Psychomantium Phenomenon

Lost Leukaristos Laugaricio found... Vagus endeavouring dolomite of Carpathia... Harmony of spheres in sadness of valleys Voiceless for three years In embrace of night music is born Patron of dark lyrics That breaks mournful echo of silence We are bright flame of this ball Where Muse created flower in dance with Psyché Founded past of eternal magic Revealed spell of black art Star of knowledge is ablazing in reflection under our feet In its light merged five sights in distance Now we are standing in cinder, new is melting with old one Wind kindles only smothering embers And silence dies drop by drop again... Between the world of logic and fantasy techniques and rituals lies the realm of shadows Space, which is ruled by mighty hierarchists of hermetic illusions It was rejected as a land of maniacs which knowledge is wicked and dangerous Yird where illusion is the truth and the truth faded away Space around which religion raised the walls having no courage to enter Space, which exhausts the soul, perforates feeble mind and rack - rents the skin off mortal body So it was rejected as a land of maniacs which knowledge is wicked and dangerous Yird where illusion is the truth and the truth faded away When the night ravishes the day and the twilight choir dies away green beam burns the inner flame scattered star light rules again State of holy lunacy, Domination of shaman’s space Psychospiritual warriors swarm invoking rebirth of the ‘I’ via rituals of new aeon Others, who are not only members of existential collapse within space and time but they are becoming its creators Supremacy of shaman’s space From the highlands beyond good and evil governs entities of astral empire through magic rhythm finds the keys like a mystic bell into the sleeper’s soul Between the world of logic and fantasy techniques and rituals lies the realm of shadows Space, which is ruled by mighty hierarchists of hermetic illusions Shaman’s space

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Within universe without illusions and light Wanders stranger in human masque Inside a cage of sickly mind Dwells clean state, sprouting seed, metaphysics disappears From darkness we inure to live Before we start to think Gnawing worm is inside of me Preparing in subtlety of heart as a great masterpiece Musing obstructs internal rest Knowledge of world drowns in scepsis, everything vanishes in mist Time evaporates to infinity And touch of lethargy quickens latent acerbity Fetter of life forged by the great ideas says That religion and science transcend living – give it sense That fallacy on people not living for their lives, But for hope which betrays them when eternal gloom will come Collapse of all belief systems leads to universal nihilism, Hopelessness and collapse of civilisation All those who search for eternal life will find eternal death And those who search for logic will swallow absurdity In their ash I’m wading towards the jerkiness Where illogical trends formed principles of logic Wittingly manipulated with "similar" as with "same" But nothing is the same itself and prevailing winds blind again From ruins of assertions I’m gazing alone,

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Solidified clay deceived by faint light of day Across trees flew short dusk without flame Today the frost drains marl drunken by rains Doused will be land tortured by winds Embrace of mist overflowing the sticks Eagerly awaits on repulsive gravestones Under funeral ground is bore nocturnal fear Silence screams when unrest resides on soul Chilly timber surrounded chalcedonian seas Ominous whip of wings spoke from the crests Crimson eyes flared and clearly burn Darken skies by quills are declaring Kraèún Burning crimson of twilight has disappeared Paraselena is hidden by mist Funeral calm turned to gale in necropolis And mortal land crossed the dead Fiery glances soared over rainy mountains By mourning screech they are paving their way Souls that fly will recover on ground And dead men on hooves will bring the revenge Behind the gates of life, beyond the fire of torch From sacred yird, where dead ones dwell Come souls so silent and secretly Aeons of wolflike famine howl the choirs That chant of the dead will burn by blaze Invisible black hordes will gallop tonight Clatter turns to silence – majestic and solemn Seven winters passed away, twelfth fullmoon rules Spirits are still roaming and graves are emptied Graves are vacant and spirits are wandering Marble on cenotaph got so cold Nightly gesture oranta redeems the forlorns And carpathian forests will hide the strayers

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Stone of olden ages in the eye’s pupil of sculptor of perfectness Spectre of creation hangs above him, soaking into himself Everything was here before and everything was somewhere written Stories with faded face of truth are becoming legends... Small demon of tumult slowly caught his breath And showed me the depths of abyss of doubt and disbelief Closed windows are silent challenge to open them agape Light will fill the depths of fear of our unconsiousness Vault of heaven in gleaming night Principle of creation is falling on us We snatch the Muse in clear desire To become prime movers of conception She’s in springs of irascible thoughts When dusk is nesting in ruins of walls Assaults memoried souls, resides in recluse’s heart And hidden truth impels us to action Everyday I discover something new and it multiplies my desire for knowledge Each gulp urges bigger hunger – infinite choice of chances ...while exhausted mind wanders on mosaic of ideas Muses always uncover to chosen one only a few pieces of stones Vault of heaven in gleaming night Principle of creation is falling on us We snatch the Muse in clear desire To become prime movers of conception The one who held inside indestructable energy Knows that time ruins only mortal beauty

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

My origin is in fire of vernal space Each atom in my flesh Was here long before living In flames I witnessed cosmos coming I hold the legacy of long-lived energy Floating balance disguised in evolution Along with dust of space ancestry I shield the inner flame of stellar cremation Revolted demigod burned his bridges Escape from nature, where true wisdom mature And he never found again the lost virtue But man stole the fire and all elements enclosed Searched for Khaos’ source, when space-time arose Staring beyond horizon as his twilight grows In cold dark oblivion ideas are drowning Knowing my grave by heart From beginning I lay inside Whenever I rise in superior form of living I materialized and love beauty But I’m wading in the dirt of world That mud overflows history of cruelty Through senses of man to time-eternity Constant presence of death allures me As much as it dreads you I’m being, that came from deep space to Earth Myriads of fiery spots surround me In their stable beams I see the past I remember my burning in stars

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

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Magic geometry Forlorn prayer cemetery False Messiah Sanguinary gate leading to Assiah Crown of thorns, baby’s giggling Galaxies created for eternal sin Moist tombs, guilt of love Death is the only certainty Being the route to new life By destructive flame heavens flared Cinder is creeping on sanctity chimera In freezing shine of midnight suns Lifeless light devoted to night Everything breeds, everything dies Eternity between two heartbeats flows None of the stars is timeless Only infinite black darkness It was origin – comprehend ‘t was beginning, ‘t will be end Magic geometry Desperate prayer cemetery Fake Messiah Burning gate leading to Assiah Pain and delight, temple of lust, Vision of power and glory wheedles Black and white, no middle curse Without kiss of vice we don’t know virtue Through evil we learn Evil is not only absence, it’s forcing power, Living spiritual being, To which we behold, being aware of it Blaze communes on heaven’s throne, When weakness and acrimony are born Creature of angel sows to souls: Possibility of choice, seed of eternal pain

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Lie down, my friend, into the bed of home Let the dream protect you from coming of night Enchained prejudice leave in irons In celebration of dusk I devote to might Human era formed by myths at fires, whatever is heard in gales… Eyes of fear open agape When night is chilly, tenebrous and wicked Wait for early coming of new morning When birth of sun denotes victories The night arise even from east And Muses are born by waning Luna Morel-black art I create with heart Ambient crawls in silence feast Search the forgotten light of noon In unclean powers of silver moon In its influence well-known timber Is changing to calm ghastly chamber Each light is shadowing And shadows are seducing Dark companion follows me From dusk to dusk… Try to find beauty in miraculous night of Saovine… Embedded to night like ivy and tree I wait for hunt with elate soul Only morning sun will scare away Feathers of angels under nest of eagle- owl

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Justice and wisdom, as other things Which are very sympathetic Which attracts so many souls Have in their earthly shape barely glitter Only a few people can face its forms And enter the palace with numb senses They hardly notice genuine substance They hardly notice genuine tenet At that time of beginning When we were proceeding In the cue of beatifics Glorious beauty was shining We were staring in bright shine At immaculate revelations Rejoicing in dedication of perfectness Unremarked by something, which name is flesh Everything here by spirit created Is bounded back to matter True pleasure never came here Lamentable twisted place Captured in slavery of our passion For eternal yearning of knowledge Beings robbed by matter, without memories With no understanding the causes in wheel of Karma process Everything like a dream and nightmare is The truth rests in awakening We bow before limitations of our mind Like flowers in breath of nocturnal cold Lifeless emotions ignorance rules without logic of guilt Breaking the seventh seal is urgent In this laterna magika of sorrow A new king is crowned However bright flame accrue from the sky What was dust, stone will be, Which’s glory endures ages Cosmic tragicomedy for single spectator will be over

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

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Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

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