Vespers

An abyss came down from the sky Swallowed everything that breathed free This black cloud born in the sea Brought darkness upon the living Memories turned into nightmare Unstable seems our next step The ancient seed of the Dead Inside the Womb of Mother Earth Blood pounded in the veins And thoughts in mind reigned proud and brave Warm air was heavier than before Perfume of a thousand dead flowers Bullets of hate Crippled our Angel Wanders blind among us Blood runs out of his soul Bullets of hate Crippled our Angel Wanders blind among us Blood runs out of his soul He was a child, a man, a woman A face, someone He died but not at all She was a child, a man, a woman A face, someone She died but not at all Electricity they become For eternal and utter silence

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Darkness Lend us thy light For the road so far Mouldered our souls Blackened our minds Emotional desert Always so frail To grovel hostile Earths Withstand the hatred Consigned to oblivion Rain falls on our dense hair Skin is moistened Lips are fever burnt And my comrade Lies there... frozen Emotional desert Always so frail To grovel hostile Earths Withstand the hatred Consigned to oblivion Mouldered our souls Blackened our minds Symbols soiled by greed and misery In this verge, life seems cursed Watching from a distance We became somebody else But yet remained the same See the darkness in those eyes To delight the perverted They sinned against the light Memories fell in the void Of those who we could be A ghost screaming our names Our wounds bleed so deep Symbols soiled by greed and misery In this verge, life seems cursed We became somebody else

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

"Να λευτερωθείς από ένα πάθος, υπακούοντας σένα άλλο υψηλότερο... Μα μήπως κι αυτό δεν είναι σκλαβιά: Να θυσιάζεσαι για μιαν ιδέα, για τη ράτσα σου, για το Θεό? Η μήπως όσο πιο αψηλά στέκεται ο αφέντης τόσο και πιο μακραίνει το σκοινί της σκλαβιάς μας, πεθαίνουμε χωρίς να βρούμε την άκρα του, κι αυτό το λέμε ελευθερία." (Zorba the Greek - Nikos Kazantzakis) A land full of remnants The one we have to walk Like black sheeps of our time Death stumbles on our souls So afraid to die, So afraid to live What a way to exist Truth is as horrible as Death Unlocks the prison of thought and regret Have you suffered enough ... for those you love? As we came to nothing. To nothing we will end The truth we once realised Lost forever with our emptiness Worms of the Earth. In a horrible world Dead sights stand out in penumbra Do you think I'm human? But I know I have its face. Worms of the Earth. In a horrible world Do you think I'm human? But I know I have its face. I, alive I breathe dead breaths Trampling the dust of the Dead All days meet their end As we came to nothing To nothing we will end The truth we once realised Lost forever with our emptiness

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

We who mourn for them Falling always first Soil covered by ruins Small panic-stricken steps Our bodies An imitation of first Man Crawling through dead lands Lost in their sick thoughts In vain Old land, no more lies I've seen you with my eyes The ravening "The course of my life has brought me now Through a stormy sea, in a frail ship To the common port where, landing We account for every deed, wretched or holy So that finally I see How wrong the fond illusion was That made art my idol and my King Leading me to want what harmed me My amorous fancies, once foolish and happy What sense have they now that I approach two deaths The first of which I know is sure ,the second threatening" (On The Brink Of Death - Michelangelo Buonarroti)

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

Watching the world from a distance One day she became a scarecrow An old queen conquered by time An old queen without a soul Motionless in the vortex of time In his lonely happiness he drowns A King without a Kingdom A King without a soul "Η ψυχή του βούλιαζε αργά, ακούγοντας το χιόνι να πέφτει απαλά όλο το σύμπαν. Απαλά να πέφτει, σαν ερχομός του έοχατον τέλους για όλους τους ζωντανούς κατ τους νεκρούς. Σε μισώ, κι ας γύρισα πάλι απόψε στα λημέρια σου. Γλίστρησες μαζί του στο αίμα μου, άβουλος... Τ' άφησες όλα πίσω κι ήρθες εδώ με τ' απολειφάδια του εαυτού σου." (The Dubliners - James Joyce) Insignificant interlude. In the space of eternity This is our life. Unpleasant journey. In long sullen silence "He doubted the reality dictated by his memory. Stopped under a tree and let the rhythm snuff out. He couldn't feel her beside him in the dark, neither his ear touched by her voice. Eavesdropped. He couldn't listen anything. Night was completely silent. He eavesdropped again. Utter silence. He felt alone..." (The Dubliners - James Joyce) Insignificant interlude In the space of eternity This is our life The Land of the Dead My soul approached A grey indefinable world "Those who are alive they know they're going to die, so life is sweet. Those who have already died they don't know they have lived. so death is cold." (Asimakis Panselinos - When We Were Living) Strange I felt And by grief embraced In a shadow, I transformed Insignificant interlude In the space of eternity This is our life Strange I felt And by grief embraced In a shadow I transformed The Land of the Dead My soul approached A grey indefinable world A train to carry my soul to the end The Doom still rules this place A grey indefinable world Eternal is only the face of Death

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025