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The worship ov my sun
08:33
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I use my philosophy to infect the sentences to eternal life…
I turn the Lucifers against those who give birth to them
I invoke the human intelligence to stir up the implosion ov the divine oligarchy The chaos gushing and give negativity to the universal equilibrium
The black energies ov cosmos stain the matters
The bastard matters who have infected the earth
Now in the center ov the universe rise the pure difference between the wisdom and ignorance
THE NEMESIS IS IN ACT!!
Burning dogmas, processed by the fury ov time and history
The fascination ov the metaphysics consuming the rotten atoms ov the young theologies
While the animal intolerance with inductive methods crush the architectures ov the modern ethics
And from the ancient cradles ov wisdom continue to shine the science
The only religion that wasn’t decline in the abyss ov the hypocritical flames
In my eyes rise the images ov desecrated temples
And swindlers executed to death
My autarchic wisdom absorb the essence ov the shining
The shining ov the material who pierce the pupils ov those who have turned over by the lie
My honor stiffen in front the warm ov my sun
Him iconoclastic rays penetrate my black hearth
And fills by fidelity my instincts and sensations
A malignant smile rise from my soul
I am worship the sun that warming my realities
I open the gates ov my hells to desecrate the visions ov a possible end
Cause I know that my sun has not a place where sunset…
10/2002
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I was running across a forest made by my anguish
I was looking for a hiding place
Suddenly I stop and I look in the sky
All my life I was running to come here, to found something
So I look in the sky and there is nothing...
Desperate, submerged by my failure I stretch my hands, I wound my knees Needle ov the pines felled
And they stick in my eyes
Never more I will can see these non-existent eyes...
My veins were dry up...
And I be so cold...
So cold and sad it's came when you are died inside
When your world is lost, it's come to your weak soul
The painful mental frost...
I lie on the cold ground and I hear voices that are crawling on my skin...
The voices ov my desperate mind
"When your world is useless...
When your soul is crying tears ov Christianized blood...
When your eyes are look ever black...
When you fall in the knees only because there is the gravity...
When you feel so innocent by the disaster that you live…
Don't torture your soul...
Let it suffer all in peace, without any conscience
Let it freeze by your primordial instincts
Forbidden by your ghosts
Let it freeze by the pain that you inflict to you for tolerate the madness
Move to live in a never-ending winter
Where all the useless are chased away by wind
Where the snow covers all the harmful
Where the mind has no time to think about others
If it don't want die exposure...
A Mental Frost that can't accept any weakness
As esu zmogus, kuris nenori but zmogum
Nes zmones daro geda siam nekaltam pasauliui
As noreciau but akmuo arba zeme
Kad nereiktu man kentet sio beprasmisko gyevnimo
So cold and sad it's came when you are died inside
When your world is lost, it's come to your weak soul
The painful mental frost...
05/2002
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A smoke soaked by human flesh
Caressing the towers ov Treblinka
And stains the sky by horror
A horrible smell is disgressing in the air
And fuse the human blood
A smell ov death...
Here the life is annihilated
Animal Death… Death ov Soul
Flesh materialized in ashes
Death excited in contempt
Love changed in hate
Here is no humanity
The evil founds him dimension
...the material to posses…
...the mind to command…
...the flames where burn…
The evil here is everywhere…
It’s all so terrible…
It’s all so inhuman…
It’s all so macabre… true..
And they make sure the proceeding ov all
With cold blood, without any emotions
They don’t hesitate to spread the death
They don’t receive impulses ov compassion
Married with the death, they diffuse the evil, the violence has no limit testing 12 millions ov deaths
With rifle always loaded
And two “sieg” at the chest
They make sure the genocide ov the mass
United by the sing ov “othala”
Corporations ov security to assure the death and spread the horror
White soldiers ov Lucifer…
This is and was… the PURE EVIL
12/2002
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Frozen sorrow
07:08
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Lifeless hills, rock the darkness
Freezing wind travel through snow covered lands
Him wrath dance in the night
After it’s vanish between the firs and oaks
The snow is coming down like tears ov god
Slowly, silently...
The frost rolls up the forest
The forest sink in the fog
The snow absorb the white smoke
The ground feed by frostbite
Who can explain this cold?
White dust ov snow make cold our frozen sorrow
Black winds will bring our tears
Cold moon… will eclipse our desperation
Here's no sunlight for a human soul
The only one who lives here is the frost
Married with the moon
They rules the lands ov shadows
In the never ending November
The silent hills breathe the cold winter
The infinite Nordic sky
Give the birth to the frost
Here’s no love for who look for some hot
Here’s no mercy to them who protect himself dressed by hypocrisy
Them who aren’t responsible for their actions
Will die frostbitten with him fear
Who are slaves ov own ghosts
Can’t found the exit in the forest
Scandinavic frostbited lands rock the frost
Your sons dressed with pain
They never been cold…
Bleeding trees stand silent without sorrow
Death and suffer rules only (the) human spirits
Necrostorms blow the crying souls
Fresh, weak blood stain thousands deaths ov mortals
Evil spread the black wings and fly
Holy, white shadows fall in darkness
Cold evil kiss the frost
Two supreme justicers ov our sorrow
Thousands ov white souls
Condemned to a never ending winter
When their raw flesh was trembling in the cold
Their burning tears ov fire switch off in the snow
The frost embrace our souls
Emptiness and chaos damning us in darkness
All we waiting the day
The day that we shall say – “Here’s no life, we are all died…”
Who can explain this cold?
White dust ov snow make cold our frozen sorrow
Black winds will bring our tears
Cold moon… will eclipse our desperation
05/2001
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They are so fascinating those nimble drops that are separate from my eyes and reach my hands…
The boiling blood caress my skin
I am the candle that is burning in eternity
And the wax can’t stop to run on my sides
It’s all quiet… it’s only my suffer that is trying to whisper me that it will never more return
But when my tears become silver
It’s motionless there, in those drops
While my pain is ascending in obscure peace…
02/2003
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Who invited me here?
How I arrived here?
I’m watching a fixed point…
I’m cold…
I’m trembling and weeping convulsively, swallowing the thorny air…
I’m trying to do not watch but my eyes are watching also shut…
I can't distinguish the black from the black…
A dreadful black that following me…
I wish to identify something in that dark chasm…
But I fear to discover something white there…
Because then everything will become without a color…
Inconceivable like my fears…
My shadows do not appertain to me…
I don' want them anymore…
They laughing ov me…
They organizing my end…
But I’m not successful to kill them…
I wish to protect them by me…
I wish to stay alone ... just a moment…
Hide me…
I don't want that this one black wrap me…
There are my glances that can' t see anything…
They are waiting me in trap…
They pretend that I watch the world through them...
I'm dropped…
I've seen it all, but I can't remember anything…
There is someone around me…
I wish that someone switch on some candles for me…
but anybody found them…
Suddenly everyone walk off…
But I can't scream…
It's going to happen something terrible…
I'm not ready...
Nothing is ready…
But all must happen…
All that I don't want…
All that I don't hope…
My glance stop…
There are someone that are crying…
Everything around me is weeping…
Everything is burning, but my skin is so cold…
I've lifted…
My little spirit is running across a path ov a constellation…
Nobody notice me…
A universe make by tears that became a mirror…
But it not reflecting anything…
It's only absorbing…
Here is an enter…
A cemetery...
The shadows are driving me towards six opened tombs...
Then they maliciously laughing and leave me alone...
I assisting at the funeral ov my senses...
They are burying them one by one...
Alive...
The ground is so weighty....
And the flowers that I put are not appreciated...
For the first two corpses I want to be in guilt…
Others are already forgotten…
So, also they two are not moving…
They are motionless…
But I feel that they are trembling…
They are growling…
They have started to hate me…
This is all that I remember…
The emotions are turning to velvet…
My guilt increasing…
The velvet is so tender but the hands that are touching him aren't the mine…
I can touch only those shadows…
And they two are keeping one to growl, they require that I forget them…
They want my insensibility…
They don't want my sobs…
Now there's no need to remember…
They want only that I walk away from here…
And take away with me my shadows…
I bring with me a candle…
I'll take it for me…
The return in the universe ov the tears cost me the life…
I was been punished for the abdication to lament those six victims…
The punishment is sudden…
Between my screams and cries the infinite mirror is splitting in sharp glasses ov pain…
And it all crash on me...
Now I will never found the enter…
Not even the exit…
I'm running with thousands glasses hammered in my flesh…
Then I fall in knees…
A glass pierce exactly the center ov my hearth…
I hope that everything will end quickly...
Then arrive they…
They still laughing…
Six tears are gaping on the frozen floor…
Before I’m covered with the black velvet in the pieces ov the glass I can behold my image without a sense…
For an instant I’m enchanted…
An instant in which I can notice that the shadows tear away from me the candle that I keep from my funeral…
I'm lose that one who was dear for me...
Now it's anything really end...
The velvet cover also my eyes…
I can hear only them humiliations and my blood that is flowing everywhere… Please bleed away from me...
I beg, bleed away from me...
Bleed away...
11/2002
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