Lunasphere

We do not die. - We only change. All must die before their rebirth. As fruit must rot to release its seed. Soul transmigration from divinity to the mutable world of birth and disease. Old age, and death, the breeze. Created by a souls departure. Arising from this dead and lifeless shell. We emanate from the deceased. We do not die only change, only change. You know we do not die only change. You know we only change. Death is the dying of the light. Now the imperishable soul begins its journey to the divine Implicit and vague become explicit and clear. Infinitely long passage from another world to our own. The winds of a departing soul, the time of now is slipping away. We do not die only change, only change.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

The silent image of a poetic light. The crescent moon enhances the blackened night. My eyes are bound to the beauty that I see. The moon's magnetism - it beckons me. Pores in my mind rise and fall in lunation. Lost in a spell Entranced in lunar fixation. Alters the rhythms and the tides of the oceans. Eclipsing hemispheres of my emotions. Moon enters in its new phase, governs both the nights and the days. Bathe in its heavenly rays. Strange allure the one that I praise.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

All my thoughts, are unfocused. All my thoughts, are unfocused. Help me focus the distorted. My conscious span is spun. All my thoughts unfocused. A collage of thoughts in my mind. Help me focus the distorted. Conscious span is spun. Protruding exertion of concentration. Perception corruption is my frustration. Unbearably undecided - undefined and uttered.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Clot. By my own closed mind. Poisoned images self imagination. Sense of reckoning halts its gestation. Attitude and feelings unable to relate. The iron barrier my subconscious creates. CLOT, CLOT, CLOT. Microelectric memories solitarily confined. Preventing new additions to the archives of my mind. Confrontation of my lobes. To bridge the gap where knowledge flows. Knowing what I thought is hidden from me. Confrontation of my lobes. To bridge to stream where knowledge flows.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Observe sacred form with reverence. Thoughts enthroned with a deep lust for life. Serve her sacred form with reverence. Thoughts enthroned with a deep lust for life. The womb that mothers the seed of a serpent energy. Life springs from vagina. Completely embodied. I genuflect before its totemic power.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

exit, yet still exist. Intoxicated with the senses of life. An awareness, an example. In this world, I am god. Picture. - minds eye To stimulate the nuclei. I am the god of the inner world. All I see and comprehend is mine. Visions taken remain sublime. Overcrowded ethics overwhelm. Welcome to my animated truth. Picture a world of imagination. Physical world is just interpretation. Reconstruct myself. Dreamscape. Imagine images of your imagination.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Through the abundant life. Your ability release my infidelity. Swollen ovaries of temptation. Shall I dare submerge my self with this obsession? Trapped by lust, nudity an obscenity. Shading its darkness with light. Fooled I am drawn toward the gates of jade. Garden gates forever trap me. Forever to tend her fields. Rewarded with the fruits of life. Take another bite. Fate seizes me. I am punished by my loyalty to her desire. Garden of eroticism. hemaphrodelia. Punished by my loyalty to her Salacrophobia - tetostrodelia.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Situated in the present, alive in the moment of now. Separated from attachment, gone but not forgotten. What is meant to be inevitably will be. Destiny a force rather than an outcome of events. My point of change is on the horizon. What brought it together now took it away. Chapters open, chapters closed. Opportunities rise and fall like an ever lasting circle. My memory still plays the events. Affection is a state of mind. My mind is altered. Emptiness is eventually filled. The universe unfolds - things shall be as they are. Although I often deviate I always return to me. Many paths are marked for us, we chosen separate journeys.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025