Saturday, November 24, 2007

Seven nails in a garden of flesh

"Forget mankind
Come join us in the Garden of life
Wash away your human
Connect with buried ages"

Sculptured - Together with the seasons.

[Mourns of time]

For a moonshadow grace
This life is teared apart
Left into infinity
What we see now
Is only a carved instant
A death that screams it's own name

Pierce the sunray
A spear of bones
Thrust into the giant eye
I see
Their hands reach the sky

Born without
A single stain
I became your mirror
The shining glass
Of the tragedy

I halteth thy spirit
A fading premonition
For my memories
I'm the dying
Thus i surrender

My flesh is broken
Letting all whispers gone
Fear is the language
I speak with thee
Do you understand?


[My burnt offering]

What i get from you?
Do you offer me a single breath from you?
Is your blade cold enough?
Do you sear me into the other side?
Abhor me for what i am
Not for what i'll make you be

Is your skin fragile?
Tears coming down
Is the silence taking it all?
A creation in my hands
The single part in this equation

A rose to consume
Ashes of pale beauty
The crimson rivers are running
Cold and grey turned the corpse
A silhouette of torment
Into you i fall

But despair not
Or hold no remorse
This is a gate to open
Into those realms
In which we are just a second

[Death whispered a lullaby]

Hear this the words
Of the non-existence
Minds altered by a prophet
You are running towards primal chaos
In me you are the sheeps

Hear the winds roar
They are roaming into lands of old lore
I wish you to see
What i've to teach
Flesh is burning in my name

Hear the oath of the beasts
They speak of seven nails
In a garden of delights
A single one is riding
The maelstrom of souls

Hear the heart of ages
The one in a veil of mist and sin
The beating presence of a deity
Him is the one to command
Over all that is born

Hear not the heresy
Of this cowardly messiah
Apocalyptical ravens
Reap the sour remains
Of your kind.

[Candlelight into the storm]

A solely stare
A phantom tripping trough out sorrows
Lost everything
Failure to see, to reach
The final drop in this sea

A letter arrived
Yesterday with the dying light:
"Tomorrow we will departure,
With the singing birds
Of the undone"

I'll leave all we are
In a grave of stone
This theatre
Is closing it's doors

[Nails in my hands]

It does torn my soul
To see this world in grief
I tried so many times
But nothing seems to fit
This missing piece in life

Haunted by the wolfs
Cold snow rages against my face
Blinded by the storm
I found my cross

My burden is still there
Never far away
Mine to carry
Mine to leave

[Schizophrenia & Paranoia]

Who's there?
Are you my guide?
Speak now!
Are you my ghost?

Why are you still in here?
A crowded room for my mind
An altar without creeds
Sleeping till the dawn of time

Why are we together?
Do you wish to harm me?
Who's behind the window?
Looking into my secrets

No pain needed
No needles for my brain
I'm gonna try
To break this reflection

Why do you rape me?
Why do you infect me?
Why do you tear me aside?
Why does my heart runs cold?


[Statues for me]

My flesh aborted

My hands closed

Lips bleeding

Eyes rotting

I'm the funeral of things

The Nevermore

Monday, November 19, 2007

Negativo

Time will tell
Or not
Or nothing
Into nevermore
No more candles in the window
No more wind and desire
Nothing for us
Or not.

Something cold unfolds in this plain

Sanguinolente espacio
El turmullo de mil voces aniquiladas
Te ha poblado
De ti se han alejado los soles
Novas inconclusas
Que segregan el elixir
De un cosmos maltrecho

Algo frio se desentrama
En tu inerte corazon amatista
Impulsos divinos
Te han proferido la fortaleza del vacio
Nada eres en tu piel hermetica

Y quien atraviesa el sonido
Encuentra la llave
Que nos devuelve al nacimiento
O mas alla aun
Dioses grises
Te besan calidamente
Para revivir
Ese cuerpo de eternidad destruida

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Welcome Home

Till the point of agony.

Los bordes se disuelven, no es la primera vez que lo digo.
Nothing matters, no one else
Lentamente, tan lentamente que es insoportable.
Need the end to set me free.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Like a child

Brillan las alas doradas
De la inocencia mas profunda
Que a flor de piel igualmente anida

Protegida en alas de viento y luz
Suena en sus sueños
Una melodia profana

Sonrie el misticismo
Que acuna el tiempo
Al encontrarla en ensueños

Y al alejarse la vida
No olvida ni renuncia
A mirar entre nos

Aquello que hemos construido



"She smiles like a child with flowers in her hand"
Scream of the butterfly - Acid Bath

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Thousands drops

En manos avenjetadas
Rasguñadas por los caminos azarosos

Surcando el viento
De una niñez muy lejana
Fabulas infantiles
Que me acompañan
A dejar este paño
En el marco de la ventana
Y derramar oceanos
De cristal

Perpetrando la tierra
Que de ella brota un eco postumo
De voces inscrustadas

Ahogando un fuego intimo
En apariencias insensantas
Una mascara elemental

...A thousand tiny drops on the pane...

Guide me into solar winds

Carry me into the other side
Of and ilusory mirror
Take me unto the hands of the immortal's spirit
A candle light in the cosmic laberynth
A glory sin
That lits this sight into tears
But nothing is undone
Trought out the ephemeral circunstances
That make me despair

Guide me into your blood and flesh
Titan of the wrath
God of war
Guide me into the malevolant cries
of Eternity
Crush my bones into dust, dust of solar winds
Nothingness leads the path
Another star on the horizon
Another memory shining within it's own torture

And then trow me at abbys
Things left forgotten
In walls of ether
Another mind
Another eye
Beholders into void
Thus it was
This, the rise of the the hell's sun.
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