Waltzing in Obscurity

Arrows forged by the sun bore through the penitent´s cloak. Secret pain secreting pus thrusts forth from its tormented body. Tired of waiting, I yearn for the secluded place of the nocturnal bird´s call. Coppery scent of the past sighs of bitter songs in the trills of the lark tasting of darkness. Corrosive evening air frightens all that is tender driving stray blossoms to dancing with the whisperings of fatigued leaves.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Serving a fate unknown to him, Perseus flies on his winged steed up to the heavens above, hurries downwards again to the earthly, fleeting beings who need The redeemer of dreams. From beyond the curve of the sky – where he snatched the glowing red fire of the sun – he drags along a shimmering network of threads, and throws it - giving birth to the future - down towards the nether sphere.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

On the mirror of the lake the night wind grazes across the moon´s bright green path. Starlight´s reflection imprints the torso of the sky´s vault onto the foil of my closed eyes. The wingstroke of transience fans fog´s mouldy scent from the thicket of reeds to me. Reluctantly the calixes reveal their deepest interiors. Bitter dew of ancient dreams drips into the lake´s clear water.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Beyond the heavens reigns the giant with no name: driving before him with ferocious blows fire and ice, coldness and dust, shattering the planets, igniting new suns. Hunting in circles the spheres of the sky, he hurls his creation into the abyss! His humans have lived in perpetual fear: on their altars they sacrifice blood and tears! Convulsive echoes lash at the walls of the canyon. The imperious gesture of the tempest´s blast had the power to hurl down towering cathedrals of erratic rocks.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

On summits high up in the light blossoms the silvery snow, a sparkling garden, far off above ancient walls. It shares the icy silence with palaces built by the gods under the steps of the sunshine. In the Darkling Land desolation has cast its shadow on life. All blossoms constrained to perish in lamentation. With its pale visage transience transformed water into dismal wetness. The dawn of day a ray gone astray. The warmth of the sun is an ashen glow. A dusty shimmering hovers in the air. Vague remembrance of days gone by falls into muteness. The last trace of life has flowed out of the veins of the earth. Dry branches hang from trees that have died: dessicated fingers point desperately into the void. Bloodless and grey the fog breathes paling death.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Over the hills on the horizon the stroke of a whispering wind. With no sense of time taking the way on which summits and valleys compel it. In passing, it grazes the length of the glaciers, engraving in eternal snow with its light fingertip its portrait into the earth. It exhales the sound of past yearnings. The listener recognizes in the voice of the wind the sighs of the recent past. Tracks in the snow and paths in the sand seek a toehold that will endure. From the solitude of their existence they are ripped by the wanderer´s step and the moan of a dying creature that no longer hopes.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

After winding its way through effort and pain my earthly form has sunk to the ground. From long-since vanished illusions a mere wisp rises into the ether. Your frozen smile – empire of gloom, there inside the thicket of wishes you prepared me a prison of thorns. Greedily, from the overflowing cup of time I quaffed my life. Your glassy countenance steps forth from the depths of the beaker. The flesh has forgotten its wounds sand shroud strewn over it. Robbed of dreams, stripped of thoughts, congealed to icy silence.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

The path leads through the middle of the mountains down into darkness. With naked feet I stepped into the blackness: Duskier than the darkness of the shadows. The ruddy sun will rise when it burns the frost from my ribs! In the earth that was dug up I shall lie. Hither my path has lead me. The tear´s shadow brushed away the vine´s dream may rest in dark. Yellow glows the Lily of Reverence concealed and vernally austere.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025