The Gallery

We are the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind... The strangeness of awakening in an oh so silent world Breathlessly waiting for the first proud beams of light As the hours grow longer and the shadows never fall My sky has forsaken me My desperation grows Bring me the light in the darkness that never ends the dawn will never come punish my heaven We have arrived at the outermost crossroads The charge of cosmos at our atmospheric skies will cause our fall If I had wings, would I be forgiving? If I had horns, would there be flames to shy my smile? Hymns of loss are heard from the masses in the streets praising the last of days I punish Bring me the night in the fires that never end The dawn will never come Punish my heaven The charge of cosmos Charging at us from unearthly distance I challenge the universe It's the choice between heaven and hell My soul bears all the weight of mountains As mankind weaves its silent end Can there be no forgiveness? I curse the heaven above me As the light sinks through my outstretched fingers Fading in my open arms Make each tear in my bare hands a lifetime in hell On this last day of light when our autumn leaves fell And as heaven itself commands me out of its lair My face lined with darkness I'll go!

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Make all the cold trees mourn their branches frozen in sightless motion Waving, reaching for the whipping rain There was silence and the firmament withdrew revealing all, shapelessly and swiftly In carmine and crimson stood flaming the sky The relics of myths that exploded and died Dismantle the sun and stars in their rise and rend from the skyline the black in our eyes The skyline so empty all but one, nonexistent Words were not, nor gesture, thought or life The skydancers laid slain and old The firmament in perpetual withdrawal Lux Aeterna - sing unto the world

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

Time conceals itself in error when all is turned to lie oh blissful rapture flee from me the liquid light shares its grandeur the spring of Eden shall never run dry Creation holds its breath Tomorrow is no friend of mind drench logic - drench judgement awake - every sense is new For we know no tomorrow and yesterday appears in fragmented form What now must burn shall with newfound strength emerge Drift through my eyes Bacchi gates bid me welcome Drench logic Drench judgement So drink from the fountain everlasting...drown With these eyes the land can no longer deceive us He cried into nothing with the voice of his soul New logic brought upon the remains of his land the land deceives Bacchi gates bid me welcome

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Strangelove dance the dividing line We shall burn the earth we shall burn our lives For the tallest tree shall battle most the wind it leaves the week behind The storm that you've denied me shall force your world to fall Your castles made to tremble with foundations based upon a lie The storm that you've denied me sweep the undivided truth His mind shall not of thoughts be tempted nor words can heal his bleeding scars We must burn our minds Colours collide with the words of his beliefs Bring back the storm of distant years Tumbling, trembling as there is no waking up there is no dividing line as logic now fails Stream upwards, rage against them all Speak of words hidden in your song mere mortals strive for strength in numbers there is no dividing line As the writer defies the empty page the empty mind its feed shall seek Pass on to the frail and mindless now what sanity discards The storm shall sweep the weak of heart and tear your castles down Crush the very foundations on which your faith is based Torn across the dividing line

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Come and dance through my vanity's halls Welcome to my exhibition Ornaments fall the fate of my art, condemned And the creative seed that grows to the tune of the harvest song Embody my lifelong passion intertwine with the structures of my art Those empty frames staring at me One lonely portrait covers the lovestarved canvas in honour of the birthless rebellion within me Every picture holds a tale Every shade tells of a thousand words The artistry of living chaos is pictured in the poets tears 'Cause everything burns The final concept Is all but a thought away Be gone, you foul enchantress of decay! My thoughts and words will come to right In my chamber where chaos conveys Kneel down to my desire Deep in the vaults of my carnal agony Emptiness! Orchestration thru colours To never return to my guidance Burning my art

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

Devoid of life Far from the strengthening force from which it feeds The unbroken silence swear allegiance to thee Behold the answers that darkness sets free Freedom beyond the enslavement Never let loose upon the world can we forgive the enchanter that dance beyond the skyline dark The stains of fire, the one begotten ancestor to one of far greater strength Starvation divine For he shall stand no taller than the flames that is his feed Let us not go gently into the endless winternight We are but strangers acting on our fragmentary perception Perception is the lie of the misled Things are not what they appear So swear by your deception There shan't be fire, nor shall the flame Quench the desire to reign With fear of its dawning appears now in sight The one brooding warning Stand clearer than night

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

Wings of fire burn the night Slumbering eyes their flares shall greet Let the past cling on to its futile self And may the present rush for the future's glare Grave to cradle cradle to grave so infinity clash Grave to cradle cradle to grave in twofold matter Two forces gone full circle never shall one of the other grow fond Join me, the time is upon us He spoke and in fury we flew Far beyond the limits of time Disown the borders of life itself crafted and moulded all in one form split up and scattered in the world that we own Grow towards me beknight the strength of the symbiosis backwards striving counterparts with different eyes have observed of time unconditional Grave to cradle Cradle to grave so infinity clash Grave to cradle Cradle to grave in twofold matter Tell of days to come Tomorrow remembered Your yesterday, my future Recollection of the day Delusions cast where dead trees sway The sabre that separates is the candle that burns both ends Born from death you now confront me Back to death with my life I take you Die more with each movement of mine

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Lethe, give me to drink of the fluid that disintegrates and lend me the sweet balm and blessing of forgetfulness, empty and strong Hold me near, unravel the stars as I speed through the heavens, speed through the night for you are my blade and my rope, your are my Lethe In currents of cobalt you storm through my heart to sever, to puncture the memories that burn Let sweep through the arteries in sharp stabs of pain your talonlike fingers to kill me again Steal me, invade me and charge me again for I burn and I shudder burn with each movement of So, cleansed through a floodlight I appear; reforged and renewed caressed by the sweet balm and blessing of forgetfulness, empty and strong Lethe, Hold me near, my one friend and guide as I drown through your fingers, drown through your love for you are the life that I hate you are my Lethe Drag me down, in passionate sighs with the ocean above me and flames in my eyes and grant me a life I can live without...

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Silence in shivering solitude obligations pressure for all to bear All the pitiful answers, the innocent lies Can mere words fill the emptiness from which I fed? Be gone, Oh yielding evidence of greed Safe now on the other shore Behind: The emptiness from which I fled Can silence be shared? If so, can the perception of silence fit into the frame which is to represent the unity for which we stand? The confines representing a timeless sacrifice. No eye can of silence tell lie Silence, yet the absence of sound does not feed me The essence of beauty alone Fall silent to lingering charm Brought forth be the sun Shed light on the emptiness What can be extracted from nothing What can be found within the emptiness Be gone, Oh yielding evidence of greed Safe now on the other shore Behind: The emptiness from which I fed Brought forth be the errors of our ways As is denial so is contempt Introspective to all but one Tear apart the flames No eye can of silence tell lie What can be extracted from nothing What can be found within the emptiness Be gone, Oh yielding evidence of greed Safe now on the other shore Behind: the emptiness from which I fed Brought forth be the errors of our ways As is denial so is contempt Introspective to all but one Tear apart the flames No eye can of silence tell lie How can I even begin The battle where noone wins From answers I now flee Screaming out to no avail Have I become what for so long I've dread The missing pieces Must now be replaced What eyesight fails to grasp Is the emptiness from which I fled

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Jackal, aches for pain beyond me Bestiality beckons - the anger set free For there is no pain greater than thine For there is no gain but the fury inside Desolated since derived Torn screaming from the gaping wound Always be cherished The grandeur of melancholy outward reprisal Swear by your throne Fallen words shall grieve thee the grandeur of melancholy Frailty, thy name is weakness vengeance, thy name is pain Storm through the still glowing night Ember eyes beyond reason shall see Flee from the safety of the sheltering sky See all but logic, so vengeance shall be The grandeur of melancholy Charge into uncertainty's promised land Always and never your are the nail Cursed, cursed Oh essence of the night guide me Cursed, cursed oh sweet revenge heal me Frailty, thy name is weakness Vengeance, thy name is pain the nail Jackal, aches for pain beyond me the storm that now grabs me is the storm of my soul For there is no pain greater than mine For there is no gain but the fury inside Once so bereaved and ever so suppressed Charge and split up the anger Wake up the jackal Let out his wrath Always and never he spoke of his pain Always and never you are the nail Always be cherished the grandeur of melancholy always and never you are the nail

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025