The Rime of Memory
This track is instrumental.
Part I: Hiraeth: (Instrumental) Part II: Hjemløs Memory in dissipation, like the hoarfrost’s delicate cling… The supplemental envelopment of winter’s prosthetic embrace. In exchange for the fire’s warmth, I delve into memory... Nostalgia replaced hope as reality replaces dreams. The spruce, snow weighted, As my troubled heart succumbs to burden. The saplings crushed beneath the snow fall as my recollection is obscuring. In white wash I’m saturated and satiated by its allure The nothingness drowns out the loss known before this frozen world. This dormant slumber In peace and waiting Laid in repose For breath abating. In stillness seen And frigid fingers, where aspiration is frozen And memory lingers... Crystals cling upon wintering larch. Roots encased in a tomb of snow… The shrouds of ice in a world of stasis, Where green has faded and will not grow. The haunting spectres of life and love lost break the crypt of the past, To roam free the frozen world, to roam free at last...
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025
Dragging an urn full of snow with me on every path I tread. The stench of decaying memory and repeating thoughts of dread… The rot of reminiscence is just like the picking of a scab. The acid in the vomit bares no resemblance to the meal that was had. On pathways storm obscured Where orange blaze peers through, The pleasure of a taste of poison before illness must be endured. Thumbing through memories of times long passed. The sweetness long faded, only bitterness will last. “Kalde tårer faller ned fra himmelen en vinternatt. de skjaerer inn i bevisstheten som glasskår sårene vil alltid forbli åpne med den smertefulle sannheten at vårt bilde av paradis er knust.” (Poem written and performed by Patrick Næss) These memories thought immortalized, melt into disfigured visages of the truth. The mad prophet’s scripture forever lacking proof. The ever changing world unsure of all we’ll lose. The autumn snow brings no solace in a world we know is doomed. Nothing cold can stay. In the world of rot and decay. The end times underway. Nothing cold can stay.
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025
Any distraction will do. Anything to ride out this gloom. The lugubrious weight of the present. The cumbersome pains of the past. Precipitous symphony, of crystals falling: So much louder in memory than when it’s trumpets were calling. In hues ever vibrant, recollection lies to the eye, through the mind’s romanticism and the ever running passage of time. The allure of the unknown, as goddesses depicted in splendor, in actuality may be more haggard than the brush stroke’s render. By truth and horror none shall be spared. Left to embrace the phantoms of those who once cared. So if it is true the sun also rises in hell; I’ll applaud the hope in this world and keep none for myself. Forgetting the pain, the fear and the doubt. beseeching grey skies, enduring the snow drought.
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025
The nostalgia in waiting. The yearning relief. In blanketed branches, after skies unleash… and winds blow through rendering skies ever blue… Glistening frost light. Transitory, shining bright. Is this so sacred because we can’t keep it? Do we only love because we will lose? If life was ever lasting would we need it? Is loss what we would choose? Autumn’s beauty withers to grey; Does that make it more desired? Winter’s tranquility melts away Either by spring or by fire. Either by ice or by rot. This life is all we have got. We have nothing else to lose, as we make a home of our tomb. For all love we deny, for all the poison we imbibe. For all memories lost to time Another part of us dies. Running ever slower now that a limb is gone. Blind eyes still perceive the beauty of the dawn. Beyond all sunsets and into the dark of loss, The snow greyed and the sky dimmed for it’s cost. The phantom limb heart for the soul weathered numb, The celluloid dances for the dead and succumbed. The symphony plays forever on into the abyss. The messages screaming to those who will never hear this...
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025