In the Flames of Black Art

Coming into the blazing chamber I am reviewing myself in the flames of black art I can hear the plaintively singing of an unknown song of the night I am divina into the mirrors overfull With the dark of secrets I find traces of past decades I don't want the sun The night is eternal in me Like the storms of waterfalls I am in the flames of black art My heart didn't stop beating And my breast isn't icy But my thoughts are covered with the dark And my heart has attired the black Where the night spreads to out the earth I will go there looking for the night In the flames of black art

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

I saw the tree at the night Which with his colour was killing the most sublime feelings in me And the rain led me by the furthest corridors of the dreams To show the pearls of people's minds To strip the symbols It was so long ago when the flashes of lighting Were listening to the scrteam of the thunder Staying in an eternal trance i don't cry Looking at i don't understand the fear I climb the clouds of mysteries Finding the relief, finding the lost feelings Surrounded all around with immensty drops Esteeming over all the taste of life It's misteries secrets and moments of trances I am swimming across impossible to preform confessions To perish stripped naked among an ugliness of conscience Finding my shadows which still coincide In the beginning and the end

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Hurry my steeds chased by the wind Across the crystal meadows Nobody will hear the piano of melancholy The music is dancing in my heart In the midst of the stillness and the storm When the past closes my feelings in the ice-chains I will rise the mirror of my visions above the thoughts To steal merciless the flower of the gods Which they give away falsely And the blast of magic and the blackness of sin Will undermine my scarlet face When the wind mutter dreadful You will feel my kiss When the wind blows into the horns You will feel the flames of blazing blood Because only i am the god in my secret garden

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

I can see dense hazes Which cover me with their clouds I can see dark clouds Which near inevitable It is the time to wake up the eclipse This is the time of inevitable eclipse Sleeping in torpid weakess Chined to the burning lake It will spin the sky with its shadly breath This is the time of inevitable eclipse

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Sitting by the candles Before the mirror of my inspiration I look at my mirror's picture So who am i if there stays a mind of an Inexhaustible mistery with me? So dance faster with the wind of your shadow So chase faster in the rain of storm feelings Drive the chariots of slassy clouds Looking for the silver groves And for me the scream of forgotten rain Where only remains to me to go by the thorns By the bridges of the past So i give seven golden fires So i give seven golden keys Seven golden fires Seven golden keys

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Why do you rise me above the clouds And i hear the voice of my lust That i hid away from the light Only desire can be the wind in my dreams Maybe the wind will find a look in nameless mirror Maybe the wind will find the inaccessible jewel I see a bird on the sky, which steals my longing and takes it away He it bears sadness and naked sorrow around me I sail the gold sky above mountains' tops and forests I sail above eternity Give me a night, just one more night full of dream Because when the mourning comes I will rest for ages on the rocks Where water and wind dance forever

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Swimming on black wings of winds I am flying up in a gravely valley of my dream I am falling in the tub full of blood I am dreaming about crying portraits I can not die - this night is so bright I can not cry - my eyes are so dry I can not wait - my blood is dying so fast in my black heart I can not be silent - the sore in my throath is so hot The scream is burning The dream about crying portraits

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

The storm, that the flames of black art have started The storm, which has left the symbol of thousand fires The storm, which gives the thousand minds The storm, which will thunder forever

Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 12, 2025