Cosmic Genesis

Twilit visions reflowers my shackled mood It’s time to heal, to join the unearthly’s galanty show My spirit hungers for the night’s remedies Which breeds in the depths of Mother Nature’s wide womb Waiting for the augury, the fullmoon’s appearance Enchanting primary forces in the four elements. With the intension to unite micro and macrocosm On a quest in diffuse areas, physically afar I open the atlas to solitary spheres Thousand maps drawn with blood Subconsciously descending into the context of these archaic pergaments As the moon rises to release me Esteemed emotions The lunar aurora, the spirits productive grain Guide me into a landscape, astral and arcane I can feel (I can feel) the towering the mountain (the towering the mountain) As well as the abyss-like sea. In my veins (in my veins) the wildest river and every growing tree A visitor in a void with forest-capped fields Climbing the ladder of sagacity Touched by the vast starry sky’s nocturnal kiss The most passionate romance between lovers Observing, obeying, obtaining the absolute Leaving my physical host In the cave of dreams a courier I am Passing visions to the body The lunar aurora, the spirits productive grain Guide me into a landscape, astral and arcane I can feel (I can feel) the towering the mountain (the towering the mountain) As well as the abyss-like sea In my veins (in my veins) the wildest river and every growing tree A twilight child in twilight zones fated to find the key To unlock the soul from the fleshprison, striving endlessly

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

[Lyrics: Karl-Erik Forsslund, freely translated by Vintersorg] Algol, demon, capricious Your brightness shifts from day to day Rises, abates, intensifies again Sometimes triumphant and sparkling Sometimes pale and faint For a long time we’ve searched with wonder for the key To this mystery, the right element To your eager and changing, queer temperament Now we’ve dispersed the haze of the riddle: You’ve got a companion on your journey Like a slave, a faithful shadow he constantly follows you on the desolate path He circles and sneaks quiet around you... (closely) Never have we seen his guise Dark, parches, stiff and cold, but still we know he exists Like ashamed he hides behind you Free and merry you shine Until he once again crawls out of the darkness and covers you And your glare becomes pallid and dull And your mind cloudy Now we’ve dispersed the haze of the riddle: You’ve got a companion on your journey Like a slave, a faithful shadow he constantly follows you on the desolate path He circles and sneaks quiet around you... And similar there are many Algols wanders in the space Maybe even more among us on earth Sunlight spirits darkened by a shadow Young princes concealed by old slaves Double-souls, divided creatures A blissful son of the light indissolubly linked with a bitter dark demon Now we’ve dispersed the haze of the riddle: You’ve got a companion on your journey Like a slave, a faithful shadow he constantly follows you on the desolate path He circles and sneaks quiet around you... (closely)

Ardent star-shine upon my face The monumental night-sky reveal its torches Unaltered for aeons, yet zestful they’re flaming Like ornamental diamonds In my telescopes focus, a striding light conjure me fixedly Oh, what a colorful drama, what a theatrical performance These myriads of stars (oh...) enchants me with their oddity At cosmos entrance hall (oh...) where time and space units in a charade Under crimson flares I watch (oh...) the tempest of the universe In dark artistry (oh...) I lionize the splendorous glare An unearthly voice of euphony express itself in an ancient tongue Its elocution is based on silence So it pulsates through the five senses It’s like a poem of wisdom and wizardry navigating through the world A legacy from nebulas, an endless mystic conversation These myriads of stars (oh...) enchants me with their oddity At cosmos entrance hall (oh...) where time and space units in a charade Under crimson flares I watch (oh...) the tempest of the universe In dark artistry (oh...) I lionize the splendorous glare (Oh... oh...) (Oh... oh...) Now clouds (oh...) gather (oh...) at a distant skyline to cover the firmament Rays (oh...) are fading (oh...) in a metamorphosis of the blazing weave above These myriads of stars (oh...) enchants me with their oddity At cosmos entrance hall (oh...) where time and space units in a charade Under crimson flares I watch (oh...) the tempest of the universe In dark artistry (oh...) I lionize the splendorous glare 26 years (oh...) have past (oh...) since it first called my name And when I’m dead (oh...) this piece of jewelry (oh...) will still remain!

“Formulas of an ethereal intellect strayed through black and empty planes, into the auditorium of evolution. In devious ways magic came and created a spectra of fiery celestial bodies. Since then they’ve been a cynosure to ulterior worlds, beyond the fifth element.” The bodies are like a stratum of dust on a dark livid background Spherical architectures vomiting coronas The sacred hemispheres are the compass to eternity My notion is unison with its sidereal modesty Rise solar spirits in the caravan of supernovas Give me the palmist visual sensation I’m a newborn in this omnipotent laboratory Fulfilled with balance and harmony in a timeless nexus Cosmic genesis, galactic powers astir Cosmic genesis, as the magnitude expands Cosmic genesis, I watch the vista transform Cosmic genesis, blessed by the stellar wind Somehow it seems to be built on mathematics But it hides in the dress of obscurity Quantum questions rests – since dawn of chronology In the arms of the spiral galaxy... Cosmic genesis, galactic powers astir Cosmic genesis, as the magnitude expands Cosmic genesis, I watch the vista transform Cosmic genesis, blessed by the stellar wind Oh... ... Cosmic genesis, galactic powers astir Cosmic genesis, as the magnitude expands Cosmic genesis, I watch the vista transform Cosmic genesis, blessed by the stellar wind Blessed by the stellar wind Blessed by the stellar wind Blessed by the stellar wind!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

En daggvuren gryningshimmels disiga bud tjänar som arlaregnets segel. Till soleld begnistrar dess mantelskrud, och var droppe bildar en spegel. Som länkas mot en rymd i bågad ström, ett draperi som i bjärta kulörer sprakar. skänkt ifrån molnkaravaners purpurdröm, lika mystisk som modermörkrets drakar. Vad skedde om skapnaden blevo solid, en bro över svindeldjupa avgrunder? Förgrenad vid gallaxens gömda lid och stjärnhimlens brinnande lunder? Skulle vi gå längs bågen tunn som vattenreflexerna fogar? (mot jordens grund) Ösa vår visdom ur sagans brunn, försjunkna i kosmiska skogar? (i en euforisk blund) Prålande grann den tunna materian, genomstrålas. I solskensljus den funnit sin själ, I vattenrök sitt kärl. Väsenfylld, av vädrets makt förgylld, nyanser målas. Diffusa konturer mitt hjärta när och fyller ett fjärilslätt begär. Jag välkomnar dig, sjufärgade dynasti. Som lindrar min ångest, min inre elegi. Prålande grann den tunna materian, genomstrålas. I solskensljus den funnit sin själ, I vattenrök sitt kärl. Väsenfylld, av vädrets makt förgylld, nyanser målas. Diffusa konturer mitt hjärta när och fyller ett fjärilslätt begär.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

"A story about the memory artist Giordano Bruno" In the labyrinth of the mind! You built all memories on a framework of the zodiac and other known structures, every thought was linked to a special picture. You stigmatized their keenness and location on a deep and shrouded level. Remembering, controlling was the way to higher knowledge. “In the nature you saw the outlines of an universal intelligence, every process a reflecting mirror. Symbols meant to trigger the shadow of the ideas in the maze of recollection" A vortex of information reigned inside and found its way through the labyrinth of the mind. With self-hypnosis you put it in a dynamic pattern in the labyrinth of the mind. No physical laws were rooted in your system, everything was forces of thoughts and sensations which is streaming through man. Mist and rain, just a condition of unawareness and volcanos, a state of rage. A prophet in cosmology, like Copernicus you saw the stars as suns and a warrior who fought with intellectual swords with arrow-sharp words. “In the nature you saw the outlines of an universal intelligence, every process a reflecting mirror. Symbols meant to trigger the shadow of the ideas in the maze of recollection" A vortex of information reigned inside and found its way through the labyrinth of the mind. With self-hypnosis you put it in a dynamic pattern in the labyrinth of the mind. Remembering, controlling, a labyrinth of the mind! A vortex of information reigned inside and found its way through the labyrinth of the mind. With self-hypnosis you put it in a dynamic pattern in the labyrinth of the mind.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

There rides the rainbow demon On his horse of crimson fire Black shadows are following closely On the heels of his desire Riding on in the mist of morning No one dared to stand in his way Possessed by some distant calling Riding on through night and day Rainbow demon Pick up your heart and run Rainbow demon Lives for his sword and his gun Riding on in the mist of morning No one dared to stand in his way Possessed by some distant calling Riding on through night and day Rainbow demon Pick up your heart and run Rainbow demon Lives for his sword and his gun Rainbow demon Pick up your heart and run Rainbow demon Lives for his sword and his gun Rainbow demon Pick up your heart and run Rainbow demon Lives for his sword and his gun Rainbow demon Pick up your heart and run Rainbow demon Lives for his sword and his gun Rainbow demon

Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 08, 2025

En grottmyning gapar mörk och dyster I bergsidans stenstruktur Vid glimmerschiffrets lyster Min blick fästs vid dess arkitektur Där lurar urtidsmakter Viljekraften i en källrännil Som störtar ned mot djupa schakter Och sköljer ådrad spårfossil Vad helst min blick begrunnar blåser dess skönhet sinnet i svall Som en underjordisk måne kall Bländar en bergkristall Breda sprickors giriga munnar Är portaler till jordens märg Kringränd av malmrik färg En ateljé i dunkelt berg Längs trånga gångar mot djupets hjärta Under takens sköna gotik Som utsiras av metaller bjärta I bilder, fulländad estetik Droppstensskulpterade gestalter Skrinlagda i tryggt förvar Formade i hällars spalter Över rännilen spegelklar Naturens galleri Är likt en fantasi Och mystikens lustgård och boning Naturens galleri Vederkvickelsens trolska utopi Naturens galleri Är likt en fantasi Och mystikens lustgård och boning Naturens galleri Vederkvickelsens trolska utopi Vad helst min blick begrunnar blåser dess skönhet sinnet i svall Som en underjordisk måne kall Bländar en bergkristall Breda sprickors giriga munnar Är portaler till jordens märg Kringränd av malmrik färg En ateljé i dunkelt berg Naturens galleri Är likt en fantasi Och mystikens lustgård och boning Naturens galleri Vederkvickelsens trolska utopi Naturens galleri Är likt en fantasi Och mystikens lustgård och boning Naturens galleri Vederkvickelsens trolska utopi Naturens galleri Är likt en fantasi Och mystikens lustgård och boning Naturens galleri Vederkvickelsens trolska utopi Naturens galleri Är likt en fantasi Och mystikens lustgård och boning Naturens galleri Vederkvickelsens trolska utopi

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

From a far existence a phantom came To gibe and curse the mortal Abhorrent was its blear-eyed glance Which petrified everything, even the wind So, from which dimension did it travel? This metaphysical envoy Which breaks the logical symmetry And stand above our planetary puzzle All this is symptomatic for those Who’s been baptized in fire It is at least my thesis (So I want the spirit to speak) [The Spirit:] “In heaven I am a wild ox On earth I am a lion A jester from hell and the shadows almighty The scientist of darkness Older than the constellations The mysterious jinx and the error in heavens’ master plan” An amorphous energy spawned in a cataract of flames Invisible for our supervision Do we dare to open our minds and souls to even analyze it? Or should it rest in secrecy? All I know is that I can’t deny its licentious attraction (So I want the spirit to speak) [The Spirit:] “In heaven I am a wild ox On earth I am a lion A jester from hell and the shadows almighty The scientist of darkness Older than the constellations The mysterious jinx and the error in heavens’ master plan In heaven I am a wild ox On earth I am a lion A jester from hell and the shadows almighty The scientist of darkness Older than the constellations The mysterious jinx and the error in heavens’ master plan”

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025