Longing
Cold empty space Need to touch (present life) Thy life is none For thy soul burns Hate for will My grief will be avenged Bailing the grass Flaying Timeless grasp Flaying Smolder the bones Horror on the stones Roped hands Are raking air Slight of life Fate stands Its wicked snare A needle of life Bail me Like rows of hay A needle of life Cold... Hate... Cold empty space Hate for will For thy soul burns They grief will be avenged
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Flood, flood, denied Echo of suffering Hold (blue) ghost The lay of the land Wont see where you stand On waves far from sand On them you tremble And master of rains Sends liquefied grains To ride ocean pains To nowhere at all And nothing to borrow And nowhere to follow Nowhere at all Nameless and frayed... Rows and rows Winter of life to know Beating hearts on stone Pulsing out in rows Carve my eyes in stone Hang my skin in rows Weathered like a throne Suffer And drowning No hope for existence Breath blood If they would beach you these waves of destruction Would only collapse you and leave you to lie On peasant tread landing where youd have a hand in The death of a million for only a lie where strengthened youd try To torture the masses and sink them in chains to This river enslaving that never runs dry Death wielding reach of rehumanised fingers That grasp as they bludgeon the helpless that writhe if only to cry If they would reach you the stain of destruction Would flow on as endless from landing so wide And battles would rage you and war would not fail to Drain blood from the masses and leave to lie where death circles high Where plundered the buildings and burning the forests Youd rage drunk with power and cripple the wise So here we will leave you on waves far from shore Fleshless and barren these waves to enslave you so your victims can rise
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
Hanging like glass Eternity of ash Longing still But never will Sever the past To breath at last Hanging low Buried like snow Fire burns past A river of ash A river of ash Longing still But never will Sever the past To breath at last A river of ash
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
The dialogue is sampled from the scene in "The Masque of the Red Death" (1964 film) when Prospero meets the Red Death in the Black Room. Red Death: Prospero. You command me to wait? Very well. I wait. Prospero: Condotti? Rimini? Who are you beneath your mask? Red Death: Is my costume such a disguise that you don't recognize me? Prospero: Your voice is familiar. Dr. Bernelli, that's who you are. Bernelli, you dog, thinking to... You are not Bernelli. Red Death: No. The doctor dances in the white room. But I passed close by him. Truly, Prospero, you don't know me? Prospero: So you've come. Red Death: Yes, Prospero. Prospero: [To Francesca] On your knees. Francesca: Prospero! Prospero: [To Francesca] On your knees. [To Red Death] The Prince of Darkness. I would like to see your face. Red Death: There is no face of death until the moment of your own death. And I am only one of many messengers. Prospero: Who do you come for? Red Death: Many. Prospero: All? Red Death: Not all. Prospero: I knew I was right. I knew it. I've won. Red Death: The time of unmasking. They begin to show their naked faces.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Breathlessly Still waiting Restlessly Still waiting Every man creates his own god Wearing them all Beneath the mask
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.