...To Open the Passages in Dusk

"Beholding in Sorrow the Sleeper meets kingly torment Suffocating into the woe of stars He remembers the years pass And what is left of dying flame of retribution" It's then, when the last autumn cries a fiery canticle And hums through the trees in the wake of death As a last journey of mesmerized night-wind Yearning to leave this earth "Dethroned and forgotten, He sees no suffering rest In his temple, now relinquishing from the soil Deep in his wounds of starlight The nights are still silver" Death, so heavy on his shoulders the dreams too old inside Now severed out from his chest into a sky-shaped stone for a blackened soul Once more gazing over shoreless white purity A perfect vision lamented by his hands His bleeding eyes thrown to the godless glare Where creation is still silence Abandoned lies his tower of solemn grace Like the thousand years engraved to its walls Where his cries circle, never to reach the chambers of gold Hopelessly, as all seasons die

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

»I sleep beside you Breathless in the casket of wood Softly in the withered bed of hays I dream as you are asleep Holding this circle of hands And under my feet, the dying flowers« Carrying out the flame to the Eve To Open the passages in Dusk and to enter the Night when the souls will coil to the ancient stars Where only sacred footprints remain In the ever falling snow My soul is a candle Lit towards the end of time Under cold spears of Saturnine bliss To the solemn pulse of elder-night The watchers fire kindles in the distance and emanations reach this morbid heart Like elemental tails of prophecy Shedding light of the most radiant star

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

The fires burn as the dismal shore seems to perish Like the quietus of his dying dream Softly grasping the infinite, the shoreless escapes Like silver beams they travel the swell In their cold remembrance where moon drank the waters venery A gaze of silver to its bleak fathoms, where a painful oath was thrown Dying words broken into silent bliss of soul And no light shall escape his brow Like waves once leave the shore, never to return As the haven breaks to nothingness »And like his tears, they will melt the stone Over harbouring night Receiving only death or life Unknown«

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Following the lanterns glow we have reached the passage of night Burning clear from the mist of the years no more a stride for his longing soul Turning paths to the oldest of misery His hearts contempt The black sun on its billows The prophecy - freezing his flesh The cry of reversed star disappears falling to the mother’s cold arms Burning the trees wreath, once ever-green the golden cloak to ash [i]And all the north winds cease their howl Remembering The fires of the shore Burning his heart with their dismal calling The shroud of death falls and cold aeons await[/i] Our torches dim and pale over the ever-descending night what is to become and remembered is only here to pass As the darkness will fall upon us

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025