Skepticism
Album • 2008
Arrived autumn With a visit uninvited And by chill slowly growing With a lesson fully dreadful And by message all displeasing Then arrived autumn With a growing understanding And by vision slowly clearing With belief calmly growing And by readiness to embrace Then arrived autumn With unpleasant companion And with frost overwhelming With a lack of will to stand still And with a movement backwards drawing Then arrived autumn Not the light of spring to follow Nor a summer nor a winter With autumn tints the forest glowing And with leaves newly falling Then arrived I to visit uninvited With a message to me ageless Carrying the understanding Year of autumns one to embrace
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025
March has come time to awaken Break the silence deeply sleeping And the stillnes lasting ages Once more to start freely moving And the pulse start beating strongly And the words set calmly flowing Blow the dust out of the pipe ends Rid the chains of rust they carry And the pulse set free and roaming And unleash the words from slumber One another then shall follow Join each other in the alloy To bring forth the march october In march start and onwards journey Boldly reach out for october With the tunes as flocks that follow And the words as their companion Shall the tunes then whisper softly And roar load like rising thunder With a leadscape on their shoulders Or mere sunrays as their clothing Shall the words not sing of sorrow Leave for others words of lament Proudly join the tunes sounding Gallant ways the pulse beating Take their place in the alloy Fortify the compsound forming And unite the substance growing And meld matter made for lasting To complete the march october
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025
Cold creeps in and I start to feel Each bone of each my fingers Darkness like a cloak on my shoulders Silence almost close enough to touch I play my part Footsteps echo in the corridor In the dust is a left a trail The light pale but not the mind I play my part Not once will ask for more Not once will ask for less Belittle the hardness of others Glorify the part of mine I play my part The cold not better than the warm The light as welcome as the dark The sour as sweet as delight I play my part
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025
Wind in the dawn screams, does not whisper Through the day distant dark clouds gather Fear not in here storms will enter Winds are still It's us who move Storms are weak against ones who stand time Dark clouds like them, beautiful but helpless. Wind in the dusk whispers or stays silent The dark clouds stay or slowly shatter Sky in the night is dark like high ceiling Fear not The curtain slowly closes
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025
Bare light enters These halls Time barely passes The floors Silent for time The doors Still for air The mirror Blind for movement Time barely passes Right hall Shadows marking Colored cover Left hall Light routes Shall part Pleasant ways Hall behind The pendulum Through time Through light Through darkness Through dust The pendulum The silent becomes loud The absent becomes present Each time barely passes These halls Hall behind The pendulum
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025
The sun may stopped rising Light in mornings growing Horizon sky from sea dividing Clouds of waves separating Grey have been our days For longer than one will remember Not a breath of wind in weeks And ages of the last rainfall Yet the oars strike into the dusk Steady keep the rowlocks sounding Let the morning bring land or more sea Into the dusk will the oars lead us Grey is night Grey new dawn Grey the light Grey light gone Feel no wind See no shores Never shall we turn back Never shall we stop Let the sun stop rising Moon at nights appearing Clear sky between clouds flashing Night from day differing Grey shall be our days For as long as journey remains We welcome cold and rough wind Into the dusk will the oars lead us
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025
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