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The moaning comes from upstairs
I hear them, as if
Upon the threshold of awakening
Ebony tides sweep me away again
Not waving, but drowning
Skyward glance through eyes sinking beneath the surface
Spiraling through indistinct memories
Meanings lost in the primal depths

Stone pillars crumble at the feet of iconoclasts
Accursed omen of the coming extinction
Dust billows above, blotting out the last arcs of sunlight
Shadows negate all; windswept death descends
A thousand nights of plagued slumber to come
That we may transcend all pain into the darkest depths of unreality
The great destruction lies in wait; visions have prophesized
What shall stir from the burning rubble

Burned into the tattered tapestry of the foreboding sky,
Are faded traces of forgotten sunlight;
As the fragments of ashes rain,
Scattered over the vast distance
That separates contentment from isolation.
Futility is absolute, and alone and misguided are those
Who would tread this mire; so cold and deep.

Eternity has no bottom
It is the breath of a dying sun
Exhaling its icy last gasp
Above the pillars of the dark corruption.
Hanging low in the vast nothingness,
Symbol of destiny - mirror of the ages
Eternity is an illusion
Burning quickly away into molecular shadow

Exhorted by psalms and canticles
These monuments of a crude form of grey shimmer
A Tumult in heaven, the anthems of ecstasy and fear
confuse to seek a less doomed abode
Why should I witness this?
A muted creation taken into a somber and glacial twilight
as ash and dust which held the earth in thrall now lost...
Across the putrid moat

Woeful wraith, obscured in veils of stalking night
Once again, reliving the final fragments of a bygone dream
Too long, you have languished in this desolate place
Perdition of your soul, suffer now forevermore
With a glance that turned my heart'- blood to frost
She descended each stair with unearthly grace

The dust-ridden scent of abandoned tombs, like perfume

I have come; the dominant one
Virulent, I am the influence unnoticed
Antiquity is my strenght; I shall cast upon the world my solitary message.
I will diminish those centuries and persecute those with quiet desperation...

They shall call me the "Great Morality"; a stain upon time.
Lugubrious, unforgiving; a terribleness that I bare for all age.
The crossing shall cease by only the shadows of my completed undertaking.

A majestic sight of everlasting reign
Behold the rise of December's frozen kingdom
Reddest of the skies welcome the angel of sorrow
the tower chimes the centuries end
I awaken to the eclipse of the blackest nights moon
Come forth winters orchestral winds
I am weakened by blizzards of sadness and chilling forgotten Eves

Once again, this odious sunlight falls upon my face
As I awaken to the sun's uncaring glance
Must I suffer through this endless procession
of bleakest hours
Sinking deeper beneath the weight of depression
Faces loom just beyond my vision
Empty eyes full of contempt and fear
Is this dream or reality

I saw the world descend beneath a black pall breathing, seething
The unanimated now alive in murky, abstract horror
Upon the casket, lying in ruin upon its side
The writhing abyss obscene in the burning lamp's ghostly light
Stretching into infinity; the open lid reveals a view into the depths of internal hell
Petrified by visions in this hypnotic interlude
For I am the deceased, within the crawling skin and sightless eyes as cold as death
Demons silently extract my sanity

Withering inside
Within these final moments
Torn from my feeble gaze
Are the visions of what were to be
A merciless chill within these incessant winds
Embraces this already blackened spirit
Cursed, and lost in it's own aridity
Loathing, and shattered by disbelief

Born to darkness, the woods foreve stand among the gathering.
Upon his eyes the last of the sun's glow.
Ascend the candlelit path to where the gift of life is given.
Beyond all dream is his ignorance to a serene past.

Upon his will you will sleep to an endless dusk.
The howls' of an evening's plague of sorrow rides the land in a strom's mist.
Glaring in hope to witness the breath of a new dawn.

Through funeral mists, dissonant chant surrounds
Aura of impurity obscured
Cimmerian shadows cast by moonlit skies
Seek solace amid the withered boughs
Winter shrouds the land in twilight frost
Alone to wander the darkened path.....

"With sheets of fog spaced in horrib

"В объятиях чумы, сгорая"

Там, где за каждым зверем движется молчание,
Под ними расположена вся ярость их болезни.
Пощады нет, нет жалости, больного света ветер разметал песчинки.
Прощайте, птицы неба и зелёные луга...

По ту сторону красот мира они мечтают на берегах лета,

White noise
Then darkness
The awful darkness...
Rites of burial are spoken
Before the last descent
Down...beneath the realm of the living,
Deadened eyes
Extinguished dreams

A soundless realm, an unforgiving place where time seems endless.
Its creation concealed; its myth an unparalleled wonder.
Light cannot escape the sole purpose of ultimate obliteration.
Bending, swirling; a senseless storm which has no rival.
Shown as the bereavement of gods, the foundation of matter shall crack.
Worlds shall never go unscathed within its fabric of unrelenting punishment.

Mankind's burden to bear within the age to bring hell upon heaven

Somber shadows mourn the dawn of autumn
Within the forest of eternal grievance
Its twisted and withered trees stand lifeless and barren
Cloaking this ancient burial ground in spectral gloom

Lamentations of the dead
Echo through this desolate twilight

Darkest are the forgotten valley's where
Ancient forms gather amid the swirling winds...
Their presence felt only within the coldest depths
of the soul, plagued with fearful belief...
The moon casts an eerie glow revealing the vast
desolation where a mighty kingdom once ruled in darkness...
Tragedy has befallen these spirits
Revealed is the truth, all is forever lost

The tolling of cathedral bells
Aloft in the still black chamber
Calling forth the faithful
From lives of wretchedness
They rise in acquiescence
To the temples anguished chime
Searching for their sins atonement
And be spared the eternal fires

Thoughts migrate nowhere, sullen birds of prey
Swallowed by jet black dreams of death in foul slumber
A world beyond affliction;
When the calling lulls us into our infinite beds
And the droning pulse of nihilism mocks us
From across lightless fissures of consciousness.
Writhing...Burning
Alive only to host the Stygian torment

"Успокоение"

В пролетающие мгновения, уносимые в последние объятия смерти
По сумрачному коридору чистейшего забвения
Погружённый в море бесконечного мрака,
Чтобы ощущать небытие... слышать его... в тысячах вечностях.

Под сенью тишины мечтаем ли о жизни?

"There was no life , no light... A brooding night enveloped all...
Over which darkness and silence reigned supreme"

Gaze into the astral depths
The advent of endlessness
The ill-fated winds of sinister praise
like echoed shrieks as darkness reigns...

"Склоняясь к крайней ненависти"

Чувствую страх и ужас, невозможно различить то, что я вижу перед собой...
Непреклонность – это аура, густые полосы тумана и ливней беспокойства град.
Я и моя душа больше не можем от этого отрекаться.
Ненависть омывает меня с ног до головы.
И теперь я должен расплатиться этим чувством, ведь жизнь – это страдание, и смерть принадлежит тебе.

I watched...
From mountains of spirit,
Where gods claim the universe.
I watched...
As life lingered in sordid desperation.
My hidden, true form
Became a mask of solitude
A prodigal reflection

Alone, rational thoughts submerged by the fear
Dark, only faint visions of the cruelty appear
In sporadic tone, the composition of beauty turned grim and cold...
Once again, I must face the horrors of regret
Antiquity arrives before it is welcomed
Only to leave behind an empty shell of dilirium.
Waiting only prolongs the wanting
Living only prolongs the arriving

Sleep in peace; dissolve while liest in your cold dust. Sleep amid your dark and dead, awake only to your common urn. All have fled to their "creators" throne...hopeful delights only to shine and burn. I despise your worthless world. Widle from a born-faithless belief. Your pathetic, imaginary world of pleasures, of false hopes drenched in a sea of lies. Do you hear those screams wholly inanimate! Now the spirit, not your dust, weans the heart of conscious or night. Will you find your hell in thee?

Entangled in fury, it is prolonged beyond all explanation.
Terrified by the veiled strife that torments the thoughtless mind,
All consequence flows through these veins; I will not repent, but destroy.
Derision of the innocent, sparing of the soul.
It only matters when tragedy grips the self, my morning will never come.
The dim reality is slowing killing me.
The subtle art of transcendence shattered in cold blood, never forget the pain inside.
Arise to the still air, the piercing cold; the diminishing flame that calms the black stream.

Allured from unhallowed realms
The most guileful of luminosity
A macabre dance that speaks of imminent death
To which, now, I gaze in awe and silently sigh
In guilt I draw ever so close as the eyes
of twilight dissolve in the descending heavens
Souls torn by envy and grief
Forever to reach out beyond the black stone

I wait in sorrow
On a Grey colored floor
Begging for a darker emotion
To overtake what is not yet black
I'm slowly crawling to my own end (just to be with you)
Calling out to the mist that covers
your presence (but I can feel you near)
Touching with my thoughts

Open wide and tell me your tales.
Of secrecy found within wisdom but no man shall learn.
Leaving your pale dying legs frowning upon fragments of life.
Ages on ages have passed over,some have fallen for you.
Poured from the throat,need I ask to be perverse?
Untouched by heart,hand or sight. This crown if for her.

Awake from sleep...frightening. Awake to life...faithless.