The Fading Tale

The crowd is lamenting over The tragic fates of victims Despite the fact that about the Drama On the stage of her ensnare soul They are silent Desolate scene under the old tree's neck Waiting for justice from the stormy sky On the dark faded pictures Among shards, raspberries were scattered Only little stream of blood Was fouling porcelain mouth A figure of the beloved in the glassy glance The sweetness of her face Was absorbing crowd's attention In darkness the troubled eyes Have aroused true emotions The knife was still warm The betrayed lover Which was scalding hand She has thrown it straight away... Bitter wine on their wedding day She'd been drinking it in loneliness In the circle of whirling crowd Holy silence instead of scream She had become desirous of what She shouldn't have ever dreamt Playing a part of a beautiful bride Was not her destiny The old tree's neck within the sight To put to death her insanity Desolate scene under the old tree's neck Waiting for justice from the stormy sky On the dark faded pictures Among shards, raspberries were scattered

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Confiding thoughts My skin is too loose It covers winged arms Dancing beneath closed eyelids Dancing beneath closed eyelids... The sleeping ancient goddess Chasing her dreams With the open trembling arms Dance beneath eyelids With a delicate smile On her mild face With the wind flowing down With the drops of silky rain Flying over the ocean... I've been afraid of the night Solitude at the end of nightmare Faces which brisk up On the dark paintings Over empty bed... The sleeping ancient goddess Chasing her dreams With the open trembling arms Dance beneath eyelids With a delicate smile On her mild face With the wind flowing down With the drops of silky rain

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Wings of a butterfly inside My spirit revives, I feel The horizon is widening the circle My destiny is in the clouds The Stone Pilgrim kneels Carving his way One grind of sand Every night and every day I believe the Eternity lasts In unreal ocean Which is pervading us Mixing the colours of epochs Hearing the whispers of silence Over the roofs of this town I want to restrain the time Love is a dance of butterfly The Stone Pilgrim kneels Carving his way One grind of sand Every night and every day I believe the Eternity lasts In unreal ocean Which is pervading us Mixing the colours of epochs I ask is the freedom a gift or is it just a punishment for courage of humans mind? Do we find the divinity in Your silence, my God?

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

In my mind's eyes I see the path To the gates of child's land Fluffy moss under my feet My hair talking with the wind Drops of rain which have just fallen down Like the pearls on cobweb's cover I ask who we are The candle lights Waiting for unquiet wind A crooked mirror of space A handful of ash which wants to Become the diamond Although the Time is mocking at us so openly He is laughing at us Setting its face against us We are not able To rule over the current of his stream In my mind's eyes I see the trees Which are trying to touch the sky With their whispering arms Old tales are being told by the bird Just opening the arms is enough To be soared up by the wind Although the Time is mocking at us so openly He is laughing at us Setting its face against us We are not able To rule over the current of his stream The Nature answers We are what we believe

I remember that warmth Which I felt inside Awaken to a new life The temple of unborn child Hollow sounds of world Like an ancient tales Were the prophecies Of great Judgement Day On that shiny day The separation came Like the prophecy Of my coming End Acute sharps of the rocks Which wound my feet The roots of fear Have grown into my skin Sometimes I stop to hide Underneath the linen of his arms After that, on sleepless night I sing sweet lullaby For my loneliness I will come back there someday And the rustle of the lost cities Will relieve me with its prayer Mother Earth will cover me The Nature will destroy the body structures As lightly as she had built them before The Act of Destruction Will redeem the miracle of birth From the ashes to new creature We will rise from dead From the ashes to new creature We will rise from dead From the ashes to new creature Although we won't be the same

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

I feel so unsure, As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor. As the music dies... Something in your eyes, Calls to mind a silver screen, And all its sad goodbyes. CHORUS I'm never gonna dance again, Guilty feet have got no rhythm. Though it's easy to pretend, I know you're not a fool. I should have known better than to cheat a friend, And waste a chance that I'd been given. So I'm never gonna dance again, The way I danced with you. Time can never mend, The careless whisper of a good friend. To the heart and mind If your answer's kind... There's no comfort in the truth, Pain is all you find. REPEAT CHORUS What am I without your love? Tonite the music seems so loud, I wish that we could lose this crowd. Maybe it's better this way' We've hurt each other with the things we want to say. We could have been so good together, We could have lived forever... But now, who's gonna dance with me? Please stay. REPEAT CHORUS Now that you're gone... Was what I did so wrong? So wrong that you had to leave me alone?

Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 10, 2025

Life is like unfinished film Like actors we change our faces Playing our parts is not so easy Under such circumstances I can't say I know myself But I know that I have Pictures of my faces Deep in my mind, changing in time! Do we know ourselves? All that obscure things we hide Are so different from What we would like to display We think we are so different But we aren't, we are the same! Pictures of me, which I see In my mind's eyes My own performance, like unfinished film About real me Just open your eyes and you will quickly see That we worship the youth; old age is what we fear... If our body was a shadow of infirm souls The beauty would die...

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Of those who fed people on the great words no one survived The words are only left Yesterday I thought the echoes of these words Are music inside Today I really don't know who I really am I thought that the sedition was my vocation I've started to search for relief For safety of indifference Today I really don't know who I really am I hide in twilight of the grey cities Drunk with my bitterness With the remains of my strength I'm trying to detain those dying great words I thought that the echoes of these words Which are the music of mind Were sounded inside The beast has opened its eyes Great words for those called for dreams! An animal doesn't think about eternity While struggling for existence From the ashes of those who fed people on great words We build the altars Of those who fed people on great words Only these words survived Of those who fed people on great words Only small people are left From the ashes of those who fed people on great words We build the altars I thought I was from those who fed people on great words Nevertheless we are their nourishment!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

When he kisses without doubt He dances at the edge of desire He is silent when his warm mouth Are subjugating her conscience Afterwards unbidden thoughts come back But he's already gone Like a beast of prey Like a master of chase It's the nature of rapacity Frolic with her sensuality I still believe in people who think Love is something more than desire Although it flavours our life With a taste of sombre wine When she walks the air becomes so heavy Underneath the naivety there's her silent slyness To fall a victim to you is only a delight Often the Beast is the Beauty The wolf can be eaten by the lamb Afterwards unbidden thoughts come back But she's already gone Like a beast of prey Like a mistress of chase It's the nature of rapacity Frolic with our sensuality There's no divinity Which can't be sold Please don't talk about love Until I believe in it But I still believe Although I see rivers of lies Which have taken possession of us So please don't tell me That true love is what she's searching for Because it can't be found Through the perdition in following arms

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025