Illusion of Light
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
We've been quiet in cathedrals This rain shows no end Maybe we'll find a safe layby to sleep perchance to dream Been close to many fires But this one ultimately cremates We own to one for memories but I guess thus gods confirmed We'll suffer a perished fortune or a cinematic death if gracious at all they grant us a grave Feel secure to sleep now Everything's incomplete somewhen It's only the mirage of tomorrow with great many terms We leave all forsaken goods on the porch in twilight's blue Blitheness in our steps when the universe is through
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
Remains only a sculpture Of forged image of a soul Proclaimers have now shut their mouth The last wolves with distant howls And we never saw any wonders Another terms, another views A blurry point for this endless walk Yet an aisle for another queue Fundamental light Undress us all Shame us all Fundamental light We are perfidiously grown Abort the unborn Godspeed the black quartet May the wind cast your steed Our rage’s being dormant By the end of days Fundamental light Undress us all Fundamental light Shame us all Fundamental light We are perfidiously grown Fundamental light Abort the unborn Prepare a pile of the residual icons A heater for the winter’s gauze Our fathers fought with lions We leave unarmed for revolt And everything ever lived Portrayed the many ways of death A leaf falls and the earth trembles You just read last lines on the final spread And the dark still restrains the morning gleam We are bowed to say goodbye
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
Their hearts are quiescent volcanoes rooted into no man’s land Rushed naked into the winter With a hunger become too real Set the sun as the topmost watcher For the longest day to come The rays strike here in the muted sanctum where grief is the deepest type And where are they at nights we have no dreams Settled in the rain front as saline drops from the sky across the Earth And laconic clauses we share Our roots are dead in our own courtyard Past loves beseeched to reborn South wind might call them home From parables to reality From sons to elderly Choir of legions repeat their name To long, not to liberate And comes without exception the spring of funerals The summer is for long goodbyes The fall for nostalgy And the wailing hollow grounds of young December Rush-hour in the memory lane
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
No law has restrained my desires The pyre of souvenirs’ perpetual flame But to the halt I’ve been shambled and the years gained on my pace The rime on my heels had driven They sculpted proofs for life Nailed the firmament anew for me Built this spectacle of passing to where this graveled road ended Static in their eyes and smiles Lent for the soul for I felt lavished freedom Lash for the flesh for I cried for another fall And at the feet of coronated savior Rattled by his colossal hands Reverse all moments of my terrestrial times Snuggled in shroud of white I could repent, yet in my hindsight I truly would but in my past life Yes I always could, yet in my hindsight I truly would but in my past life Hear me speak for the last time And the white I wear is begrimed Say my name for the last time The white I wear is begrimed And for the brethren this ashen earth has swallowed into solitude of sleep everlong I would grant the highest of headstones in the most verdant hill the stellar rains will ever spring
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
It’s built in our minds Agreed with terms Greater than cosmos That our structure is time-bound And the time won’t kill It sustains torment Black clouds gather In immeasurable cluster But this is eternal My everlasting hate And this is a manifest To all I bear without Bestowed and earnest will But it’s the folly of man And transient We have burnt our beds Out of doors How do you feel When your heated up core Can carry no longer Another touch on the shoulders They go ahead The restless ones At the speed of bird With a moribund laughter
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
A passage A funeral for the living Born from coincidence To the death of dreams Before the final cut Speculating about the extended version of life A fault in existence Philosophy in the wildlife We let it recur With the law of lion Veins driven dry Splitting the sun for the poles apart And never come back For what has happened Sorrow is mute In solo, in choir The same heart beats In a soul and a machine All virtues belied On the Sunday of our life Platitudes to declarations In the cradle of cleanness a bird of prey Follow the living to the edge of a trench A single legionnaire to prevent the massacre Unavoidable recurrence Until the voice breaks illusion
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
The wind plays sweet elegies while seasons assimilate Strikes a gust of fatalism in the broad daylight And it comes across my skin It hardens my heart to let it in We slammed the doors to childhood echoing In the sleet we pass the line of black cars Forgotten that we lived today Erased chapter in history Garlands in the line of black cars Window view to the world we see Disposal site or a cemetery It’s a silly dream we are awaken to this world from Yet it’s adversary Endlessly flogging ourselves to sleep The unsung wailing in our arteries And slowly roams the line of black cars The fire in our hearts could flare but it’s a chance of rain today Stand solemn by the line of black cars And if this world would cease It’s clockwork could never revive Would we borrow time from eternity? The line of black cars roams endlessly The line of black cars roams desperately
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
Staring at the pyres of all the unreachable gives more bliss than one could bear Now encumbered by the blitheness of existence Days might chance but the vapor’s the same I wish we could still believe in this world Looking back saying we were never alive In this carnal material all means are achieved Let the wonder of harvest come abiding but kind I have fed the beast of a nightmare Torn the earth down to the core Roamed in the image of Adam Until the dawn of the luciferian light Who are they in the dark obsolete to colors Dancing in a doomsday prom Shrouded perfectly in blackest weeds Fear of endlessness read on each lip And triumph for those whose sailed afar To where the wind is fire to them They seek the infeasible from the south of seas Where the waves are walls around them We are equal before the sun But the night has just begun I glance daringly up to the sky It hardens my hands to try Foes and friends, both and in between Walk me to the martyr’s guillotine This earthly realm is least benighted From now on I might travel light
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
We hold them fast this time to no avail In the arms of stone and sacrifice And let loose before the morn breaks quick No hunger or cold chase them home The rain came droning For the fall to flourish The time aspired To become stagnant The last carriage In the wake of leavers The conveyor A pale redeemer Spare a grave for those who saw the world An epitaph they cannot comprehend From the tower at the end of a burning bridge See the twilight returns for good And gods retreated From the church of the mundane The row was quiet In the emerging thunder The water frozen In the front of the nameless And the year of sorrow Appeared endless Came the sands of Eden Carried by far winds Into a lonely isle In the lake of fire We believe in nothing Turned over a thousand times below the green The others who achieved peacefulness The time stands halt for us above the plains In the lines of these hands rivers could run
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026