Profetus
Album • 2009
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The Undying Blaze of the Sun of the Depths Gives Colour to the sinking eye of the Prophet Over our cleansed bodies Burning like incense Our mouths opened again to receive the ashen rain Silenced be this darkness Between the worlds Where my wounds run cold United in Blood as the heirs of the morning star Shall cripple before the Masters fall Ripped from the Mother' crystal Womb the truth is consumed Within inner sanctum walls As a sculpture, flesh ceases being The Dying Seed of leaden stream Like bathym ash strewn over my years The one made of blood an ashen wings Possessed by only sorrow Bother not my sleep For I seek his flame of purification Sown on this black earth The sullen eye that harbours the night In his shadow I am yearning for death
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025
Fallen stars Under the quiet sun of Capricorn Will I embrace the madrigal of streams? Within the sheltered darkness of my flesh Suffering the astral pain Harvest The Ever grey fields of souls remembrance where frigid lovers bleed to death The mourning light shall bury the secret When heavens are dropping with black seed of Doom Like ghosts upon mercury sleep we lie awake The dismal lovers tied to a sharp immediation By the warm blood of the stars As the lifes Shepherd has lost all hope Granted to burn in solid stakes of the world To walk this heaving earth In cursed procession When it all ends in desolated ruins The child of Saturn awakes with ashen wings (into the bliss of wind) drifting against the stream
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025
Forever dying never dead, an old man Something like bile in his veins, as it seems "The serpent did breath it unto my face," you say "As I was younger and blazing Now I am extinguished.... solid stone" Archaic darkness, from wherein dawns the Night "Like a starving man in the desert would suck blood from his very own body," or like a snake above devours its tail to renew its scales Unchanging father of all change Saturn, Beholding Abyss, the Last Mover, deep core of being, father of eternities "Before there was matter, I have been, only fools connect me with that which can someday perish Did you think me as the Adversary?" In this tower, besieged by many a silence Based on the permant rock of nothing Surrounded by white kingdom of ice Countless reversed stars above I am the secret master of your blood
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025
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