The Intricacies of Nothingness
Reveal us the riddle, reveal - Bring us the word of the Lord As the flame of the sun, as the roar of the sea, as the storm of the air As the quake of the earth - let it soar for a boon, for a bane, for a snare
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms dance And the stubborn lights grow tender, and the hard sounds hush and cease Mysteries of death and birth
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Mother of Music, awake Silence and speech are at odds I am he that is sworn to endure - Bring us the word of the Lord By the Lord of the Flame and Lightning, the King of the Spirits of Fire By the Lord of the Waves and the Waters, the King of the Hosts of the Sea By the Lord of the Fields and the Mountains, the King of the Spirits of Earth
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Gods and mortals, mind and matter, in the glowing bud dissever In the ancient House of Wrong Free a million mortals on the wheel of being tossed
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Poor shadows frightened, leave no stain upon the glass One last stroke, O heart - one last certain calm of will And the maker of Disaster shall be strcken and grow still
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Ever changing, ever growing, ever dwindling, ever dear Ever worth the passion glowing to distil a doubtful tear Move me, fear me, love me, master of the night and day These are real, these illusion: I am of them, frail
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
I am he that is sworn to endure; make thy music again
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Burn thou to the core of matter, to the spirit’s utmost flame, Rise up in mist to sun Dissolve in showers of nectar, and the Master’s work is done.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026