The True Circle Through the Gleam... Of Forgotten Existence...
As the natural is changing you see the path with honour. Let me take you on a trip - Takes me completely Now feel the unknow - Let me cry and don't say a word It's just at the top to disappear alone... Opened heart, bitter visions, incantations that my heart may once again be fertile. Memories now held beneath the waters in myself this is a lament for the loss of silhouettes and from them my tears are flowing all around. Opened heart, bitter visions, incantations that my heart may once again be fertile. Memories now held beneath the waters in myself This is a vision for the great sky when the astral flight and lost clamor are one again...
Submitted by johnmansley — Jun 22, 2026
You have been able to cross the dread and oppression river however, you know that the sun is shining and the new day has the destiny of causes. When I see to the red sky Soon the night will come Those ancient centuries has listened my reflected and lost cry. The moon silhouette over mountains It's the sample of its cycle so great is my new light but now I don't remember how sorrowful you new life is When I see to the gloomy sky soon a new day will come those next centuries will listen
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
As is the only dream to punish my fear God shall be forgotten at the top and he'll rule in the tears world and so, the plain, immutable and sacred reason is the maze to follow between the sad life's road and the sorrow to die... The nightblack it's the sign of a future encounter. I've been suffering for the true pity that phase that puts the infinite fog to the moon as if again the darkness calls to the last day. The nightblack it's the sign of a future encounter. I've been suffering for the true pity that phase that puts the infinite fog to the moon as if again the darkness calls to the last day. Disciples of occultus light have taken my soul and bloos when this journey that can be leaded by immortality... through the old, mystical and sacred veil of ancient dogma. Disciples of occultus light have taken my way and mirth or maybe my solitude in a bizarre proof of resurrection. Disciples of occultus light...on seeing them. ...To meet one's doom... The nightblack...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
He answers to the deeper grief of his blood and begin and to the challenges of our time which, in him has found his prophet, witness and creator When we all walk across the sea the misty waves summon us and maybe the astral emanation revive us because of what might happen in the infinite dream. "And so in the light...The same shadow is shining" "And so in the light...The same shadow is rising" Also the missing spirits are goods because of what their essence make 'em true There are no shadows without gleams or nights without moon, without phosphorescence and without stars.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026