Înarborat kosmos
Sol Ler Sol Sol Argent Sol Flu Sol Faur Alchimia My eyes were glimmering behind the mirror As my face still stands in front of myself. I change the worlds, I switch the lights. An unspoken rule lies beneath my will To shield my silence from within Crossed is the space from within. Between my mind's concentricity and beyond, From there the great unknown is purling! I turned to left my sense of seeing Where drawling dwells in dull stillness I felled awake into profundity In a thoughtless perennial state. A gentle wind drifting me to the other side Makes my soul wander through the ancient stones, Under the hermits of old reigns, Sought visions enriched my wisdom Through Sabian symbols I step and gain The maturation of my aim. I crest the strength, Into the depth of Kosmic tree And as I stand, in front of me Universe's hollow swallows me I watch within, the depth of me And as I stand, so close with me My eye's trans-lucid I am one with myself.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
"I wring the secret out of my body..."
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 06, 2026
I wring the secret out of my body... Drowned in the unknown of this black sea, My forever swallowed body, Whirling grows to my deepest fright Into the darkest depths of nothingness I dip my head into the water, The pressure that drains my shape, Pushes me away beyond my limits, Pulls me back in the warmth of the known. ...I strike away... But my twin is rising... ...and vibrating together With the diaphanous flow. Splashes in a thousand drops of awareness Oceans dragging me together, Washing away all fates And all that could ever be. I look at the great well of the universe, Where my body lies still hanging. My visceral seethes are sweating. Dissolving tissue in this pain Through living, roughs become alighted. Liquefying my subtle substance, From stone to flesh And flesh through wit. The steam is tearing out of me. The vapors are breathed Into the plasma's newly born cavity, With enlightened viscosity. In the womb of Kosmos A glistening hoard has been woven... A virgin ethereal globule springing In a pneumatic living. Heir of an old heredity, Heightening until the Octahedron is gliding The final step into the uprising follows.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Hupogrammos â Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, TulnicSol Faur â Guitars, KeyboardsNegru â Drums, Xylophone, ToacÄ Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com NEGURA BUNGET LYRICS
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 18, 2026