Dusk / Deep Sensory Procession Into Aural Fate
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Through the winding forest Where the bodies of disillusioned Peasants lay in the catacombs Gothic oakwood may once again take Its real form and grasp for your soul As the night falls green turns to the colour Which brings forth the eternal rest Reach forth and separate the mystical branch As the moon [is surpassed by a blanket Of unholy clouds and echoed shrieks] Ambience of the dark evolves from beyond The divine nightshade, faraway from the forest The souls of the dead travel beneath the earth's soil To arrive at the tree of life and death Now a disoriented monk Banished from the order Finds solace within the cold Surroundings of the untouched ground The secrets are revealed to him It is he who commands the living The dead... the dead...
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
You, wander through the fields, Your, sorrow as I advocate the depression, Stumble into the hardened earth And become engulfed by the seeds of plague, The sky submits to the colour purple, Descending from above, The holy ghost, does their saviour seem holy? A black spectre is sent downwards instead, Lowered downwards into damned soil, Peasants mourn their own plagued death, The shephard of the unwanted valley, Turning black and purple, His spirit bows down, Dark waters streaming down a precipice, Among the sheep mists arises slowly, The land is burned by the beggars, Ornans-a place of fear and disease, Burial-no requiem shall take place, Eclipse of the sky as impurity casts, No requie, no return, Peasants mourn their own plagued death
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
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