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sâmbătă, 2 iulie 2016

Immortal cycles



End of beginning
Primal screams of undead fleshes
Immortal cycles

Liquefied and frozen nothingness
Ghastly chimeras in mortal mists
Chaotic times on ethereal parchments
Ghastly chimeras in mortal mists

Unearthly macabre vanishes in blood
Phantasms resurrect as eerie owls
Liquefied and frozen nothingness
Twilights the dreadful darkness in gore

Mysterious moonlight enshrouds all
Entombing souls is shadowy screams
Ghastly chimeras in mortal mists
Liquefied and frozen nothingness

Immortal cycles
Ghoulish specter at midnight
Beginning at end

Decayed fantasy lacerates light
And fallen angels devour thy corpse
Heathen cathedral baptizes ravens
And fallen angels devour thy corpse

Your morbid lips shackled to ruins of veins
Ravenously open the abyss
Decayed fantasy lacerates light
By cadaveric charms of passions

Flawless beast is the pagan goddess
To whom I pledge my unholy soul
Forevermore in shadows descended
Decayed fantasy lacerates light
And fallen angels devour thy corpse

Beginning and end
Tombs of immortal cycles
End and beginning

vineri, 5 februarie 2016

Mirrors of darkness



From the nightmarish canvas are lacerated
Two black mirrors framed in putrid fleshes.
Winter weeps for its own extinction
And its morbid reflection of reckoning
Is shackled in two black mirrors framed in putrid fleshes…

In the barren necropolis, in a viscous flow,
The darkness ruinously descends
And the tenebrous muse unleashes her feline tongue
Delivering the void of the obscure runes, with her opiating fragrance…
Primeval reflection!

I foretell the muse’s devouring concealed beyond the opaque eternity…

Forsaken is time, a last gasp with sickened gaze,
Furies, hidden in the fog, lacerate the nightmarish canvas.
And the muse’s shadows frozen the pitch black Styx
Into a morbid reflection of reckoning
Upon the cadaveric winter –
Haunting reflection!

I foretell the muse’s devouring concealed beyond the opaque eternity…

Abyssal deep I enter the wretched reflection of reckoning
And upon the heathen altar – the midnight marble carved in sinful taints –
I relinquish my sepulchral soul,
Festering breathless,
Laying upon her the thorny mystic roses, somber and eerie ceremony,
Impish reflection! The muse and me!

Twilight… Night! The apocalyptic moonlight sonata from a blackish piano!
The weeping wraiths are slain by sinister ravens.
Enthroned in the barren necropolis
The Gipsy darkness,
The depraved corpses
Are shackled in two black mirrors framed in putrid fleshes…