Sub rosa in æternum

The moon is distant from the sea The stars no longer shine We embark into the unknown To see if anything's grown Either way new chapters unfold Yet to be told Ominous Latitudeless Once and evermore Prepare the soul for heresy Expand your inner self Transcend into another place Thine eyes impose on us

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Never on the outside Never even looking in You can't see the beauty Of the places where I've been But I can't even take you there You can't trust that fiery mare Lurking at the bottom At the bottom of the sea Shattered The bones begin to crack Shattered The smoke we see is black We're tainted, polluted Love of God Anointed, uprooted Love of God Take heed, tread lightly Do come but beware my Christ Stay aware now, shine brightly What we seek is highly priced You wouldn't think about tomorrow You wouldn't worry 'bout the rest Though it could make you humble After all it's just a test Shattered The bones begin to crack Shattered The smoke we see is black We're tainted, polluted Love of God Anointed, uprooted Love of God We're tainted, polluted Love of God Anointed, uprooted Love of God We're tainted, polluted Love of God Anointed, uprooted Love of God

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Echoes of the world we devour And spew it out into the fire Now let us wither away The curse and vivid endeavors Lead us now and forever It's like the fever in a dream It's just a sliver of time In the age of vivid ore Time reverberates forevermore Hours repeat the everlasting pace Time and the burning vivid ore Staring into a mirror untrue The reflection never follows The figuration that we drew Turning with a mechanical release Rotating now and forever Like the fever in our dreams It's just a fracture in time In the age of vivid ore Time reverberates forevermore Hours repeat the everlasting pace Time and the burning vivid ore Time, breed the age of vivid ore Time reverberates forevermore Hours repeats the everlasting pace Time, turn us now and forever In the age of vivid ore

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

It was just that golden time of the year I knew I heard your voice You requested me to follow That way we all must go I recalled the words you've written The last time you held the quill I wanted the winds to take me But something held my will I can feel you roam When the seeds are grown I hear you cry along To the reaping song You had left before the winter With the last of fallen leaves Our universe had splintered I could not blur the grief But when the birds fly south And apples fall from trees You're granting me a sprout Of times that used to be Within this time of year I can feel you near I hear you cry along To the reaping song It was the rising of the fall And again I heard your call Your presence would increase With the last October breeze You invited me your way This time I could not stay And in that golden time of the year I walked with you my dear Now the maples sigh And the birches cry When I sing along To the reaping song

And so it became in the year of our Lord 1327 Seven trumpets would sound with all their grace In the library the book that seems to be gone Shrouded mystery and death to whom it belongs A string of strange fatalities plagues the monastery grounds One by one, blinded by faith Blighted power Within their halls and crypts they still reminisce And in the light of day the struggle became their way to forget And to go on into beyond The sins of two lovers, religious shame In the shadows they would fall Indulging in the pleasures of the flesh They receive the ultimate call Whomever kills with their righteous intent May be the one that should repent Become sublime by holiness Or do oppress my heart Poison pages Blackened fingers and tongue Spiritual unease Beware this place The beast is among us Blighted power Within their halls and crypts they still reminisce And in the light of day the struggle became their way to forget And to go on into beyond With the aid of God their secrets are to be hidden Between the walls of the abbey they'll be held The countless gruesome deaths of the brethren echoes The Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit cries The remedy is in the poison Blighted power Within their halls and crypts they still reminisce And in the light of day the struggle became their way to forget And to go on into beyond

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025