Sol
Album • 2018
I dreamt of a vast empty The great nothingness expanding Polka-dotted skies pulsating Old european music slitting throats Counting the dimension Lost in spheres Mr Rabbit with his knife in his silent garden Ripping the wormholes out of his eyes Cleaving the world into a million fragments of pure light
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025
Wave goodbye and watch space implode through mushroom clouds painting the sky And I hear a transmission from the far regions of my memory Speaking in tongues with plastic vampire fangs Sipping cherry wine Dreaming of salvation Longing for rest Chasing the wind Chasing the shadows Chasing the wind Shall I kiss the abyss Shall I nurse the twilight Shall I sail into the dawn on a dream catching rocking horse Wave goodbye Wave goodbye Dearest friend Wave goodbye
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025
Trees shall rise from our hands Moss shall grow from under our feet Dust shall cover our bodies Autumn seeps from our hearts When our voices are the ocean And the seagulls nest in our eyes You will know us again You will know us again Dressed in space Forging the dawn Exhaling mist Plunging the clouds Our abyss shall rise to engulf your cities Our void shall spread The wide empty Our doors are open Our doors are open
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
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If the eastern sky sings you to sleep And if it offers you the rain in a blue tin box tarnished with age If you’re too old to revolt and too tired to weep And if your voice is muffled by snow storms and booze Will you tear the silence from my mouth
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025
Old faces stare into history Planting lies in the garden of time Stealing from the pockets of death Painting Christs in sequins Mosaic nova Halo of black holes Weeping cosmic winds Skin stretched across galaxies Embryonic vessels in orbit Circling the host mind Recalling the light Crippled hands reach into the abyss A blind dimension Where the sun never sets Where the dawn never ages And as the amniotic fluids of the light world pours down from a celestial disk the clouds wriggle and worlds collide And if we’ll meet again I will offer you the rain
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025
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