One day I stood with my back to the wind. And the rain fell down. Raised my fist to the cobalt sky. And called to the Gods. ... Where are you?. . I stood in the stream with cold clear water.
I lost my self, in those streets. A passenger of foreign tongue. The sun sets, in the same language. And rises just the same. . There was no grand design.
From the north to the south. From the east to the west. All that waits for me is the grave. I have been where my brothers lay fallen. And my kind are as slaves.
Our young hearts are born with grief. And we have paid the penalty of truth. A season, of our stolen youth. Shall teach old hearts to break. . It feels like I've been here before.
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit. His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands. Skin as leather, burnt by the sun. This world is not for him, this world is not for you nor I.
I am the eye of the storm. Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees. I've realized my dark dreams, father. I have become I spread my seed. . Have I not brought you to these ends.
Moonlight bathes my heart. The birds sing my serenade. The trees are whispering my. Name... my name. . Dark romanticism, of a. Kind seen no more.... Lament my name when I am.
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me,. and I have followed the source of rivers towards their. source or plunged into forests, always making for other.
Funeral winds... caress the flame. The naked fire that soothes my flesh. In darkness I can ask for little more. . Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead.
You... gave me strenght to carry on. You... pass all wordly troubles unto me. You... gave my time meaning. You... left your sorrow for my soul. . I love you.
Bring the women. and children before me. Let us make rivers of their blood. Bleed for me...I wish it so. and streams shall meet such rivers. and seaward they shall flow.
Beneath the Bronze sky. a Horizon in Flame. The Oceans Boil. The Earth heaves. ...and seethes. there is a new Sun rising. that has not Risen for. Thousands of years.
Drifting in dreams of memory past. To pray to never wake. Or return to spiritless cages. That held me once before. So mant seasons I've seen. A heart as winter's cold....
Dawn's cold passion filters through the trees. In darkness I showed you ecstacy. In darkness I took you from this world. Light shall never fall upon your face again.
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black. I drew down the veil, I wanted her back. I am at one with what never lived. I'll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give....
What am I but a thorn in your side?. Frost in summer, to chill your heart. A drifting memory of autumn decay. A shadowed soul in a fetter of light. . An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one.
I have one desire let it be, a pestilence upon your lands. A plague upon all your houses, it is my wish. To enslave all your people, the soil enriched with their blood.
For those who may Rise. As a Phoenix from the Ashes. For those who may Devour. The Fruits of Knowledge. For those who coil. Serpent like, with cyclical Grace.
Seems we are to live our final days. Far from the dwellings of men. As flowing tides and shifting sands. Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man. . In sorrow we fly from our loved ones.