Wind of No Change

Day star Over concrete plains Come forth And answer to your names Hear his constant whisper rages on Like a wind of no change And an arrow through the heart Better let go of the loving Embrace the knowing Better savour the poison Assemble a temple of steel To stand on top of that building The soaring tomb with the Scaffolding reaching ever higher And lord Jesus Or what's his name again? Did he watch us Come out of the fire unchanged Map out the harrowing scheme insidе To numb the soul, calculate and magnify Herе comes the final strain The rotten coda, for we are done waiting Here comes our elder kin Appearing where we lay in sin And sing praise hail Satan Hear, a broadcast dripping with his tongue Address the palliative state Transmittals through the dusk So receive the authority See the seven heads of majority Untouched by rust Herе comes the final strain The rotten coda, for we are done waiting Here comes our elder kin Appearing where we lay in sin And sing praise hail Satan I won't sever the ties Or not for one single second Disgrace your name That came to me in my wildest dream You're the flicker on a dead screen Present yet unseen Herе comes the final strain The rotten coda, for we are done waiting Here comes our elder kin Appearing where we lay in sin And sing praise hail Satan

Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 08, 2025

Moving splinters through the mind Hope smashed to smithereens Baby, I'm astray within the colours of your night Went away to come back again Better off But I feel unwell I cower underneath the clouds Can't break the spell now Have to follow through I see you moving without a sound Take my heart all the way I can't wait to lose you And seven miles down I hit the ground Earthbound, temporal, unfound Gone To carnal pastures Heart pushed to discharge And I'm still unwell I cower underneath the clouds Can't break the spell now Have to follow through I see you moving without a sound It's time to feed the vicious circle

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 08, 2025

Laying low Seeking time Landlocked Port of freedom The devil's own Paying the price All set up to begin Torpor It called us in Into the dead stream Giving up on true belief Forget now the last objective Lower the final dream Into the rigid water of submission We came close We were close To lilac time Chronotype Events in June Our lantern Diluted by the void The devil's drum Lashing hard Beating like my heart To pull you back in Into the dead stream Giving up on true belief Forget now the last objective Lower the final dream Into the rigid water of submission We came close We were close To lilac time The river of Lethe Dreary and cold It broke my body and destroyed my soul All our memories, love Reduced to vapour

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 08, 2025