Anima Mundi

From the pristine emerald seas of autumn sorrows The giver of life weaves desolate tomorrows We revere a kindred bond still bleeding The histories of the hopeful The ever-last, yet distant paths toward rapture, A refuge from the baleful Chorus: Sons of Charon - Thou art my kindred veil Sons of Charon - Journeying beyond the rivers of death Sons of Charon - Into the thresholds of the unseen Sons of Charon - Thou art my kindred veil Fragile petals, fragmented selves, Deflowered by the gathering of unlight A cacophony of wonderous lust meandering In the blazing fires of darkness Raven dusk wings cast their shadows All over the triviality of being An eventide dissolving the emptiness of a haunting consciousness The fragrant beauty of the unknown Still kindles the rancour of our rage Forever brethren in supplication, thee we shall mourn Chorus:

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

These incensed eyes shall tell the eve Of an unrepenting apocraphy Parching my thirst in an enchanted wishing well Veils of an unshed tear dissolved in chronicles of surreality An insatiable swarm of fears they infinitely foretell Chorus: Misery, my lustful concubine She bleeds with profusion Embodiment of a fallen deity's fears Condemned to spiritual erosion Runic sands of a soliloquy's hourglass Conjure charms of the wise man's mantra As I surge through the eyes of nefarious desires The aegis of mortality melts in the frozen tundra Chorus: Misery, my lustful concubine She bleeds with profusion Sanctuary for my wounds sublime Born unto an altered state of ethereal seclusion This oneness immemorial heals my rupture In the triad of opposites I meet my sepulchre Sephiroth, daughter of the vampire sun I am one with the foregone leviathan I am forsaken

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

(Selected extracts from H.P. Lovecraft's "The Poe-et's Nightmare" (1916)) When from my fellows to the grove I stray'd, In solitude and dusk to meditate On things forbidden, and to pierce the veil Of seeming good and seeming beauteousness That covers o'er the tragedy of Truth. Hither and thither through infinity Of light and darkness, strangely intermix'd; Wherein all entity had consciousness, Without th' accustom'd outward shape of life. Of these swift circling currents was my soul, Free from the flesh, a true constituent part; Nor felt I less myself, for want of form. Then clear'd the mist, and o'er a star-strown scene Divine and measureless, I gaz'd in awe. Alone in space, I view'd a feeble fleck Of silvern light, marking the narrow ken Which mortals call the boundless universe. Borne on the wings of stark immensity, A touch of rhythm celestial reach'd my soul; Thrilling me more with horror than with joy. Omnia risus et omnia pulvis et omnia nihil.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

The Old Ones were, The Old Ones are, And the Old Ones shall be..... A temple of shame, He is caste in the never-ending maze of darkness,, Waiting for the light's embrace reaching the path To the once distant shrine of his atonement Hope of repention buried under an ocean of forgotten tears, Consumed with the pain of the innocent's gaze The passage of time severing the shackles of his enslavement An oath of damnation ordained by the mark of Cain Reaping the winter's harvests from untold sins Equinoctial winds rhyming dirges of enchantment Chorus: These bloodstained hands - Can they claim redemption? I can hear his word - Guiding me to the dawn of my descension Shadows beyond time - Sentinels of yore Dreams of the vanquished - Lycantropic eyes spin the web of communion Beyond the blind sterility of a pri-mordial conscience The burden of sagacity the lost duality of fate In this silent shelter the angel of light awaits I am the nuptial gift to a dying surrogate

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

In orphaned seas, where the haunters of the dark Weep in solitary madness The poet grieves a dying muse Flowered in sin, where the smoldering earth bequeaths The ashes of sleeping pantheons, She lies so majestic Her sonorous beauty, inanimate and white A silent lyre sings homage to the lovelorn neophyte Mordant sinews breathe and entwine Vultures feed on the demigod's shrine Preying on the innocence of a yesteryear Chorus: The eyes of Prometheus Guardians of the hallow hearth Keepers of the Naochian spirit Raise the brimstone acolyte Raven moon, burning seed of the autumnal fire The embers still seer in the memories of the martyr's pyre Supplicating his mercy, benevolent and benign Conjure the congregation in the abysmal shrine Refute the absolute, the shrouding ambivalence The hopes of the destitute, the mark of the inane reverence He is the iconoclast of primeval pleasure Chorus:

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Where has the fire of hope gone? Why has the wisdom been forlorn? Visionaries write their destiny And ridicule their true belief Let sacred angels fall again Swear truce to doctrines that prevail We hold the sceptre of your doom On darkened skies crows still reigns Chorus: Seize the day ... Carpe Diem x4 Deserted wastelands breed damnation's souls Awakened from a deep complacent sleep Eager the reanimate a kindred lost And from their futile sacrilege They have been redeemed Chorus: Seize the day ... Carpe Diem x4 Where has the fire of hope gone? Why has the wisdom been forlorn? Seize the day.... Carpe Diem....

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

A blackened darkness falls into the bliss of our heart The bells of death shall toll, a caress of dolefulness stills our mind Endlessly we shed our tears usurping a prophetic fate With frailty we abscond our fears, A never healing wound that plagues...plagues Human existence shall vanish, corpses, the vision to see The virtues of sanctity will perish, time for judgement day shall be One fatal sign as the scriptures say That in every unblemished land Graveyards shall breed by misfortunes and The dead shall follow that claim Chorus: All is accomplished, everything is gone When all is accomplished The seeds of happiness are lost Redeemed into madness, must innocence be guilty too? A shroud stained with evil, woven by the hand of doom Their souls plead for sanctuary, closed for years in this mortuary Their cry turns to damnation, relentless is their frustration Exiled from the final seal, in glory where the saved heal In pandemonium the evil shall grieve, the torture will never cease Think of the ones who have lost their sould, no testimony Have no pity for my sinful woe, for I'm the one to be Exempted from eternal life, forged in heresy The depths of distress are shackled by the throes of misery This is the end...

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025