Mythopoeia
Album • 1999
Oom posmon oom - en oe uru ni - neuech omun chom - haach nomeech om - hee noeum vrch hee Driping blue wash off the suffer lovely are shields of basess love finger roars by flares up of thought word distant luck from desire of floating pains Oom posmon oom Oom posmon oom Flower of pleasure of huming bodies of freedom shores of infammable landscapepicture of pointworld key of angel wings of lightly blue secret pregnancy by cosmic breath Touching of eternal driping silence
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 16, 2025
Ice in your eyes, flame in my heart...alms of our loneliness! Forgotten! If you have, have a soul...mistaken soul You donít cover a grief...hateful grief Above my invisible dream...most beautiful dream A curtain turns up...over the heads of sillers unselfish respect...and opera begins A conductor raises the baton...psalm of fate was completed prudent delusion...from veil of experience Elicting sensual strike...penetrating sound false note...settlement with death death! If you donít recognize mind...outspoken mind You donít see the truth...mendacious truth Above my solitary scream...blind scream The black clouds, darkness of heart, lighning from clean sky Desperate alms, mirrors of the past, part from symbolic trust The eternal fame, suffering of innocence, voluntary departure from life The moment of succes...on the edge of my loyalty infinite applause...flowers fall on platform The last bow...neverending symphony of silence if you feel the touch...unrealy touch You donít know emptiness...immortal emptiness over my merciless inhumanity...dauntless inhumanity My hate...My trust...My spirit of the God My pain...My grief...My lies of your horror My dream...My soul...My shadow on the wall My anger...My pleasure...My lock on your treasure
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Nov 16, 2025
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My saviour, keeper of my wishes the burning candle drips blood in every part of body is thorn of destiny Lifeless is easy life in circle Tell, what do you see behind the shadow of mirror maybe, what is my power of stones Tell, my carnage, my enemy, my mayhem Ways of past are crying under the weight of wings magic ball is full of water with colour of steel Staff with traits of my face with - a grining smile Disclosing of mask can - ritual Digger with hood is coming pagan fear - over dish of vine Smell of virility, smell of feminity - womb is put together - You Soothsayer
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 16, 2025
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Face of born is flaying down to depths Spiral feeds fire of sun Gods float by oceans of worlds Nakedness of staining is palting the heavenly Hard touches by words of rebellion Circles are hold into cosmic vibrations Brown past scatters the flames Bosom of earth receives combined passions Myths are circling in a curve of light White flowers were beat by animalness of doms Fruits of spirit of grace drifts Lightly filler, space of flame EO
Submitted by NecroGod — Nov 16, 2025
I am not and I will be not pure and even so I am calling You Laviah, how mighty is your song Give a sound to my thoughts Laviah, how mighty is your song How saints go, how black ones go, You understand to the black sacrament Laviah, how mighty is your song You are almighty in music and poetry and so I have not to praise God I hate him and You will be to hate in that moment with me Laviah...Laviah...Laviah... So mighty is my calling to You Laviah... I always will be to invoke your name and music is my...
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 16, 2025
Oldman and oldwoman, Moon and Sun rainbow arms of falling stars and leaves ancient dust is washed off from Queen sunset over shadow of my eyes dark indiansummer with many hue of black it's twilight it's twilight Dish of the defeating, how forunate chance, depositing and muddy, far river-bed of sighing details - eternally transferring belt of grain of reproachness is cutted dirty poverty of celtic existence frontiers of poison are signport of zodiac slack by wandering on mountainridge for precious coral... Stitch of warrior is committed by wet shrub noble is swamp of difficulties and shame puls is impossible ant to limp by spear eighteenth tabu is matter and nature oldman and oldwoman, Moon and Sun rainbow arms of falling stars and leaves sunset over shadow of my eyes dark indian summer...it's twilight "Serr siabhar ritu Oen dunam mathir Ord siabhar trom"
Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 16, 2025
Pekelna vasen neprojde zrcadlem Ohen, Ohen, Ohen Mysteries of hiding-places, brisk sacramnet deep knowledge, presence of myths Vapours of redolent cloudlets from vessel are divesting Swallowing stream is dissolwing the flow Plundering stop is sifting the corn of life Knowledge disclaimed sight of cosmic rainbow Without waterside is solitude of fruit of sight Lost thoughts of open emptinesses For love are cutted off the eye-lids of Gods Fruits of elements feel their beat Pebbels of colours repose on bottom of streams Watching gate is dawning to men Tender mystery, to give birth and die into rose Cross of world eat sacrifices of the strokes Runner will wound his soles on notions Cramps of inbornations fly away through the spiral and back Flowers are symbol of the following Tajemno skrytych mist posvatnosti, Hluboka moudrost zvecnelych mytu, Pro lasku jsou uriznuta vicka Bohum a kvety jsou symbolem pristiho. Nezne tajemstvi dava zrozeni a smrt v ruzi, Pekelna vasen neprojde zrcadlem...
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 16, 2025
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