Arrival of the Forgotten Ones
On the top of the realm of stone An iced sceptre of powerlessness in a fatigued hand A rotten crown around the forehead which burdens more than the knowledge The silcence, slimy silence only a suspected motion of the stony dust An iron wind missing the gorges solitude at the end of consciousness Of consciousness in cold cells, alive but dead Unsuitable structure of composition Where did happen the mistake? The fatal turn... Realm of stone... Still dead realm of stone... Still dead realm of stone... Still dead realm of stone... On the throne of the undead... On the top of the real of stone An iced sceptreof powerlessness in a fatigued hand A rotten crown around the forehead which burdens more on cold cells, alive but dead Unsuitable structure of composition Where did happen the mistake? The fatal turn of the tide, Turn of the tide... Throne of the undead
Submitted by Lake of Tears — May 09, 2026
Alone again, endless number of trees Darkness, restlessness, odd feelings The night is coming up and helplessness with her chilliness, smell of the earth and glare of death All has lost its meaning - only the silhouttes remain - impure and far away... To be a part of the life cycle of nature, never more any human hardship Necrologue, necrologue, necrologue, written in forest This is the end, an utter end, no shackles of the past exists I am the part of infinity Immortality is not powerlessness, immortality is not powerlessness I am the most hideous idea, that was suppressed and ruined through ages I am the infinity, I am the living death, the havoc is unbelievable beautiful I am the infinity, I am the living death, the havoc is unbelievable beautiful Alone again, endless number of trees Darkness, restlesness, odd feelings The night is coming up and helplessness with her chilliness, smell of the earth and glare of death
Submitted by Lake of Tears — May 09, 2026
There were the time of chill and of unbearable warmth in the white glare of hell and under the pale moon A cycle of motion and numbness took turns from times immemorial, nobody ever knew why somewhere in the indescribablesness of space in foruth, fifth dimension...who knows? Was brought forth...oh no, was discharged a race...unwanted and spoiled full of prejudice and retusal Serpent code was his tongue double cutting, always utterly mendacious double cutting, always utterly mendacious race of the dimension like a parasite druing a chilling night It has bitten into the monolith of numbness, the dislike against eternity created from fragments of doubt
Submitted by Lake of Tears — May 09, 2026
Destructive sound, expression of cruelty and abomination Rain from the deathly valley All the words fill the substance It is a dead root of the kept-on-about cliche It is so beautiful as far as it can't be comprehend It is so needless, clearly it is so beautiful as far as it can't be comprehend It is so needless Clear to everybody, it must be so It is not truthful it must be so, It is not truthful Without it, the endless game of uncreativity and unimagination, hundreds of stencils fill up the life We may say to ourselves then that we live Personal ego is repressed Destructive sound, expression of cruelty and abomination I know that feeling, it is so beatiful to be prifted away by dreams and visions It must be so, it is not truthful It must be so, it is not truthful Without it, the endless game of uncreativity and unimagination, hundreds of stencils fill up the life We may say to ourselves then that we live Personal ego is repressed Diseased awareness of reality I know that feeling, it is so beatiful to be prifted away by dreams and visions
Submitted by Lake of Tears — May 09, 2026
When thy way will touch the end suddenly, A deep abyss of void will show its cruelty, There is no sign of love Only the time is and always has been. Looking back to the light thou see the way is couvered with... With leaves of thine life. Thou can read now... In lunatic eyes of destiny Feeling the cold of the end Thou knowest it so good. How many times have you felt it? Everytime when the summer Died before upcoming autumn. Now that the leaves are gone And thy last place where thou are not alone, Cemetary of memories.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — May 09, 2026
Infection has spread through atoms of a body of stone It was attacking and deforming in times of numbness influence of its falseness and becoming stronger by every cycle And at this point of time the one began to attack the everlasting laws Not abilities and talent but greediness was the key Everything was suddenly so grey and colourless Guardians of deceitful dawn
Submitted by Lake of Tears — May 09, 2026
All around as the blinds straying, pawns searching for light Still dissatisfied and nervous, needing to have the feeling of evolution All of us always believe in progress Evolution is the synonym for success Evolution of decay permanent chase for nothing Comical game of soullessness that is what the beautiful Evolution is...permanent chase for nothing Comical game of soullessness that is what the beautiful Evolution is...falling into empty words and gestures Gesticulation of a stupid jester We want to be as nobody did before But we are the same again, why... We want to be as nobody did before But we are the same again, why...
Submitted by Lake of Tears — May 09, 2026
Deep...the winter of my life, dark shadows blind my sight Cold wind of thoughts blow up the night, uncovered remains of human mind Autumn shadows long, my arm is long, but longer Autumn shadows are dark-imminent-immortal planets of dreams, so great so far Autumn shadows, so loud like my evil repulsive wates of my rotting heart... Perverse melodies... Pass the trees of mourning tears See the mountain of the frozen hope Feel the smell of empty dreams Touch the thorns of dark Though autumn shadows... Spring flowers of loves and hate buried hopes of the summer days in the oceans of autumn rain winter garden of dreadful fate Autumn shadows...
Submitted by Lake of Tears — May 09, 2026
You know, you live, in an emptiness of words Cruel nothing, kills our empty word, the only hope Dreams! Fanciful thoughts hallucinations of freedom Sleepless nights are the worst Red moon, no dreams The dreams are my hope. Without them, I'm dead The dreams are my hope. Without them, I'm dead Sins of my reality attack my life I want to sleep during the night Red moon...
Submitted by Lake of Tears — May 09, 2026
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