Sighting

When moon rises high; when violates the sky and stars on his shroud are dragged to follow him The time has come to touch the mystery through spell symbols so can peer to eternity Candlelight, frozing shadow, the magic power of words, Destruction of the veil of logic and of stupid human rules Always is reason, there is no chance There is no place for weak ones Ceremonial magic, symbolic death is real I hunger for the bath in the pool of your blood in ache you will meet the pleasure of redemption I am a fiery amulet on your breast cauterized wound of the knowledge An echo of ancient laments, mysterious breeze of knowledges Power of mighties never seen by an eye for which you dissolve as shadow eternal Not whoever is allowed to peer... Ceremonial magic, taste your own pain ! When moon rises high; when violates the sky and stars on his shroud are dragged to follow him The time has come to touch the mystery through spell symbols so can peer to eternity

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Abused by lunar delirium I rise along the marbled stairs Smelling heavy breath of must I know I am not in the realm of dreams What leads my steps into these scenes ? The creech of massive oaken doors and through the body permeats the strength of supernature An energy materialised in fear as olden as very prime itself... Abused by lunar delirium I rise along the marbled stairs Smelling heavy breath of must I know I am not in the realm of dreams What leads my steps into these scenes ? The rooms ornamented by the cobwebbed shrouds Heavy crimson curtains soaked with silence The place, where hope is buried in flues where strange tales are revived in lunar sigh Time of Lunar spells By terribleness driven, by moonlight wheedled I hear the voices from the abysses of ancient worlds wishful to unveil the silent beauty of the night I want to touch the cult of blood with heart to fill up the goblet of knowledge to accept gift of timeless life to be a wanderer not enchained by time There is a purity in the dying, the yearning for a new birth It's time of Lunar spells Abused by lunar delirium I rise along the marbled stairs Smelling heavy breath of must I know I am not in the realm of dreams What leads my steps into these scenes ? The rooms ornamented by the cobwebbed shrouds Heavy crimson curtains soaked with silence The place, where hope is buried in flues where strange tales are revived in lunar sigh Time of Lunar spells

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Beyond the window of your thoughts from deepest shadows of the waste swamps by the eyes of whitebeard to the espied space, oasis of silence, that crystal beauty of solitude, I gaze I am an opened book, mind including of all a desire fleshed in knowledge An uncovered spring accessible to each Majestic shrine so distant for that who don't see Not everybody can enter to the hall of infrequent where is allowed to peer into itself Profoundness is denied to the blind can't be understood without the self-belief In your weakness you're seeking the god The cause of your spiritual torments is material Don't willing to see, don't want to hear You're vain and I despise with ye The gates are agape opened Is permitted to come in who opens the eyes Finished will be roaming on the wrong paths I am an uncovered spring accessible to each Majestic shrine so distant for that who don't see I won't weep for your blindness I am the one that will forgive myself Not everybody can enter to the hall of infrequent where is allowed to peer into itself

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I fear the light, I was always loving night thus don't douse the stars for the piece of morning Dark night-the muse of my words I walk through the sombre forest with her, robed in silence To pass the land of woods, where moon touches cold stones with his lips Where whir of water is heard, that shriek which springs from decaying rocks Words cannot represent what thought looses so let be led and hear The forest below the midnight shadow, the trees will spread their shroud It is time of spell beginning, of merger with eternal world of darkness We are the children of the darkness seducted by the light Moon and stars, our lives are in them Nothing but deep forest, the domination of wooden soul hides unbound beauty of shattered dreams Passion is eternal, the forest below the midnight shadow by roots chained never-dying dream Wood imperium, great and beautiful life and belief drowned in the chilly night I fear the light, I was always loving night thus don't douse the stars for the piece of morning Dark night-the muse of my words I walk through the sombre forest with her, robed in silence To pass the land of woods, where moon touches cold stones with his lips Where whir of water is heard, that shriek which springs from decaying rocks Words cannot represent what thought looses so let be led and hear Passion is eternal, the forest below the midnight shadow by roots chained never-dying dream Wood imperium, great and beautiful life and belief drowned in the chilly night

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

You have the wings, which rain can't drench and still they are trembling beneath the touches of stars In the massive chords of insane sounds you are speaking to god, who doesn't see you Alone with your pain under guard-sheath of the night Joined by mysterious singing of nocturnal birds From the light beams to the shadows of the stars when night is still vernal Dissapointed by the light in the abysses of dreams Blackness shadow, uprised angel walking to the dark You are the Lord of dusk but yet you shine fervent heart vestured by the night Alone with your pain under guard-sheath of the night Joined by mysterious singing of nocturnal birds From the light beams to the shadows of the stars when night is still vernal You emerge uprose from the darkness of your heart from life's sorrow, above the upland of glory You have the wings, which rain can't drench and still they are trembling beneath the touches of stars You emerge uprose from the darkness of your heart from life's sorrow, above the upland of glory You are the Lord of dusk but yet you shine fervent heart vestured by the night Alone with your pain under guard-sheath of the night Joined by mysterious singing of nocturnal birds You have the wings, which rain can't drench and still they are trembling beneath the touches of stars In the massive chords of insane sounds you are speaking to god, who doesn't see you

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

We are sooth great in our scruffiness never can be butterfly altered to eagle Thousand of subsistences so blind and vainglorious We are just a grain of sand carried by the wind in the vast desert We are falling into the void of our pride The light of wisdom is hidden from the sight astral world's gates are still closed Imprisoned by our material existence we are loosing the wings of spiritual being "We are sooth great in our scruffiness" Peer into your heart and your eyes will see. Lot of things are between the heaven and the earth, there but just abiding ones can understand We are doomed to live in darkness so "Long life to the new King !"

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

In the times of ancient prophecies when the taught found its tangibility The eternal tale, beautiful in darkness, born in the dusk begun On the wings of storm, in the dark clear night the land is trembling, bird of prey yells Neigh of horses savaged by abhorrence beyond the limits of earboundaries rises the paining wail The last sabre of beams melting in tortures day is dying and his mastery's might Moon has flowered in the lament of sun and purple dream, so falls the night Under the forest walls; the knight nocturnal by vesture shrouds the land into the awe The nomad by sadness wandering in time Arcane herald of misfortune Temple of pain, strong and alone the kingdom of shadow where no forgiveness is Temple of pain, strong and alone emperor of evil dreams, spiritual darkness He cuts the clouds on a black horse His sword's splendour; seems to be eternal Within ourselves everyone bear the origin of our misery Temple of pain, strong and alone the kingdom of shadow where no forgiveness is Temple of pain, strong and alone emperor of evil dreams, spiritual darkness

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025