7 ian. 2009


Archives Of An Enchanted Philosophy The Surreal Touch Between Steel And Flesh Gowns of fiendish beauty - decaying, curved sharp nails Prince of evil's hags - hovering on thin air Circle the ancient - caulderon of summoning Mumbling the infinite dark hex "Goat-headed father, raven on left, wolf at your right Asmodeus & Zabulon" Into our lungs we will inhale this night The battle - cry of men The screams in the living woods It echoes in the valley Yet the darkness remains mute The surreal touch between steel & flesh Invoked, between them, a tragedy of odour & liquids A harmony conceived by drops of tears & blood The outcome of the spell It weaves a cloak of darkness Which will harvest the new leader The sweet whispers of betrayal The night is drenched in mist and in the smell of battlefield The ice cracks open from the dazzling smell of agony His tragedy - the fire will burn forever in his veins The wounds of flesh & soul will leave the - melancholic stains Crippled, yet alive - stay you to be the teacher of the arts "We condemn you to eternal enmity"! With heavy armour and two-handed swords The summoned fury of spelled - blinded hordes As if it is in slow motion - sky as earth Trembling under the hooves The outcome of the spell It weaves a cloak of darkness Which will harvest the new leader The sweet whispers of betrayal __________ Lure My Spelled Emotions "As the streaks of fog & dust fade A sight of grey ashes & soft limbs cut The cold steel weapon, bleeding the emotion Is the weight of pain on an old heart" Sour blood streams freshly from my caged soul The strange apathy of the sky - shameless to weep How was I betrayed - my faith was so pure The hate I resent - stalking blasphemy may be the cure From falling steep - a broken man in guilt To become fulfilled - from the vows to the dark needs The winter strips the human shell from it's virginity The winter grows & nourishes towards a dark - melancholy The castle of trust & faith crumbles, and creates the path The path on which will lead him from the relic of the past Oh, god of harmony & filth How the fresh air creates music Blister, bitterness they ask The witches have done their task To seize an emotion and then, to cage it in your palm Vexatiously trespass and pull it out of my poor, vulnerable heart That material, which emotions are made of Replenish that morose void with repertoires of treason "I anoint thee to scar the spring" I caress the exact spot, which I once assaulted I can feel those crooked lanes which force a mountain to bleed To fly & crow a curse on places never seen I hope, I beg, I crave for a raven's twisted dream From falling steep - a broken man in guilt To become fulfilled - from the vows to the dark needs __________ Wading Through Sensuous Journeys Deep, in the midst of a frozen forest Winds enhance the nights exquisite colour On a wooden throne of thousands of carved nightmares Sits an obscure grim figure, yet with a salient paleness "Was your task fruitful", a dry voice inquires, "Have you created what was agreed upon"? "Yes we have, oh dark master, to the unholy Heritage he is, now, drawn" "Leave me at once - begone - fetch him, For a new era shall be born" Come walk towards our alluring trinity Free your bewildered senses & memories Entangle with our bodies, grasp our quivering breasts Taste & indulge on our salty, wet flesh. Our liquid of desire turns your dry lips moist Melt in our seduction, forget your painful loss Merge with our beings, as you're wrapped in treachery Our beguiling quilt of wrath wiles your fragile will to live Take a step into our hellish blaze Let this bewitching serum - poison your veins Now, follow our malice to your new destination Purge yourself to this renewal of creation "This weather of tantalized intentions Will fertile our malicious plots & schemes Hark, witches of emotional - decay, Harbor our chosen one - in my domain" Dead frozen boughs - break in pain As these four strange - images walk through the forest plains Through the trees, and through the sinuous paths Strolls this company - the odour of evil left behind Sensuality pours like a fresh mountain-spring Evil's voluptuousness fills the forest's hollow seeds Observe the powerful magic which thrives between the leaves Kneel and may you turn to be the new symbol of our breed "You are the chosen one from all mankind To be my messanger, to be my right-hand You shall be my mouth to speak Which I haven't dared for thousands of years" I am but a poor lonely shade Raped, deprived, stripped of everything I've - ever made Anointed to bring upon man, plant or breast This new tide to be released This is my destiny We'll ride the twilight-shores of mysteries An aura weaved from the ethics of our mythology Weary, foamy, waves crash in harmony Silent signs before the grand-storming These ancient spheres - me, they will cleanse For the final test To overcome the final obstacle To bring this world to rest... __________ When A Witch Becomes A Pale Bride Muster scarce trails to pursue the final tales I might appeal once quizzed, tested & feeled Oh, these cuts-cut-open and observed Though barely alive - cautiously preserved Molested are my cries Dispersed like transparent rime Yet strangely I see trees Which assail with stabbing scenes Thus maladies & their remedies mix So violently they create loathsome tricks Labyrinth of angles - so twisted Shape & form the inevitable Through the hexen's mind Through the sharpness of her nails Into her grim thoughts he now sails Lame and sterile pain Becomes now the most desirable pain Washed to a pond of tears Emptied to a valley of the gifted fears Goblets of wisdom dried When a witch becomes a pale bride To the raving beauty of a doubt A garland - old & worn-out "Here lies he who never lyed Whose skill so often hath been tryed Their prophecies shall still survive And ever keep their name alive" __________ Diaries Of Primeval Tragedies Angry are the clouds which anesthetize Former besetting episodes of assertive pain An overwhelming blend of harmonious mirth & awe Proclaims with much pride - dawn's out bursting rage Cometh ye all astounded faces I plea to thee - hear me now or nevermore Poor puzzled pieces of human wreckage Your wounds of heart & soul may heal - when shared Surround me with your precious presence My only request for now - is your dearest patience Cull the words which portray your might From miserable tiny pebbles - to stones of awesome sights From rotting pallets filled with mold & mice From grey hidden corners contaminated by the diseases of the soul which dies Red shiny ink spills our luxuriant opera on - yellow dusty pages Bathe with sweet nectar flowing from - aching mind-cages Looking back - glaring at life All these years of death - from Christs murderous knife The drought which, bit by bit, gnawed our pride Insulting holy lies which poisoned meadows of the true dark-guide Absorb with joy - the sweet new blood Filling every heart-beat and instincts - slumber yet starved Find me your poets, bring forth your bards Let them sing kisses of evil to other world-parts I can hear the owl recite Diaries of primeval tragedies which confide Truth & knowledge of matters we must tend In theaters of witchcraft - we pretend The craving of dreams to form the prophecy Open vein-shaped roads resembling our complex-conspiracy The rythem of the march excite to tears in our eyes Don't other dare bark towards us - lest we rid them like flies See my trembling cut open fingers They remind me of the incredible secret which still lingers Free yourself from all those lies which are told so often For now our referendoms web - is catiously woven Follow that trail left by the witches - most dark & pale Embellish poetry in veins to breed Together to submerge & sublimely - bleed Restless retch anchors of holy clay And gather triumphs to harvest in the golden fields of may __________ To Begin The Quest Towards The Noble Dark Cause Crushing the symbol of the bastard The legions of the unholy horde Creating this pagan feeling For us the sun is thy moon We will cross the sea Destroying his cursed spree We'll create a new humanity Our demonic, five cornered star Is high raised for our integrity Tranquillity, silence & peace From this day on will cease "As high as the mountains are So dark is the quest" History will recreate itself The force of our crusade - unleashed Christianity - beheaded, gutted The blood soaking sour, dry fields Set our blasphemous fires through Christendom Crushing the symbol of the bastard The legions of the unholy horde Creating this pagan feeling For us the sun is thy moon We will cross the sea Destroying his cursed spree We'll create a new humanity I am the one who struck layers of plagues Which ravaged the pure and the faithful "Job" I am the ambiguous riddle in thousands of Manuscripts & scrolls - spoken of by many, solved by none You all, are the reflections of the sallowness Of my own thoughts - soaked in craftiness, Yet frightened from the gravely cost Force - fed neglect of the darkened Skills & arts of which virtue was stung And kept, secretly, In hidden corners of our hearts Brothers, sisters, let us not blame Ourselves, let us not be ashamed of what We have become To take what rightfully was ours To start our mighty saga from the point humanity was paused To learn the lessons of the craft To begin the quest towards the noble dark - cause

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