8 ian. 2009

FORN VALDYRHEIM

Reminisce Eternity Across The Icy Fogs And Mists Through cold dark mists I approach the shores, within my vessel, riding the freezing waters flowing from Hvergelmir. Like nightmares of darkness it haunts the lowly souls of this forsaken abode. All within the grasp of death, devoid of departure and against all will, Gjoll imprisons all inside. Of ice, and snow, the realm of death, from the roots lay in ashes. Within the realm of Niflheim the journey nears its end. In a world where darkness clutches it will be only death that prevails. For now I have reached the shores I draw my sword, I'm prepared for war. I come to put to sleep an awakening world. I am the embodiment of the frozen wind. __________ Beyond The Gate A full moon shrouded in mist, a raven cries from the distance, the wolves howl as if to warn of what lies beyond the gate. A bleak forest, the night is still, as if frozen in this moment of time. Though still waking is the night, I am caught within its gaze. I saw gleams of light through the cracks. Yet I near, and I feel, an eternity under moonlight ruled from winter's throne. And the choirs of evil, with the shadows of the night, from beyond the gate they laugh. I shall continue across the black hills onwards to the gate, it's the night spirit that calls. At the gate, now I stand with nothing but a tainted soul. I sense a presence of the night that lies beyond the gate. The wolves gather as if to hunt, mortal souls lament in pain, yet I still long to join those on the other side of night. And devoid of light, the wind whispers my name. For in the end of time I will not be free. __________ Transient Ascendance Wanderer: O' what be of my existence in this realm of the night? What be of my time in this plain of nothingness? Am I beyond death? Where have I transcended? What boils in this cauldron of ambiguity? Thirteen stars glimmer on the horizon, are they a guidance for my soul? Or just a distraction within this void? A forest of obscurity lures me from my calling. Forever, bereft, I forge my sigil of the night. The Night: Hear me, wanderer. Thou have entered my realm, my dominion. Here, accompanied by the stars, the night rules over the mortal existence. Wanderer: I feel the essence that is four in number, an image of horns burns in my visions. Emerging from the shadows I feel a presence of death and antiquity. A thunderous roar of ancient storms grows as darken shapes transform. Is this what it is I seek? Is this my calling from the other side of night? Astral Entity: Doth thou wish my time? Doth one bare the black seal? I am the one of burnt embers, I am beyond the Night of Time. Wanderer: How did I find myself beyond this world, mighty Lord of the Hunters? Why is it that I can no longer hear the wolves? Astral Entity: Beyond the gate thou has come to me, beyond the mountains, into the night. Wanderer: This is the realm I seek forever more. Astral Entity: Though mighty am I, bearer of strength. Wanderer: Will my journey end in this maelstrom of time? Astral Entity: Your destiny is engraved in a cryptic storm. Wanderer: It is I who taints the night. I long to be the ascendant of time. Wanderer: And I rise above the continual winds, beyond the concept of space and time. And I look beyond the stars and far beyond the seventh gate. In the midst of the eternal forest my essence of this existence is now benighted. Astral Entity: O' heed to me, hear my calling. One must know the calling of the signs to open the gate, to ascend into time... to evolve into the glorious night. __________ Through The Reflection Of Time The longer I Gaze into my reflection the more I see it looking back. Dark eyes that pierce my soul and impale its formlessness to a great darkness beyond. And further it reaches to an abyss of darkness. The mirror is shattered, it reflects the broken pieces of my soul. Through broken thoughts I know that this is where the kingdom lies The spirits tell me that my soul is not broken... it has been rearranged so that it may reach the kingdom of the twilight gods. Through the darkness a luminous glow fades into view. A derangement of the senses, clouding of my mind. My sight sees so far it can hear, my thoughts speak so loud they’re not me. Spirits guide the way through the illusory path. Shades of green illuminate the way. If I cease to believe in the strength of the spell the path will be gone and I will fall. The path cannot be walked with clear thoughts. Madness screams through frostbitten woods, through the reflection of time. Ahh... I see the way, through the portal to the twilight gods... through frostbitten woods, through the reflection of time. And onward, the glow becomes a forest. Here the path is unclear. Then in my sight sits a god. He stands entranced before me as a light that guides me. But everywhere I turn he is there. With every step forward He appears just before me. As I continue to gaze at the image, I find I am looking into the moon, and then a voice enters my soul, "Take a step in any direction, it will always lead to the kingdom. The Kingdom is one and always, but the path towards will always change." Ahh... enshadowed, the kingdom is in my reach. Ahh... their voices are my thoughts. My sight sees so far it can hear. My thoughts speak so loud they’re not me. Stormwinds howl and blow spirits through my soul as I break through the tapestries of space. Casting inward magic to reach the eternal kingdom. And further my reflection stares back, reaching beyond, through eternities of time I can see it looking into me as it realises itself through ill-omened eyes. I find myself on the brick laid circle of the pentagram. The archangels stand at corners, "choose whichever path, it will always lead to the eternal kingdom. We stand at the five corners of your mind. Beyond is the void, inside lies the kingdom." But to travel whichever path is eternal? "To travel any path is to never stand still." The archangels guard five stairways, I choose to walk them all. I am split into five. Screaming down eternal runs through the waters of emotion. Flying East towards the Spirit god runs tapestries of dreams, broken away from thought. Towards the howling wind are shrills of memories forgotten. They speak of life gone past and life that always will. The guardian of earth darkens the way northwest with his staff of eternal magic. The stairs are hard and form is broken and is rebuilt over and over again. I am one, I am many, I bear witness, I observe, I change, I remain, I am the stone and I stand upon it. The other is unbroken force. Streaming currents flow through the veins of the stairway. Rapid is the flow. All lead down into darkness forever unknown. All are eternal. The breaking of my soul. Breaking through the tapestries of broken unburdened space. Floating through the centuries of eternal dreams of thoughts and feeling memoriam streaming past the opal stones that glisten the nightshade palatial ether. And further on I see myself divided more and more. The five each break in eight to colour the tapestry of time with dark shades of languid thoughts. And forever on it seems I stand witness as my reflection gazes into me. Reaching further inward to my soul as it searches for the kingdom of the twilight gods. __________ On The Winds Of Eternity I rise into the night. Embrace me, the glorious night. I rise into eternity, take me upon your winds. Winds and storms, behold. Witness the powers I possess. Benighted in my dreams, from the night to the betrayer. And to the monolith of forever, take me under your wings. As I ride from an age of old I see into eternity in which I go. And on the eternal tide I sail forever...

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