Baroque Esprit
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I separate my spirit from body, following a ruby light. I fell beyond Iside’s eye, and I flow towards sea’s frontiers, beyond Troy's fired walls; in a place were warm and calm waters embrace icy marble, white like Artemide’s face. Where ancient music meet baroque violins and envelop pale bridges warm out Heroes steps: Where oriental smells filter sea air, producing fascinating perfumes and magic essences; Where noble souls feed with sapiency, like sweet ambrosia invades God’s limbs. Reflected light, that change at every wind, produces images of a remote Atlandtide; far echoes in a Eternal Labyrinth. With painful sweetness, the solemn God’s Residence becomes mud again, strange but ruinous destiny, happy restlessness of a not loved lover while inexorable time vanify every hope.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Part 1: “Le Rencontre” Black are the waves were Jupiter wrote my name, because there’s no mortal without pain; through the fog your face shines of a golden light and I feel happy like a God when I stand by you. Your sight up sets me, a fire flows through the meats, a heavy night comes down on eyes; catch, oh Apollo, my fighting soul, and make the death seems not to far. Part 2: “La Mort” Suns rise up and fade but our, once worn out, makes us falling in a timeless night. In this way kings and empires were destroyed. Dance, oh Eros and Thanatos, dance in order to make the night the principle of my song, dance in this eternal place.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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Heavy tears graze your face, driven by the angelic blow of ancient shadows. Reflections of stars shake the blue sea and slightly slide like rain along branches Like a dying mother... images that eyes can’t see, white nocturnal light closes in upon your sorrowful look. Heureux sont ceux qui célèbrent avec mesure Aphrodite, jouissant sereins de ses folles impulsions, puisque Eros aux cheveux d’or tend un double arc du plaisir: vers une voire affolée vers une voie trouble. Tormenting passions consume you , icy limbs abandoned in the dew on which black ash falls covering white bones, while your shadow is far by now.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026