Dread Poems of the Fall

when the Uncertain Experiencing of Reality is dawning upon me here, With every thought of fear or terror or awe for all [apparitional appearances] set aside, May I recognize whatever [visions] appear, as the reflections of mine own consciousness; May I know them to be of the nature of apparitions in the Bardo: When at this all-important moment [of opportunity] of achieving a great end, May I not fear the bands of Peaceful and Wrathful [Deities], mine own thought-forms. While wandering alone, separated from loving friends, When the vacuous, reflected boy of mine own mental ideas dawneth upon me, May the Buddhas, vouchsafing their power of compassion, Grant that there shall be no fear, awe, or terror in the Bardo.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Мои руки помнят твои руки Мои уши помнят твой голос Бархатистый смех рассыпающийся Серебряными колокольчиками... И свет, пронзающий тьму И наш одинокий маяк Не дают мне смириться с тем Что я есть... Беседка, увитая диким плющом Помнит наши глаза Замерзшие цветы когда-то знали наши пальцы Как и твоя кровь, которая кричит о мести Ты была самой красивой на свете Мое сердце разрывалось от твоей красоты Но Обман и Случайность разрушили нашу тайную связь Теперь ты с темными ангелами Насилующими твою душу Полную удовлетворения от свершившегося проклятия Я-Дагон, существо, стонущее во мраке И оплакивающее свою участь...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Reflections on water are deformed by shivers Help yourself that you there will see Leaves the fallen minuet are silently turned To fog and silhouette could sigh Night show this way I hear a voice from afar... From days left and sacred "You go, but come back" I remember your faces and works Hard recollect Pain and hope, Fear and dream Shall turn back Only the smoke Those who were with me... Face which I never forget Stares in dream And when I look at the Place, It's well visible by lighting's flashes Cemetery gloom... A pain of not come true hopes... Triumph of the dust and a smell of acacias... Incoming at night terrible memories

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Dust of Time and bodies remains Are based upon the dead ground Suffocating smell attracts insects Oasis of a mad feast Set of falling, death is the one The fool not learned by a life Having stepped the mercy don't wait There you will find the end Moisture can serve the blood True choice of week without food Skul's decorated with dunes Merging with Mirages Set of falling, death is the one The fool not learned by a life Having stepped on the sand There he find painful end Infinite halls of light Is deceptive Smart traps of death Around me are playful The bird waits for carrion Incessantly narrowing a circle Red light burn my eyes I overcome desolation Place where the shadow Imperceptibly escapes One more day gradually kills Heaps of stones-dead Cost for a long time here

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Lost in castle Darkness carefully hides you But I still see you Midnight in your eyes What once was Forgotten and erased Strikes back I am unforgiven Torn by demons of guilt Moon look through gothic window With mute accusation Tapestries full of pity I need no pity-I damned by you Old lullaby ends no good You escape...I'm running to On dusty stairs Castle of killing illusions Binds and enslaves me.... Red looms in the darkness, A sinful creed Sweet dream-t'is to rain Beauty of the silence- a first one was To sad clouds Where there was I At that time When you have said goodbye To this wild world And whether was I Sensing the breath of Cretaceous tombs From a life of spiteful knaves you Have turned away Having accepted Detachments of Spirits of emptiness Remember your gentle smile When the color of world's alive Your ghost don't let me sleep Don't let me die Inhaling the death Of Cretaceous tomb From a life of spiteful knaved you Had turned away Accepted the detachments of The Dying

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Illusive flame Behind a window burns Someone's fingers Convulsively Showers mournful сchain Spectres through me hasten flows To Erebus where the bell toll Forest teems by unrest Formula I'm opened of neolalia At a hungry chasm I swooned and jumped To understand all vanity And to be dead downwards The cataract of moon steadfastly looks at house It's absorbed by a wood and darkness As two serpents twisting each other As bloodlines flows downwards In sacrificial bowl Life after that's intolerable Shadows for sure could touch my soul In the hours of human sleep The enter's free, Beckoning me With heavy sights Unceasing Entire hell where my heart is...

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Прокаженный больной сон Открывает темную завесу Чтоб показать мне финал трагедии Восковые маски мертвых оживают Театр дышит ночным воздухом И дыхание оскверняет порядок Я вижу то чего не видел Я знаю что все было именно так Фигура намеренно открывает тайну Будь ты проклята! Моя боль все еще не ушла И без твоих суицидальных откровений... Проходят дни, сон за сном Призрачной кавалькадой Победный марш к Голгофе... Прокаженный старый сон Кидает меня в заброшенный сон Смерть неспешно поправляет Свое лучшее платье Чтобы предстать во всем своем блеске....

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

From autumn there t'is All in black vapours the lonely shade Grieve washing, you so are similar to me And I also go to distant road With a growing pain and ghost's presence by Winds we sing and roar the suffer I'm doomed to most gloomy garden Which waits for me on all road Where are not lughed but grieve I shall drink from a bowl of sadness I shall eat thorny bread But I will not dare if with me Shall be thy serene grace, your star upon me Its my force and rest And to the purpose I shall come and I shall safely Look in a countless hungry night