Do Not Go to War With the Demons of Mazandaran
These silent spirits That gaze upon the restless face of earth Do not know of how I’ve wandered seeking a home It is cold in the sky where the faces of eternity shine As if weeping that finite burn, the hammers of creation In the beating heart of man The red eyes of raging mountains will dim and turn to stone Before the last word spoken will leave its cage of flesh The turning of this world seems labourеd And cracked are the walls in thе house of clay Yet freely soar the winged ones in their firmament To thrive in the silence between worlds And tread passage through voids innumerable Taught to walk in silence Through the raging of thunder I cannot speak, so I raise my fist I cannot sing, so I raise my voice I cannot live, so I die fighting For every one you kill a thousand more rise up Sedah nadaram, moshtamoh bala mibaram Memitoonam avaaz bekhoonam, sedahmoh bala mibaram Baraye har yek nafari keh mikoshi hezar digeh boland mishan
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Let this be the death of silence Let the flame reveal what was taken May the long dominion come to an end For creation has turned against itself Translated from Farsi: What speaks the flame? Do not go to war with the demons of Mazandaran Greed will blind, darkness bind Div e sepid marches close behind Poisoned by the serpent’s lies Div e sepid marches close behind Death is the only freedom Man has graspеd this well March, march to lands set with jewеls Pluck them from the earth like glittering eyes What speaks the flame? Do not go to war with the demons of Mazandaran The White Demon is near What speaks the flame? Translated from Sumerian I have seen the empty harbour of Ereshkigal What lies in the space between all things? The secret whisperings of fire From a god they forgot What speaks the flame? DO NOT GO TO WAR WITH THE DEMONS OF MAZANDARAN
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Heavy is the head that bears the veil How free the hand that wields the sword So sweet the blood of innocents On the tongues of the serpent crowned They make one law for man And yet as beasts they walk the Earth Proclaiming god-sent verse And slaying all who question Why do we grasp at eternity, when we know it will leave us behind? Time is the butcher of memory, and memory the grave of time We dream to walk where we cannot walk We wish to dwell where we cannot dwell We yearn to divine with gods And ask what they would never tell There is an echo all through the land, like a mother mourning Weeping the paths that we have walked They have made the battlefield a temple Where gods lie silent like distant stars
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Fire rains down from the sky The world has gone to hell The hand of death is at your neck Do you feel it? We will die in the mouth of Azhi-Dahaka From the unripe seed flows poison The djinn are dancing on the storms Singing songs of freedom It travels here on the wind What do they say?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Do ghosts walk in the deeps of the Earth? And this forever-love broke a law (?, I'm not sure about this bit) Do they name the scored stones above the herds? Outstretch their arms grasping for the Sun And for what is in they thirst to take your darkness like wine And wander drunk on its oblivion To forget the fire of the twisting heavens Pulling against the cloak of time The trembling breast that the living exclaim Perfumed to the land of the dead Thеy whisper the names of forgottеn faces Poised at the end of a mother's torn (?, she does some melismatic thing here that makes it hard to tell) Taken before current time You are the offspring of the word When I see you again in another world And embrace the eternal mother
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
We walk in a garden that hangs between the grasping palms of death Clutching at our dreams until we draw no more breath See these many forking paths like the ensnaring serpent’s tongue Trodden deep with heavy thoughts more ancient than the names of gods The dead stumble to their graves believing time will spare them Despite the bones that pale beside them So many forking paths So many forking paths So many forking paths Like the ensnaring serpents tongue All lead to eternity The pitiless sword of Elam gleams And the best blood of Erech flows in streams I would forge from the sea the flesh of men I will forge myself a vessel of foam (An Incantation To Enable A Person To See A Ghost, Babylonian 7th century BC, excerpt from a tablet in the library of Ashurbanipal, British Museum k.2779) Above the stars weep knives and fight the burning lamps of the morning In the of the Majlis al Djinn below They cry out We walk alone between a thousand worlds We hear the screams of a thousand tongues We have sought to reach heaven but found it filled with burning flames So many forking paths All lead to eternity
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026