Eccentric Soul's Anatomy
The most wonderful Human creatures Are making a noise Like children having fun In the playground Of the universe The star fades away Every hour The life lights up Words become the songs The human ashes Pestis eram vivus Moriens tua mors ero Ex luna spiritum Ex sol corpus Circumdantis me
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Jun 22, 2026
Thou, o my Grief, be wise and tranquil still The eve is thine which even now drops down To carry peace or care to human will And in a misty veil enfolds the town While the vile mortals of the multitude By pleasure, cruel tormentor, goaded on Gather remorseful blossoms in light mood Grief, place thy hand in mine, let us be gone Far from them. Lo, see how the vanished years In robes outworn lean over heaven's rim And from the water, smiling through her tears Remorse arises, and the sun grows dim And in the east, her long shroud trailing light List, o my Grief, the gentle steps of Night
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
To submerge in the ocean without the bottom And the surface To sink in the sea without the beginning And the end Where the shape and the sens Is only a fiction To see blind colours To hear the words in comparison to which People's tongues are only a mumble And the logic ends with other creations Of defective consciousness You don't have to be a shade longing for light You don't have to be an unmourned grave A night's wilderness A lonely river running a death's lane A mournful song on lips of the mads A scretched wound Hide for me the silver of the deepest mirrors Hide the jeveles which nobody found
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Internal, transcendental stigmata the power of purity More beautiful that whiteness Are you a part of me, like I’m yours? All the thoughts have followed the choirs This singing among the lions We are dressed with whiteness Death comes like night after day Like winter after summer Its nakedness is dreadful Find this purity in yourself And you’ll be adamant Like the autumn wind Knocking all the leaves Internal dimensions of whiteness Are shreding darkness Forces are fighting, energies are pulsing Prophecies or limits of madness? Wounds begin to heal Tears stinging, burning We are the shields of gabriel Not the vermin on which he treads An old man on the cross of life Newly born on the bed of death Exordium exodus Sorrow and happiness in the deepest suffering In the rejection I can feel I am the contradiction Of the nothingness’ hierarchy I’m still aiming at timeless Absolute spirituality
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The night has come The night of full moon Stars of your eyes are gold My spirit perceived the gloom My ears heard troublesome melody Strange voices in the fog I feel your breath on my neck I feel the warmth of your hands Frozen tears on your cheek Deny my swollen delusions The time has come The time of tragedy Diamonds of your mind are blind My sensual eye embodied your shape Spherical flowers of your breasts The day has come The day of funeral Treasures of your womb are mine
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Flames have exploded above heads Spaces have opened Closed so far in the cocoon of hands The streams have gushed out above the hearts The depths have opened Hidden so far under the eyelids Neither flash nor thunder will reach me Neither will the rain of the morning dew I won’t reach the clouds The shiver drizzles And darkness overflows from the mouths And the piercing bile spreads the net Silence, the great silence, and nothing I merge anger and rebellion Into caldron, into fear Catch what was not Is not and cannot be Cram into being and non-being Into power and weakness And into this unmeasured shiver The eyes of all the oceans The eyes of the unchanging lands The eyes of all creatures Will be poked out The hearts of all the people The hearts of cold stones The hearts of invincible atoms Will be torn out Autumn came, dressed in rags And with her the wistful northern wind It brought the cold flurries Of rotten leaves and a dishwater of thoughts It blows through bones and remains The barren stench of sand I’ll go. Yes, tomorrow morning I’ll tear all my veins on the serrated rock And i’ll make flower bunches of them I’ll bless all With a still warm urine
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
From immortal fairyland From vineyards of blood Ventriloquist has come His eyes were like pearls Like glamour of tawdry deed Shattered Eternal whisper on fiery lips Kiss of infectious betrayal Shattered Black wings of insane sage Journey through suffering Shattered Filthy touch of ravished body He was an innocence of fluttering souls Black vision of allegiance Deceitful matrix of reality Altar of blind tradition Pernicious allegory of hypocrisy Eternal whisper on fiery lips Kiss of infectious betrayal Filthy touch of ravished body Sermons - vision in a shroud Blessed by the carnivorous gods Almighty illness which is a fate Destiny for betrayers and fools Affected pride in flames of glory Rituals closed in mediterranean circle Old ethical system, epos of sorrow Prelude to ambiguity, purple denial Burn the inheritance Burn the past
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I gathered all the symbols In the black pantheon I'm spitting substances Created from them Hundreds of abstracts I'm signifying With one language - scream I curse all constellations All my phantasmagories I get growl out of depth Of my drunk thoughts I inheritted deformity I received it as a gift from humanity Fiery flower, thorny crown Take it - I gave plague out to you Not the promise of life I gave out death, blessing I gave out a dagger to you Equally for everyone Let everyone stop his heart Let it stop beating Silence, quiet and nothing Come, come to the chaotic dance Dance rampant souls Till you fall in ecstasy Or you start vomit Become New architecture of shades
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Bleeding colours poisoned my heart I was the holy martyr Impassive voice ripped the dead silence I was the great creator Scar on the face, crimson axe in hands I was severe warrior Now I’m straying. I can't find my tongue I'm an empty god What have I become? Answers are too much tumultuous New fire blossomed in the bosom of mine My suicide is in the offing Path of debris - my curse I'm holding flames in the palms of my hands I can see the deepest despair I can hear chaotic breath What have I done? Cry, cry cruel world, for me Derisive laugh inside my mouth - my claws The man I should have arose Insanity There are no other words to express my suffering There is no other way to understand my fears Touch the land of my spiritual darkness Taste the soil from my lonely grave It's so cold Call me now Kiss me now
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026