Ophidian Wheel

Decline is the symptom of the failure to evolve forwards Change was and will be the most permanent element of experience deny to go on and you will be left back Going backwards by remaining stagnant We watch from our abodes As hawks, we cut the electric skies With pride We keep the order, designing fate We give access to countless futures… A time of exodus will come The time to break out from the womb And ships will lower down on ГAIA On shining arks then we will go On lands and stars forgotten… The origin of riddles, what can restore the lunar wings Is challenge of the underworld For challenges to come, we will stand against the tide Under the banner of the brave Mission AIOEPIA, the future belongs to the brave Decline is the symptom of the failure to evolve forwards Change was and will be the most permanent element of experience We watch from our abodes As hawks, we cut the electric skies With pride We keep the order, designing fate We give access to countless futures… The origin of riddles, what can restore The lunar wings is challenge of the underworld For challenges to come, we will stand against the tide Under the banner of the brave Mission AIOEPIA, the future belongs to the brave

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Where the crossroads meet is the axle Of the grand wheel The heart that reverberates my beat I wear the talisman of Thot, The sign of our unity Because it has a part of the universe A part of me And my love is strong because nothing can divide Me from the object of my ultimate affection The Ophidian wheel When the moon steals the crown from its rival Night enters day. Bring forth the eclipse The schism that reconstructs my lucid kingdom. And all my children by their birth right Wear proudly my crown, my horns of power And those who sense my circle thoughts are all witnesses

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

Welcome to the joyous carnival of passion Where the mind surrenders to the animal Smell the seductive odour of the naked skin Bathed in the exotic oils, the potions of desire It would be folly to defy the eldest law For resistance will only supply the fire of lust With her wooden excuses We are here to drink this old wine without remorse To spill the fluid of Genesis In abundance because we all know That as this elixir of life will flow We will be left exhausted but smiling Nails sink into sweaty ground Marking Dionysiac stings Sparks set from velvet tongues That bring close soft orange lips Phallic litanies Paths lead inside warm nests, that sacred shrines of sin As serpents, we crawl beneath The guises that we all wear It would be folly to defy the eldest law For resistance will only supply the fire of lust With her wooden excuses So it will grow stronger and stronger Until fatally it will consume the renegades With the flames of their denied satisfaction Phallic litanies

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

Hedonism, power in life without end Morality and remorse banished An epitaph of useless beliefs and countless mistakes Left to the outcasts. Those who were found guilty for self torment. Never admitting so, betrayed by their shiver While mutilating their happiness With razor blades of guilt Their voices rise like an irritating whisper To the AEONAON fortress But there is no need for warriors That can not win their own battles Razor blades of guilt No beggars are allowed in, to feast in sympathy This treasure is kept and shared With the beloved loyal comrades Wearing the title of the trinity Warlord, magician, and king Hands are raised grasping golden cups In a toast for hedonism. Power in life without guilt.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

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A stranger once whispered: A fallen angel is someone not aware of his authentic identity Because the fall occurred nowhere except on the inner plains And the broken wing was nothing but the bleeding memory The creators of the prophecies Have seen pages yet unturned From a book that can not be read Or expressed from mouths of scorn Observing the divine marriage Between the solid soil and the ether Step on the lightnings and ascend On the topmost step of the earth Stepping on the belt that surrounds the sphere Endless are the joys of the infinite quest For the timeless explorer And the child that lurks inside On the topmost step of the earth Solo: Chris Stepping on the belt that surrounds the sphere A billion toys to play, countless more to invent In the mental playground, around its solid tree The creators of the prophecies Have seen pages yet unturned From a book that can not be read Or expressed from mouths of scorn On the topmost step of the earth On the topmost step of the earth… Stepping on the belt that surrounds the sphere.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

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Behold that a path is created from these traces of ink, Letters join numbers Sounds come forth manifesting the plasticity This is the direct outcome of the continuous war The collision of the worlds of change and stability One would sense the mind behind them If only he could withdraw from the relentless alterations of its forms I have swum against rivers of fallacy Chaotic symmetry, And have returned From the point of weakness To the root of triumph Between the circular entrances of spinning dark suns I travelled with the company of a triangle To the dark corners of cosmos Geometry in static In frozen wells I left my seal for the future travellers Sunken trilithons bear my signature In wombs of yellow on the phosphoric remnants Of organisms with consciousness long erased One would sense the mind behind them If only he could withdraw from the relentless alterations of its forms Between the circular entrances of spinning dark suns I travelled with the company of a triangle to the dark corners of cosmos Geometry in static

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

From inside a cloud with the shape of a grey owl Scanning down the hill of an Indian sacred site I can see a figure with hair white like the snow The polar crystal breath Gyrating around the pyre like a planet in orbit Around the burning mass of a life giving sun Following the ways of the ageless Parallel not our paths can cross In a shower of meteor storm As you have sung for me Now I sing for you As you have welcomed me Now I welcome you The shaman From inside a cloud with the shape of a grey owl Scanning down the hill of an Indian sacred site I can see a figure with hair white like the snow The polar crystal breath As you have sung for me Now I sing for you As you have welcomed me Now I welcome you The shaman Let's take our place as stars in the night sky…

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

A peacock rests alone in the vitreous valley With an innocent pose like it does not know On its featherers ventaglia thousands of eyes Empty since the end of oracles Clouds create a hollow pillow For sleepy heads to rest By denying to submit to the whims Of their unstable patterns, I glide above them all Heaven below Light as a thought, dropping the weight of millenniums How far can once reach The answer depends on who this one is How far can one extend As far as his limits go… Solo: Chris Heaven below

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

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