Near Death Revelations

Oto twój raj, twa światłość fałszywa W marności jestestwie stłamszona W lustrzanym odbiciu twej chwały Gnije owoc boskiego stworzenia Tu trzecie oko wyrasta Choć slepe, niegodne Kuszących widoków Zza cielesnych bram Z każdą kroplą wciąż dalej Głębiej, w tunelu bez światła Z rozkoszą w męczarniach zaklętą Skuszony syn wciąż niżej upada Nie! To nie jest koniec. To nie czas ukojenia Wypchnięty z błogiej otchłani Spadłem na ziemię jak głaz Zawieszony w prożni spłonąłem Bezdymnym ogniem oczyszczon By skrzydła ponownie rozpostrzeć Jak feniks z popiołów znów wstać Zbudzony ze snów o ciemności Oślepiony przez moc ziemskich barw Powracam, otumaniony Okaleczony wciąż trwam A w sercu żar na nowo się tli choć skrzydła już postrzępione Szpony i kły ostre jak nigdy głęboko w twym sercu osiądą Jam odwieczny wróg Wróg ukryty Duma, nieskrępowana i czysta Bliznami pokryta Ja maszeruję znów Z szyderstwem w sercu się tli Wężowym językiem na skórze wyryta Wciąż uwięziony wśród kosmicznych praw Wznoszę królestwo niczyje Boże o tysiącu twarzy. W każdą z nich pluję Wiedząc że na nic moje starania Gdy w pył się obróci pogardy żar Gdy czarny blask beznadziei me czoło rozedrze Zamknę przed tobą swe serce Spłonę z cynicznym uśmiechem na ustach Na zawsze odrzucając twój dar Na górze. Na dole. Tu i poza

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

How do you picture the vision of your heaven? How do you paint the dread of your hell? What if there is no answer to be given No truth to be revealed Far from self - comforting lies Far from self - deceiving truths Silence is waiting for us Counting down our reunion This gaping void Always distant. Forever near Seductive void Never to be known I pity you. O seekers of God I pity you. O born of the night As neither above nor below Shall see your redemption I taste brimstone and my tongue becomes fire I melt my lips so my words become mute From within I burn myself to ashes I leave it all as a story untold I run from self - comforting lies I run from self - deceiving truths Silence is waiting for me Counting down our reunion This gaping void Always distant. Forever near Seductive void Never to be known We shall always roll our stones Up the hill And each time we shall fail Until there is no more to roll No top to be reached And no us to try For no question shall be answered No sin forgiven No deed remembered And on the day Utter tranquility shall be given away In all its horrifying glory No wisdom but confusion Born of this great disclosure No wisdom but confusion Near death revelations Attracted by the blinding light Like moths we fly towards the fiery end With hope to conquer the skies We throw ourselves into the void again

“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.” On the golden throne of skulls In the glass house of our dreams Sits the one who rules it all Oblivious, denied, forgotten Self-appointed king Hollow gaze of his tired eyes Focused, on the mirrors on the walls Drowning in reflections' endless maze Restless, always searching for the I Through the dusty libraries Of ancestral wisdom Through the riddles Of suspected thruths Diving Into the black and back again With hope there is no hope Into the light to see there is none No concession Not a single spark to be found “Who looks outside, dreams; Who looks inside, awakes.” Let him cry out loud in despair Let him dance to his own requiem Let the bow slit his wrists As the violin weeps Misguided by the ego's treacherous call Lost in the labyrinth of countless reveals Rebutting themselves one after another Disguided as promises of enlightenment All I saw was nothing but madness All we shall see is nothing but darkness All we shall leave is nothing but failures All we shall gain is nothing but faceless For no ocean of stars awaits Nor the womb of newborn possibilities But the shattering mirror itself Obscure void of misguided thoughts When darkness is conscious All horrors end No figures of light When mirrors shatter

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

I am immortal. I am eternal I am the one. Am I not? Fire is burning. Am I still dreaming Or already awakened from slumber? Through the seas of illusions I sail Through the psyche's oceans of want I travel Fighting the waves of abstractions Bashing the currents of our dreams Crashing on icebergs like ships Gone astray It's still burning. Dreaming. Breeding Shall I rise when dreams come true? It's still burning. Dreaming. Breeding I shall fall when dreams are flesh Diving into the unconsciousness To the bottom of the abyss of the self The smell of incense and bizarre plants Wicked voices whispering It's still burning - in my heart Dreaming - with opened eyes I see myself drowning In this lightless pit of mine It's still burning - in my heart Dreaming - with opened eyes I see myself digging The grave of mine Reality, misshapen and twisted Dissolves by taking new forms In oneiric ecstasy I begin this journey Into the depths of my mind To dance with my spirits alone On my father's corpse Branded with fiery tongues of Samsara I shall cheat karma and take its place The monument of my dreams In the centre of the world That's where I dwell Cosmic masturbation. Desire of the soul And thousands of thoughts Our children, breeding Flowing through time and space Trying to come into being Once and for all The world's most vicious desires Its dirt and emotions Inseminating the womb of the self Acid trip into depths Of the hivemind of gods Of collective unconsciousness And the moment I emerge I shall look down to see all of this Nameless yet real Superior. I shall watch this vanity Modern world in magickal mirror Mundane plane through the looking glass I am immortal! I am eternal! I am the one! Am I not? Am I immortal? Am I eternal? Am I the one? Am I not? To become one with desires To become one with my dreams I, animus, shall open my eyes To become one with desires To become one with my dreams I shall rise when dreams are flesh

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Like Shiva in the circle of Samsara In halo of nails I dance Phantoms, flowing through my veins I wander through the maze Of intoxicated mind The elixir from the land of peace In my unconsciousness I search for release I cross the portals of insight To escape the poison of life Choking with phantoms of happiness I touch both heaven and hell And the world takes off all of its masks Suspended in the state of neither-neither I swim through the streams of oneiric magick My body shivers My feet, my hands - cold as the dead The beat of my heart accelerates My mind, deformed by psychoactive phlegm Twisted images appear Bursting out of my head Like fragments of the world Through this flesh of god Like splinters of glass Through this flesh of mine Worms of despair are crawling Across my orbit New world order To forget here and now Mine alone to claim My nostrils are burning with its bitter taste The world has renounced its claims This is me on the plinth of euphoria The twins are closed Third one - opened wide Free of expectations Free of illusions of better tomorrow I put my universe in a pill To traverse the other dimensions To wander through the darkest corners of consciousness To integrate my self with this twisted projection of existence Cosmos in my hands Pocket size of the universe of mine Pupils enlarged and hastened breath Terrifying laughter and utter fear Life and death restrained This is the nightmare's beginning This is the nightmare's end The closer to the end, the more I'm afraid Life and death - manifesting themselves The closer to the end, the more I'm afraid Blood and tears Cold morning fears

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Maybe we are the stars indeed Gloriously burning with this stolen flame Conceited in the streams of the self To warm us up in our cold microcosmos To find reason where there is none And create the truth Where even lie does not exist To conform, adapt to the universe That was never built for us To conform, adapt to the universe That does not care Like every star we shall crumble Under the weight of our own And no shockwave shall follow But merely a spark of dying hope To kindle another flame Another one to shine up high And to wane Over and over again Paralyzed in blissful catatonia I submit myself to this cosmic fate Of constant fall from grace Endless leap of faith I refuse to know What cannot be known I reject wisdom of the earth Over and over again Only then I shall truly fly Only then I shall truly burn Wingless angel of the smokeless fire Forever concealed, forever close Host and parasite conjoined In the cord of universal spine Serpent coil, squirming in the trunk of the tree of life Deeper and deeper I'm falling. I'm drowning And no one is coming And nobody knows I am the victim of The curse of constant fall Always deeper down The tunnel of no light We are but fallen stars Hopelessly trying to rekindle the flame Lost in the streams of the self Yet it shall not warm us up And reason shall not be found Peace, comfort, reconciliation Were never meant to come Come for us Like every star we shall crumble Under the weight of our own And no shockwave shall follow But merely a spark of dying hope To kindle another flame Another one to shine up high And to wane I am the victim of The curse of constant fall Always deeper down The tunnel of no light

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025