fires unbound...
Ashes surround my feet
as I see how might could work... Once more...
Shadows embrace me
with their wings of frozen fears
my elements the necromancer's dream
tear flesh from bone
Stones broke up, iron melted
as I set my feet at the shores of the underworld
Now pure to enter the forbidden realms
I walked the path of spirit once more
As pure as the prophecies have told
"And we shall journey into the realms of the dead
and contest with the forces therein
to gain knowledge from the burning lands
but never he shall return to the world of light"
Demon Eyes
I am the one you called
Deep in the night you lost your soul.
Through demon eyes you saw
What lies behind the mask of life.
To ride with me - to cross the firesea…
Were these your greatest dreams?
Eternal wisdom you will earn
Far away from present days.
Through demon eyes you saw
The spheres I left for centuries.
Shadows of the worlds beyond
They touch you like a burning wind.
A circlegate of neverending journeys
Is close to the eyes you now call your own.
Walk the path of spirit
Into dimensions unknown.
Through demon eyes you died…
NEGURA BUNGET
Uprising Follow
I wring the secret out of my body...
Drowned in the unknown of this Black Sea,
My forever swallowed body,
Whirling grows to my deepest fright
Into the darkest depths of nothingness
I dip my head into the water,
The pressure that drains my shape,
Pushes me away beyond my limits,
Pulls me back in the warmth of the known.
...I strike away...
but my twin is rising...
...and vibrating together
With the diaphanous flow.
Splashes in a thousand drops of awareness
Oceans dragging me together,
Washing away all fates
And all that could ever be.
I look at the great well of the universe,
Where my body lies still hanging.
My visceral seethes are sweating.
Dissolving tissue in this pain
Through living, roughs become alighted.
Liquefying my subtle substance,
From stone to flesh
And flesh through wit.
The steam is tearing out of me.
The vapors are breathed
Into the plasma's newly born cavity,
With enlightened viscosity.
In the womb of Kosmos
A glistening hoard has been woven...
A virgin ethereal globule springing
In a pneumatic living.
Heir of an old heredity,
Heightening until the Octahedron is gliding
The final step into the uprising follows.
Post je objavljen 27.12.2005. u 14:07 sati.