Anticosmic Overload
This is the anti, the anticosmic overload and storms in emulation growl
From land to sea, from sea to land and fashion as they wildly howl
Though none may hope to fathom thee
Still glorious are thy works of might
A circling wonder working band destructive flames in mad career
Precede thy thunders on their way yet lord thy messengers revere
In spreading billows foams the ocean spheres whirl around in endless motion
And cliff and sea with mighty shock still glorious are thy works of might
This is the anti, the anticosmic overload revolves the earth in splendour bright
From land to sea, from sea to land and fashion as they wildly howl
Hymn To A Nocturnal Visitor
The dark has revealed and enigma to me
A call through the void of powers that be
A thin thread of light in the night of our souls
Expanse through the shadows, awakens, breaks free
A memory haunts me, embraces me slowly
Takes hold of my mind and swallows me wholly
A presence divine sends a chill through my spine
As my flesh starts to burn with desires unholy
A jewel is gleaming through oceans of lies
A splinter of heaven in earthly disguise
Defying the rules of the theatre of fools
To sing me of truth with her fanthomless eyes
Our skins come together with electrical hiss
Our worlds are engulfed in an all-melting kiss
It is the life-force that draws us with ever-smooth claws
Hopelessly entwined, into a vortex of bliss
With swaying limbs twitching and writhing in spasms
We echo the call that rings through the chasm
As god becomes beast dances devil with priest
And angels descend to our pounding orgasm
Consuming our bodies our spirits will rise
In motionless rapture we reach for the skies
Recalling our powers to reclaim what is ours
Led by the sparkling of stars in her eyes
Prismal Dawn
Behind those halls yonder, above the caliginoous enigma
Where soul and spirit unite, there lies buried everything I have
Where we left the quiet sanctuary that united us on this side
To be separated for aeons, enchained in eternity
I lost you when I am chased away yet again
Yet your feeble remnants adores them
I am torn away even from the area of ground that covers you
Which was the very last thing I had of you
I lost you when I am chased away yet again
Yet your mortal remains rest peacefully and purely
Whatever part of this earth will retain them
Passing the world beyond, I'll be with you
This is our heart, our mind, our conscience
Our soul no longer belongs to us
Returning home to eternal freedom
Begin a new course, ennoble our essence
In the latter we find one law and one purpose
A purpose that can not be from this world
Beyond abyss through which blackness shines in
Behind those halls, where soul and spirit unite
There lies buried everything I have in the Prismal Dawn
Mortification Of The Vulgar Sun
I overcome this world endowed with golden light obliterate and recreate
A serenade of life and death embraced in eternal night infinite and purified
A last gathering of time and space in solitude, I drawn to stars
Dissolving in eclectic haze in malice, I saturate in gloom
I overcome this world oerished in perpetual bliss devastate and recreate
Beyond the veil, blessed initiate descent
In magnitude, splendor bright unscathed
Shattered in pieces, vanquished volition
Mortification of the vulgar sun
Clandestine Stars
Resplendence, as servants we are hidden in distress in silence we glare, in light, ablaze
Embraced, aligned in pitch-black mass we rot and drown into time and space
And we are crawling from abyss, in a sudden flash widespread
Through time and space, as a stream of grace
When we have fallen, down into the void
Esteem the fading, our inner mourning flame
In obedience, in damnation we are damned to obsess in reticence we shine, in glitter, sparkling bright
Sustained, forgotten, as shivered souls we spoil and drown into time and space
In a moment of disguise, we descry sombrous rebirth
In a stream of grace descend, as clandestine stars
When we have fallen, dawn beyond all grief
Withstand the burden, we promise our last farewell
Embraced, aligned in pitch-black mass widespread
Extolled our remains, as clandestine stars we rot
Centric Flow
The primal energy infuses everything and nature awakens
Flowers bloom, waterfalls tumble into immense canyons,
And the animals evolve as consciousness races back to its source
Shiva reveals his secret to Matseyendra
The secret of the ages, the secret of life
And then turns into a statue of Kayavarohan,
Awaiting discovery someday by one who seeks awakening
Awakening happens only in the next world,
The next, and the following but the promise of awakening is here and now
And without the promise, there is only cold and darkness
But Shiva remains hiding just out of sight
He reveals himself last, if ever for to discover
Shiva is to understand the mystery that has no answer
And the dance goes on even though worlds collide,
The sun burns out and the universe freezes it just awaits the next step
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