Voyage

Once again I stand at the end of one of these paths, covered with sand that retains in its memory countless days full of warm sun rays and brimstones of infernal mystery. I’m falling down onto the ground, dressed up in the abyss of agony. I‘m coming back in my own footsteps to find out the truth of my life. At the time I was a child, playing on the beach with prince that name was Rhama. At some distance in a Slough and plague, with human’s hate we took the field. A tower built of my own lives and I’m sauntering upstairs, immersed in nostalgic regrets, face to face with the Truth. Scream is coming through my mind. Scream like ancient voices, as ancient as I am. She laughs me silently to scorn, She’s forsaken me many times before, unfaithful bitch! So hard to find her, so hard to take her in Before I‘ve found her graceful visage. A final step… Embraces me from heaven… …and flapped his wings.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

A large drop of dew Is falling down. I’m going to break in half, – Why? – I’m not thinking. But life is coming into my mind. – I exist! – To live up life To live up all To live up energy To live with it all The drop's striking the ground. Why should I think? Reflection on the drop Why should I live? – A pity. – Life is coming into my mind. A large drop of dew Is falling down. I’m going to break in half but life is coming into my mind. But I‘m to die. I know this is the end. I‘m squeezing my way alone Up to my knees – Through life – Through death? – A new life. – – A pity. – Life is coming into my mind.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

I can’t get a rid of feeling that I am going somewhere. Now I know, I’ve been walking a long time. I can’t help my feeling but I sleep even in the daytime. Now I know, I’ve been dreaming a long time. I get a strange feeling when I talk with people around that I say something, something I should understand. – IF– But it’s all right, it will pass in time. Now I have no doubt.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

I am a poet. My poems light flashes in all minds, in all cells. My eyes are crying. They can see love in a distance – They're making love – My eyes, in a dark of night to freezing cold, they didn't give in. Two-legged being's worlds are split into two halves. – My eyes are crying – I want to know which part of the world I am from where I have lived, what I have seen. Look into my eyes you will find the answer. Black is white, grey is whiter. – I want to know –

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

If you want to find something, set out on a seeking trip! Set fire to water and spill the flames, drive the wind through the earth, sunbeams merge with ice and snow. You may see coloured autumn leaves falling on early spring flowers. Then you'll understand variety of the world in its c h a o s. If you want to find more, set out on a seeking trip. You may experience the male and female energies, tension and relief, you may bow to your masters or you might better pace with your head high. Then you'll understand the boundaries of this world in its c h a o s. You may close your eyes and discover vast spaces. You may feel how empty evil things are, every suffering's just vanity. Unknown friend will whisper to your ear saying his secret, no fight against emptiness, you just can fill it. Then you'll understand, there's only one way, one way, the way of light.

Only the sensitive can see the light, the light is a remedy, your sense and faith are making your decisions, you cannot express it. In the time lapse, you’re in love with the life. Music has a curative power, a regular interval of dark, comes and goes. Night of demons, you know you’re sweltering, even in the night. When you sleep, The Earth breathes along with you. It’s a morning, the day is breaking. Your hour of goodness is coming. A cold sweat all over your body it's hot as hell in the room. You still remember those years. They’ve gone a long time ago. But it’s all coming back to you in your dreams, and you have no choice. Night of demons, you know you’re sweltering, even in the night. When you sleep, The Earth breathes along with you.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

She was in your hearts and she was in your mind, she was in all stinking sewers but she wasn't satisfied. She breathed the art and drank sorrow, she felt freedom but she wasn't understood. I had met her in the reed, She was crying and told me her story and then she laughed, dance and sing because no one could understand her. She sang: Dancing, I'm dancing, dancing... I took off my shoes and walked around the whole country, then I saw the sunset, its laugher too. I came to the reed, my body starts to dance, I'm laughing and singing because no one can understand me. I sing: I'm singing and dancing, I'm dancing. Dancing, I'm dancing...

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Everything I left behind the suffering, all my sorrows it all seems to me much easier then my loneliness. There is no solace – I ‘ve just met with misunderstanding unable to identify with myself. I have realized it is all part of my destiny I can’t find my place. There is no solace...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Doctor, if my body’s here then my heart is roaming around eternity. it’s on the way to death, to bliss but at this very moment it’s being hurt by severe betrayal. When the thought of life is asleep when everything in my body turns silent my heart gets out and goes on a tour of gloomy nights. And then I've had nothing for lots of years. Everything's given away. So I want my poor body to have at least a light memory of my heart. I'm staring into darkness through closed lids and although they have locked up my sight. My memory is pulsating with a star shine on the horizon. And then I've had nothing for lots of years. Everything's given away. So I want my poor body to have at least a light memory of my heart. It’s a life, not death Which is cause me what you called that strange feeling.

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

The death coloured snow which blew over from Far Asia to melt in Pinning City, to moisten our hearts, to bring our desire and hope back to life. That's our colour. Bloody arms, set teeth, pinning eyes, rough feet, the ground is a hell carpet burning with thousands of requests, the hell, the paradise is ours. Let closed door open, open forever! And we'll cease to be other people‘s slaves, slaves of things, slaves of life. That's our call.