- Cave Dwellers
Too fast and bloody was our progression with the cross
We will poison ourselves with our decline thoughs
And no moral evolution could catch up with us
You know what i mean: psalms of penetrated palms
CAVE DWELLERS! Where's your LIGHT?
They gave you a fete, so can visit the graveyards
Debtors to the truth in the kingdom of crooked mirrors
There is no spine in bodies
- Crisis Intervention
So, we are doing to turn our hope off
Coz tonight is the night of the dying chance
Psychotic waltz of terrified thoughts
No, don't want to hear anything...
And all you hear is silence
And permanent silence is violence
No, i don't to feed words which have to be forgotten
Coz tonight is the night of the dying chance
- Deceptive Companion
What was there?
Did you see the phantoms of the past?
When all your knowledge was burning so fast...
Have you been? Or have you seen?
All your weakness was gently foreseen
Don't demonstrate hate for corruted fate
Weak and old, stoned and cold
Eclipsed lost wisdom by hate... of corrupted fate
- In Multam Noctem - Nocturnal Blackness
You have the wings, which rain can't drench
and still they are trembling beneath the touches of stars
In the massive chords of insane sounds
you are speaking to god, who doesn't see you
Alone with your pain under guard-sheath of the night
Joined by mysterious singing of nocturnal birds
- Lunacy Cheating
You wan'da step into my world
It's a sociopsychotic state of bliss
You've been delayed in the real world
How many times have you hit and missed?
You cat-scan shows disfiguration
I wanna laugh myself to death
with a misfired synapse
with a bent configuration
- Lunar Spell
Abused by lunar delirium
I rise along the marbled stairs
Smelling heavy breath of must
I know I am not in the realm of dreams
What leads my steps into these scenes ?
The creech of massive oaken doors and
- Maws
Everyday my mind flies bottomless
Merciless abyss, my silent mentor
Tormented brain loaded by emptiness
Can't choose the pessimum which I will enter
...and honourable intentions of humanistic dream
Drown in primordial sin...
Here in the depths, dragged into diverted direction
On the chasm beds, flesh and blood without circulation
- NAVb - Carpathian Sonnet of the Dead
Solidified clay deceived by faint light of day
Across trees flew short dusk without flame
Today the frost drains marl drunken by rains
Doused will be land tortured by winds
Embrace of mist overflowing the sticks
Eagerly awaits on repulsive gravestones
Under funeral ground is bore nocturnal fear
- Palliative Theories
The neon alight preaches the night
The daily noise loses the battle with silence again
On the DEATHBED there remains little
But tears, memories relieving the PAIN
The images of dying are taboo
So unlike, forlorn... individual
DEATH IMAGE IS HAUNTING
'till someone comes to help
- Reality Architects
Lies, manipulation, deceit
A cruel form of fictitious reality
Only increased interest in the given things
Leads to awakening and discloses the fallacy
We are forced by some to think
The only truth-seekers are religious freaks
But those underlie pulsing filth of this world!
They were brought by those
- Somnium Veils
Twitch more time, fall asleeps
Sediments of feelings soaked through dreams
Oh, I will repress this world barely odious
And yet so trifling as the dirt under my nails
Oh, I will repress this hatred world hardly more odious
As smuts and ashes
Tragedies of living... as they penetrate my brain
Oh, once again
- Spiritual Obscure Mysteries
In the times of ancient prophecies
when the taught found its tangibility
The eternal tale, beautiful in darkness,
born in the dusk begun
On the wings of storm, in the dark clear night
the land is trembling, bird of prey yells
Neigh of horses savaged by abhorrence
- The Forest Below the Midnight Shadow
I fear the light, I was always loving night
thus don't douse the stars for the piece of morning
Dark night-the muse of my words
I walk through the sombre forest with her, robed in silence
To pass the land of woods, where moon touches cold stones with his lips
Where whir of water is heard, that shriek which springs from decaying rocks
Words cannot represent what thought looses