Spring

Silenced and pale, spring has lashed upon the streets.

Putrid nothingness vibrates in sun’s tempest.

Raw fleshes of nymphs the forgotten desires infest.

Illusions of skies create sapphirine and turquoise amulets.

Necromantic raised are the phantoms under a shower of comets.

Gruesome paths lay deserted and bow to the unholy crest.

Bone chilling shadows gloom over the eerie land,

The white cloak of winter melts revealing souls of sand,

Mists of dreadful jade in the green whispers haze the brand,

Echoes of wounded corpses embellish the air with howling sleets,

As fiends roam and lacerate the backstreets…

Silenced and pale, spring has lashed upon the streets.

Void’s embryo springs from veins of dawning epochs –

Mutants devour the mighty aurochs,

Here come to sacrifice the hideous Molochs.

Vampires ravage vanity from East to West,

The goddess Akasha will be honorable guest…

Putrid nothingness vibrates in sun’s tempest!

In viscous flow of old and new

The muses were disenthralled and the mortals slew;

Fuscous ravens had the parchment of destiny’s renew

The untamed paths where the universe was under curfew.

Under the rotten passions all received blasphemous blest

Raw fleshes of nymphs the forgotten desires infest;

Azure tranquility shivers in petrified sunsets.

The rusted metal arms were piercing brick parapets.

Blind mirrors hear shapes of opened caskets.

Unfolded epitaphs cremate words of prophets.

The gray matter is flooded with ashes of sonnets.

Illusions of skies create sapphirine and turquoise amulets.

The bliss of the decaying canvas is enshrouding the vision…

The cemetery appears in devilish fusion;

The frightful apparition of an unearthly mausoleum oozes a macabre emulsion;

The morbid moonlight vanishes beyond marble graves in a creepy immersion;

Gory nightmares enchant the thrilling tombstones in cadaveric duets;

Necromantic raised are the phantoms under a shower of comets.

Under the sun’s shadow you haunt fiends loyal to the tainted quill,

The afterlife sends fallen angels to oblivion to become sinful ill.

And you raise thy armies in otherworldly conquests of a new movement – still.

The dryads lost their way and the song is shrill;

In liquid burlesque of the muse, glyphs of chimeras distill.

Gruesome paths lay deserted and bow to the unholy crest.

Gruesome paths lay deserted and bow to the unholy crest.

Necromantic raised are the phantoms under a shower of comets.

Illusions of skies create sapphirine and turquoise amulets.

Raw fleshes of nymphs the forgotten desires infest.

Putrid nothingness vibrates in sun’s tempest.

Silenced and pale, spring has lashed upon the streets.