Awaiting the Cinnamon Dawn
Behold shadows in the night Dance in the firelight Pagan men sings pagan songs Long before the Christ was born Meadows sleep in forest deep Prepare for eternal sleep Existence come to an end Human race will rise to reign Flame of fire Burning higher Figure dance Around the pyre Praying to dark Gods of old Earth Singing aloud Songs of despair… A magic bone-flute's sound Is piercing through my ears Ancient anthem all around Someone's speaking through the years Voice are warning in my head For a long time we've been dead Nature's time will soon return All fake idols will be burned! Chaotic dance Symbols movements Fire cast shadows On the land Dancing to the Rhythm of the earth Awaiting their Mother's rebirth
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 22, 2026
I am crying and wanted to be dying Absurdly necessary drops of tears are falling On a purple surface and are connecting. Connecting with liquid of my life and death. I was too naive to consider she wasn't real, But it is only her siring me my power. She lies that way, that believe, that she knows. I say thanks for the pain That cries out my name. She is so monotonous And at the same time excitably illegible. Des coups de centaines d'ailes de corneilles Ont bruit autour de ma te et la reine'n a faitt Qu un signe de main I see a gloomy dark cloak of a tearful night Thousands of freezing ideas make their way Through branches of my lite covered with hoarfrost Then again the thousand times known greedy morning And the queen herself arrive with it In a deadly black carriage Dawn by a pair of white horses Hear cracking of frozen snow, Snow in my hands starts to burn I see darkness… But I know there was a day.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The cold winter wind is calling my name And falling snowflakes are touching my face I lie on the ground embracing the earth She's mother of mine she gave me birth High above me Thousands of stars My sister might Opens her arms And in the silent moonlight O can breathe again My body and earth are For the moment the same I feel trees growing Up from my hand My legs such water From soil to get strength Stars are singing Dark lullaby Soon the dawn Come with the light I am the forest I am the land I am the falling leaf I am the grain of sand No matter if it's day Or if it's night I'm the last shadow I'm the first light
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The view of my heart Is a depressive and inappeasable Picture of this age I which I find peace And wander through the void To the realms beyond recall. Eaten by a feeling of the cruel past And the future, Whilst my true sell is bleeding. Composure of my soul Is endlessly far away And at stream of my thoughts Is concentrated only on destruction Sadistic intentions come to the surface A restless sleep full of horror dreams With pictures of ruins and mass graves As houses are exploding in my dreams, Crushing human beings in their firm grasp. My soul being rent and smashed, Slowly fades away, until one day There will be nothing left of it.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Sec the face of the tree Watch branches in the wind See the face of the tree I know it's looking at me There's a leaf falling down Just a tear, small and round Quietly, with no sound. It touches the weeping ground. The face starts, singing a song Of sorrows and of hope Words coming out of its mouth Like birds from lands in the south Melody ancient like the world Taken by wind, oh, so cold It's like a cry of the earth Forever known, forever heard More and more tears in its eyes As if it knew it would die And It's trunk, strong and proud Is reaching for the clouds Whispers prayers in the breeze Call the sun which can not hear And quietly disappears Leaving cold darkness with fear See the face of the tree I know it's looking at me And the dumb en in its eyes I know it's me that see
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I saw the living land I saw its slow movement I saw the living land I saw its dreamy dance I heard its heart beet strong I heard its quiet voice I saw colours so bright I saw the sun its tight I saw the moon so coll I heard stars call me on The bell is ringing Up on the hill The land is sleeping All is so still The earth is dreaming Haring no fear Midnight's coming Darkness is clear Then the morning Wakes up the trees The sun is rising Killing the chill The earth starts singing Having no fear Midday s coming Light is so clear Felt the breath of lite Felt the power rise I knew just for a while That could never die Heard the sound of earth Heard a song from depths Heard it sing of me Why, will never see
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Great anger, wrath, and hate Are emanated from the others, Envy mammon, ingratitude Are signs of thus age With a feeling of injustice. The distrust of surroundings Is pestering my mind But there's no different way. I believe only in myself In m future, In my return Believe only in myself Shut in the shell of privacy, M posing brutality and spite Of the world that surrounds me, And I'm trying to find at least A little bit of lore and friendship. But I'm surrounded by darkness of the contempt. Which makes me believe Just and only in myself
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Crystal tears fill of the past Roll down my face My thoughts are drowned in The depths of emptiness Without a chance to revive The hope for escape From the dark depths of solitude Feelings of the told rejection And never-ending loneliness Are striking against my mind Brutal attacks of my senses Are saying Lore your death only your death Destroyed body, Emptiness of the soul, My mind is ready to meet infinity. I love my death That sill break the curse And will take an obsession Off my hands …like a billowing wave…
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Shadows of souls that scream and cry In today's emptiness endless and dry Where may never sound the silence Which pronounce no more From star energies I'll weave a vision That lived with and hoped Again the cinnamon morning Of the desperate message of purple frogs V don't want to see it But I can't help watching Their day, their night, and evening Struggle still frog hours are flying They fight, they laugh, they dispensably exist Full moon, wolves call Now I'm waiting Invoking a day To bring oblivion In the morning I look at A herd of Alice's grinning mirrors Rind the shards will tear faces Of all the days and nights And dreams and desires If I finally understand What I've stepped into Magnificently I won't know why lived
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026