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Frozen Flames
06:17
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Frozen Flames
Dark is this night; a thundercloud, black lightning
By this frantic fire, frozen flames are blackly shining
Closed, inside itself, a nothingness that's rotting
Blinded, a maybe, nothing seeking nothing
Self-sufficient, vast abyss
Deep spectrefill'd unbliss
A drainage of air—may I safely assume
That when it all has been drained, that vacuum can't breathe vacuum?
In orbits of spasm is darkness breeding darkness
An orbiting dance in ever shrinking gall'ries
Self-sufficient, vast abyss
Deep spectrefill'd unbliss
A yawning chasm of the sorrow that is one
Of grief, desertion, and the battles all unwon.
Elimination of what causes grief to be—
Thus in the end there will be nothing there but me.
Dark is my night; opaque its every hour.
Choking the daybreak a mist that may devour.
A secret well known, a light that isn't shining.
The rain-hidden diamonds: short distance—road is winding.
Self-sufficient, vast abyss
Deep spectrefill'd unbliss
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Heroine
05:49
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Heroine
A filthy place, an open tomb,
A rotten stench: inverted womb.
Drunk upon the thick odeur of death
I can't recall how here, I came
Don't understand if I'm to blame;
I had no chance to catch my breath.
Pale glow through the phosph'rent screen
Shallow shapes, a forest green;
Enslaved, or interested? Both?
Square shaped mirror, inward gaze,
Paths of dream: a misty maze;
Himself, an object which to loathe.
Struggling tree, steps of silence
By the heroine's gates
Daily nights by the nightly daylight
Condemned by the fates
I saw you through the interlace
A dream in which I saw your face
And of the mist, some left my frame.
But not for long, I couldn't know
How to leave and where to go—
A change, yet all remained the same.
Struggling tree, steps of silence
By the heroine's gates
Daily nights by the nightly daylight
Condemned by the fates
It colours me: I turn to pale,
Deadly silent, roaring gale—
For want of will and courage lost.
Remember I, what see I did?
The broken joy, from which I hid?
Heroine, the one, that reach I must?
Struggling tree, steps of silence
By the heroine's gates
Daily nights by the nightly daylight
Condemned by the fates
Crumbling tree, roaring silence
I bid thee, heroine, wait!
Daily nights by that blazing twilight.
Blind challenge of fate.
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The Cloud
Unknown to man at the pole there's a long-hidden pool:
Feared by the ancients its secret entices the fool.
Radiant fire that will burn with invisible flame;
Unworldly colours, as no hue that appears is the same.
Sacred the profit that the warlock did seek in his greed—
A craving so potent as to burn stone and make fossils bleed.
Poisons the waters in his effort to make deserts bloom,
That gleam in his eyes is the spell of disasters that loom.
Slow-spreading southward, the purple-ish cloud,
Beyond the horizon it thunders unloud.
Naught to be seen in disease-reeking gloom
As man does approach his Sarnathian doom.
Hidden from knowledge: the kernel, the canine-like beast
A howl in the desert, a bushfire, and cultists do feast.
The outsider-spirit, the herold of mad Azathoth—
Darkhaunting unmist that sold you what knowledge you've got.
Slow-spreading southward, the purple-ish cloud,
Beyond the horizon it thunders unloud.
Naught to be seen in disease-reeking gloom
As man does approach his Sarnathian doom.
Particles spreading the cat-poison of their decay,
Nourishes deathclouds with pow'r so devour they may.
Sooner or later the child his undoing will find—
Sooner than later; the one-eyed keeps leading the blind.
Counter the clockwise, a mist-boiling cloud;
The pale, tattered King dons his yellowish shroud.
Struck by a corpse-reeking shattering blow—
Miasma that cleanses so silently slow.
Spreading southward, the purple-ish cloud,
Beyond the horizon it thunders unloud.
Naught to be seen in disease-reeking gloom
As man does approach his Sarnathian doom
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Not Like You Murdered Anyone
A thousand of bottles,
A bottle of Christ.
A clueless redeemer
All vampiric, disguised.
A gospel of lies,
A lust that shrouds another—
Unsacred heart
Eaten by blind one's brother.
Ulterior anguish,
Ulterior pain
The clearer your cuts are
The more you stand to gain
Twohundred songs
In lacking rhyme and reason:
Liquoric mist,
Yours is a filthy treason.
No need to feel anguish, no need for regret—
Not like you murdered anyone.
To be there before you required they are;
Of course they matter, all and none.
The harlequin whispers,
The harlequin waits.
His dress is outrageous,
But not so are his baits.
Motherly love excuses baser instict
A longing that lures them
From the wholesome precinct
No need to feel anguish, no need for regret—
Not like you murdered anyone.
To be there before you required they are;
Of course they matter, all and none.
Twilighted ricegrains,
The broader the strokes
Fashions the moonlight
In raven-black cloaks.
Left love-like hand
That gives its strokes in malice;
Androgynous thief
That slyly drains her chalice.
No need to feel anguish, no need for regret—
Not like you murdered anyone.
To be there before you required they are;
Of course they matter, all and none.
No need to feel anguish, no need for regret—
Of course they matter'd, all and none!
To be there before you now mist-led they are
So you can murder everyone.
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Face the Hydra
07:46
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Face the Hydra
Oh what Great God was her source?
Oh what great crime was her cause?
A hazy cloud of shattered, splinter'd mirror glass
An eldritch horror filter'd down from long-dead stars.
Lacking form yet manifest
Craving lust may never rest
Crawling through the mazes of the city nights
A harbinger of nameless outside sounds and sights
Face the hydra, kiss her writhing wrist
The hideous hydra, she's million-faced, the mist.
Knows not right and knows not wrong
An Otherness, not to belong
Dozens charmed and struck down by her blazing glance
City orbits in a suicidal trance
Touched the hydra, the abyss had them kissed
The hideous hydra, she's million-faced, the mist.
The spider-thing theat feeds upon the pleasure of their pain—
Another one to prey upon as formers go insane.
The horrors of the chasm hide behind that lashed smile;
It drains them to their last will as it outstays each their while.
Early wounds become a gate—
An inner taint that craves a mate.
An Outer one was drawn by Similarities
Bloated by her thousand young in cavities.
Mother hydra, the beast one can't resist
The hideous hydra, she's million-faced, the mist.
The hideous hydra! A taint that's widely spread!
The mother hydra! A million monsters bred!
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6. |
The Gates of Winter
05:20
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The Gates of Winter
Something you know,
Or something you forgot?
The whispers that resound through your mind
From those places where you'd fear to go.
Springs from inside,
Your descent from it you cannot hide—
The mist-world that you know from your dreams
Envelops Nature in its clutches, far and wide.
At the gates of Winter
In the gathering night
Its fearsome flock approaches,
Growing closer within sight.
A wind came with dawn
From mist-lands in the north.
A harbinger of auroral haze
Clutching fallen leaves in Niefel-spawn.
Circling the scene,
The raptor's ghost outsides has seen.
His spirit lends its will to the mist,
Uncreating as his lot has always been.
At the gates of Winter
With the huntsman in flight
His hideous pack approaches
Drawing closer within sight.
Fingers of night-clawing
Frostened wood
Reaching skywards, reeling
Storm-night's Bor-spawn, within
Striking distance
Wild hunt wind-borne follows.
Cling to the flame,
As dark is growing forth.
Agaist it clutch the fire in your mind,
And ensure that you and it are same.
In echoes of rain,
In the firelight where to remain
Some shades of the deep cavernous depths
Are coming close to know existance once again.
By the chasm of Winter
As man clings to the light
An elder host approaches
Stainless stay within its sight
Open'd gates of Winter!
In the bright-frosten'd night
What Winter's is approaches,
Drawing closer within sight.
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