below_the_holy_fatherlands
In a lost dark world beyond eternity
Where phantasm has its origin
Where the shadows hunt the light
And no god enforces might
Lies the sin, the painful sin.
F
dead_in_love
You dive into sleep
find roses under the door, they seem
to speak in trance of youth;
"femember who you swore to chose, girl..."
I am dead, dead in love
I am pale, p
the_atmosphere
Follow the raven to the edge of belief
Leave the thoughts of paradise in the seclusion of the mind.
Past and life so far behind
The walls that pass our way to mystery.
prologue
"Sometimes he knows his present being just a result of former voyages, journeys
odysseys to scenes revealing to him facilities of which existence he better
should not have heard of. T
my_repertory_of_grey
Rearing the look from the sun
I would never know the latest
day I woke up in the cold broke
that I promised, fading away, my light.
Tell me, my repertory, if this will las
medina’s_spell_(valley_of_the_seventh_mystique)
myth
For lifetimes pantomime
transformad into a parade of mountains
delivered from the golden doctrines
allowed the bleed...
...Bleed to MYTH.
of_sceptre_their_ashes_may_be
Hellchild, be awaken
time to remember the rules
the centuries bleed,
the masters are dead and gone...
Dance again this winternoght
past and present shell unite
black_literature
"Welcome to the reign of the ashes
Welcome to the hunt.
Welcome to the master's palace,
Welcome home, my son..."
A secret lies forbidden
I'm trapped in dismal though
pandemonium
"In an earlier age Pandemonium - the first city of hell -
stood on a lava mountain while lightning tore
the clouds above it and beacons burned on its walls
to summon the fallen
fatehistory
"The Apocryfal Wisdom Of An Allegorical Apocalypse"
[The prophet:] Many martyrs have fallen since I passed this way...
[The truth:] Many skies have bled.
[The profet:] Ma
beyond_the_dragon’s_eye
father_legatus_ _of_symbols,_nature_and_birth
inside_the_sunburnt_thought_of_frost
The deed is not the sin but the thought.
Slide in the aesthetics of the tempting white
Trapped beneath the laughter, insanity in disguise.
Eyes controlling hands craving
mechanismeffects
I gave you to my desert
'said ya' might be lost but not alone
I sold you to me prototype
propensity to scorn is mine to show, guess what?!
Move, spoof, overweight heat out
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