Within the Weaves of Infinity

To traverse labyrinthine tunnels Within the weaves of infinity Transgression of Moebian pathways Dimensional nomadic flight To enter the halls of ageless majesty Ephemeral, unbound The temporal aorta severed The serpentine spine broken Dweller at the threshold The point at which the crossroads meet Vessel of migration Along the stream of transient states of being Rhizomorphous rebellion A state of manifold fixation Residing in the rifts between worlds In singular multiplicity Within the weaves of infinity Within the weaves of infinity The prism eye glaring In the chamber of dead stars Spectral emanations Shattered on the horizon’s edge Among ancient ruins Monuments lay in fields of moss Once brilliant sceptres by rust long corroded Now shine anew in the towering eye of eternity Gazing from the summit At all that was and is to come The distant echo of words once spoken Resounding in the formless reaches of unborn worlds Submerged in the deepest slumber Dormant in primordial stasis Somnambulant sojourn to oblivion Sinking into the sea of opaque shades Bathed in translucent rivers In union with the absolute Entranced by the song of a hundred voices Absorbed by limitless light Within the weaves of infinity Ephemeral, unbound The temporal aorta severed The serpentine spine broken

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Ævaforn, eilífur Á botni hylsins hírist Í örvæntingu steypist í gin glötunar Bundinn í hlekki eilífrar endurfæðingar Ormstunga Snákur skríður Um sporbaug Án afláts Óravíddir rekur Heltekinn af vilja Hungrið sverfir Hali höfði fylgir Hátt uppi sveimar Ormstunga Hreistur sindrar Fast um sig hlykkjast Föl naðra Sporð sinn nagar Ormstunga Gnístan skoltsins glymur Í blindri heift Botnlaust tómið kallar Gin drekans opnast Heiminum að granda Stjörnur sortna Strengir rofna Hryggur klofnar Eilífðin afmyndast Í himingeimsins sæ Endurspeglast skin dauðra stjarna Bjagað bergmál látinna heima Ómar um tóma sali Afmyndað hræ himinhvolfanna Gapir hreyfingarlaust Af eitri ertu kominn Að eitri muntu aftur verða Upp risinn úr köldum undirheimsins brunni Afskræmdur sekkur í hafrótsins djúp Ævaforn, eilífur Á botni hylsins hírist Í örvæntingu steypist í gin glötunar Bundinn í hlekki eilífrar endurfæðingar Afmyndað hræ himinhvolfanna Gapir hreyfingarlaust Botnlaust tómið kallar

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Carcass of the hangman's horse seeps with grime Tainting the stream of ice with bitter taste of ashes Forked tongues whisper distorted truths, plague the shattered mind Revelations of ancient mysteries hidden in the voids bloom Clandestine keys of salvation Concealed by death’s embrace Beneath the golden arch Waves break upon the shores of death Frozen daggers grinding in the current Nine halls of Helreginn The searing gaze of the ever watchful smoldering eye Yearning for the immaculate Within the womb of regeneration where fire and ice wed Towering walls of worms and bone The shores, sands putrid flesh Howls and shrieks from the bloodstained hound Echo through the lands of pestilence White stone, the shrines of death crumble Earth turned to vapor The wolf's jaw wide agape Skies ablaze Beneath the golden arch Waves break upon the shores of death Frozen daggers grinding in the current Nine halls of Helreginn

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025