Prophecies of the Dying
Salig Er Den Som Lir Salig skal han vere han som lir... Som ei er kledt i det bleike Ijos av dag Salig skal han vere han som tyrster i hug etter visdom Med mektig song skal me hylle hass minne... Taarer fraa Den Skuldlause dei fall ned paa den kolde og nakne jord Og der saman med dei er han dømd til aa vandre Lik eit vitnesbyrd om Deira skam... Eg let mitt andlet vaskast av mine bitre taarer for dei var eg ikkje meir enn ei byrd inntil slutten (som eg no staar kledt i) Me er odden paa hass sverd som stikk saa djupt i kjot Me er styrken i hass slag som knuser veike skallar Me er smerten Dei kan kjenne medan Dei fell inn i det djupe og kolde Kan du sjaa sorgen i auga vaara? No!...Doy i skuggen av di onde daad... Salig skal han vere han som lir... Som ei er kledt i det bleike Ijos av dag Salig skal han vere han som tyrster i hug etter visdom... Salig er den som lir...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 21, 2026
Prophecies Of The Dying - Kundalini (Serpent Power) Hide from the curious, Hide from the coward Your safety's in secrecy And found means dead Born in Babylon By the bloody veins of fate... The great seer saw the arms talk The blades darkened by blood He saw from the temples top The fall of the towers He cried when the young man fell on his knees Hand on his wound... He climbed the stairs of the temple And heard the sound of copper bells Echoing through the endless halls He saw the black flowers bloom And felt the rising of shadows Deep within his own mind... A day of wind and rain An infinity of endless space Cosmic strobes forming patterns Only he could see Drowned in tideless pools No haven for his mind He sailed the depths of apathy alone... "Can't you hear it Hear the serpent wail Come with me I'll leave with the tide My path leads to darkness I hope we'll meet on the way..."
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 21, 2026
Prophecies Of The Dying - Part II Here all alone I sow the seeds of sadness for only me to reap For the ache I fell in my heart is far too strong for any man to bear. Moonlight drank the tears of my grieving sorrow and for those who cursed me on my path beyond sanity They all became my shadow... For I entered their hearts like the serpent entered paradise.. The smell of flowers dead witnessing the birth of my death My body covered by black flies tearing my soul apart... Cursed by harsh words spitting from a cleft tongue Hurts like mad dogs tearing at my flesh. Bleeding memories so painful to remember that I cannot rest Flowing like a dark river of sin... O'how I try to be among them all But I'm so afraid For I have seen what their eyes cannot see... Innocence ripped away at the proclaim of its birth All human dignity has been torn away - Their stinking breath and their need of playing the role performing (their) lifeless acts in honour of their worthless god... I am waiting for the day when the sun will burn our selfish dreams to ashes grey Only then will we see what we all have become... Passionate dreams... Driven by despair - Do I live in death? Your feeble cries echo like sweet music in my ears A tragic symphony where I find pleasure... I will cleanse your soul with my blood so that all loveless beauty may wither With me... What is this touch of a nocturnal sphere I feel caressing me? I wear your hidden shadow wherever I may wander... I bear the mask of the face of death A dark reflection of what is surrounding us But still they spit me in the face and curse the ground on which I walk, pouring salt into my wounds -A plague never ending I turn and walk away with bitter tears in my eyes... -epilogue- Now this mighty beast has awakened. Troubled waters, once of purest innocence, to wash over the land. Rivers of madness - boiling with blood - Hatred and poison to nourish the ground. None shall survive, in floods of sin we drown... Then, with the pride we throw away their masks of beauty The painful writings in the skin so pale telling us they suffer the same wounds as we do... - This love never dies -
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 21, 2026
A Divine Tragedy What is this tragic and severe symphony that I hear, called love? So macabre in lust and yet so sweet and delightful in its taste It leaves my poor heart as a bleak shadow overwhelmed by the cursed darkness. In mourn imprisoned forever strangled by own hands. I beg thee; Please blow my candle - The source of my mortal life. And bless me with the gift so that I may end all this with me... Now I witness decay for I am the one who withers... My bleeding wounds are rotting with a stench o'so disgraceful Teeth and claws are sunken deep into my flesh Nails are thrusted inot (my) palms and feet... Am I to carry the burden of those who betrayed me and my feelings?... before their sickening eyes and in front of mine... Cursed by thee, fool, who claims to false words, for liar follows liar, both in act and in tounge. Indifference of existence - this pattern thou hast created it sparkles in its weakness... Already immortal without even having had to live Existing to bee seen, yes; but only as the creator decides... We die in a circle of despite An endless roundabout around our worthless aspects Only awaiting extinction... A gray teared face awaits the cold lips of death Which at last shall draw my final breath...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 21, 2026
Enchanted By The Serpent Spell Enchanted by the serpent spell that is casting murky spectres To glide slowly across the shimmering crystal lake Once created of a young man's sorrow The sadness in his tears... Scorned is the heart of a man who murders with passion to satisfy his lust macabre. He devours the pure untouched flesh of innocence While wetting the ground with his scarlet tears A living monument of his bloody art... An artist of deadly creations extinction of Man has yet to come, so passive and proud to hear the screams of everlasting torment. Emotions cold and dead as stone He is licking the burning scars he has created as if they were his masterpiece He sips to the blood as if it was wine of finest age... The sense of ungodly presence grows stronger for each night that lays its cold veil upon his mind A visual spectre of Man's creation... Caressed now is my lifeless face so that I may cut the strings of life forever. Embrace the beauty of my sorrow with this weeping hands of your. The strength of your anger makes distant memories come clawing back A face of horror identical to mine... A tortured individual poisoned by its surroundings Ridden by guilt for acts I have not even committed. The moaning masses will hunt me forever till' the day I die... Now I feel it's closing in...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 21, 2026
Thy Passionate Despair And I wonder Through bleeding eyes I stare and behold Paralysed of those that carry the burden of Her on their tired backs... (As I weep...) Broken and wounded by the love they held so high When their realms were still proud and mighty Banners held high against a blackened sky In blasphemy they dance in front of my eyes No love will ever dwell within the torn shape that is me... Hark! A pitiful beggar before thee I stand My sorrow I can no longer - hide within my eyes Deep and dark are the ways to my scorned heart But unchain me, and I will be yours forevermore... Let me dream Breed on my misery Art thou the answer to my depressions and my sense of growing misantropy? Let me bathe in the crystal lakes of your tears for they shine O'so beautiful... Yet still gleaming of sorrow they are... O'how I long for these realms where I (once again) can be equal among kings... My body once gifted with such tender and beautiful youth Now painted with the grim colours of death "Waste-Dweller - Why do you spin your spell?" Open me... Kiss me... And drink from my scars Embrace me eternally...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 21, 2026
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