As in Gardens, So in Tombs

The connection between the seen and the unseen The bond of the scared and the ordinary To vibrate as one, to resonate as hundred an ten As strings where time and place does not matter Blow your whistle, controller of the multiverse As in chants, so in pillars Reconnect us to the above Reveal your starry skies Plant your flowers, generator of preservation As in gardens, so in tombs Becoming one with that pulse As I drown in your binaural beats The sum of the vowels, The subtraction of consonants Opening of doors to the beyond Show us the future Reveal the past The connection between The visible and the hidden The link between spirit and nature To vibrate as one to resonate as hundred and ten As layers where time and place does not matter Blow your whistle, controller of the multiverse As in chants, so in pillars Reconnect us to the above Reveal your starry skies Plant your flowers, Generator of preservation As in gardens, so in tombs Becoming one with that pulse As I drown in your binaural beats

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 23, 2025

Into steep stairs leading above the pawn is moved wearing his reverence as an adornment, forged from manuscripts Adorned in flowers the apostle gives birth to the skies For the obedient, golden pillars as pediments will rise Into deep waters flowing below the venturer is thrown Wearing his insurgency as a weight, cast in heresy Iconoclastic, the zealot is drowned Orgiastic, the libertine is scorned Adored in flowers the apostle gives birth to the skies For the obedient, golden pillars as pediments will rise There in shrines, under signs by dogma paralyze In between golden walls of the collector and His construct Minds grow stems to the sky under the promise of eternal fire In abundance in golden halls of the collector and His construct Upheave the philanthropist, the believer dressed in gold contributor to the greater good, cleansed in honey and milk Cast down the recipient, the apostate that umbra dressed Malefactor to the greater good, by the ankle, weighed down Iconoclastic, the zealot is drowned Orgiastic, the libertine is scorned Adored in flowers the apostle gives birth to the skies For the obedient, golden pillars as pediments will rise There in shrines, under signs by dogma paralyze In between golden walls of the collector and His construct Minds grow stems to the sky under the promise of eternal fire In abundance in golden halls of the collector and His construct

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 23, 2025

Carried by clouds and stars, Through tongues of fire towards the crystal walls Surrounded by the splendid and the marvelous "Within dwellings of fire and crystal, I saw the ends of the earth whereon immortality rests, and the portals were open And I saw how the stars of the skies come forth, and I counted the portals out of which they proceed, Wrote down all their outlets; of each individual star by itself, according to their number, their names, their connexions, their positions, their times and their months," An invitation to approach the One In front of thousand times thousand Upon a pillar of sun I, Observer of orbs Watcher of the spheres Revelator of all the secrets The Head of Days and Sons of Man And the stars came falling down Painted the sky with silver stripes In a brief moment of clarity The stars revealed themselves as seraphs ...and the stars fell down...

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 23, 2025

Sanctity, elevated, winged Dealer of life and death Transcendent manifestation of strength Coercion in absolute silence stands Godhead, winged nymph of Styx Divider of life and death Force, strength and emulations old Golden feathers turned to lead Demigod, source of strength and skill Sold as tools of harm to the next one above Primary enforcer, an extension of his will Reason lost for the sole purpose of the decanter to refill Heroine, in silence you stand The only one strong enough to bind in eternal rock and unbreakable chains Your eagle to inflict vexation and unbearable pains Impiety, lowered, unwinged Beheaded, abandoned in debris Demigod, source of envy and zeal Sold as tools of jealousy tot he next one above Secondary enforcer, another extension of his will Reason lost for the sole purpose of their cups to refill Sanctity, once more elevated, winged Lead feathers turned golden Cast in stone upon high stairs In awe of the many Lift her up to influence the vastness of numbers

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 23, 2025

Ur led är tiden bland kvistar, klädd i siden I förgörelse evigt lovord sjunga Där i mörker finna naturens glömda tunga Och där bland skuggorna, när löven viskar var sång Att i evighet stiga ner Av eviga stämmor bli en del Vid sidan av tiden under törnen, i tjäle föruriden Var i skarseld pä själar förevigt tugga I ljuslöst hav, i ändlös skugga I skuggspelens glömda, dunklaste vrå I djupa vatten där vatten där stillhet rår I skuggspelens glömda, dunklaste vrå I djupa vatten där ingen på oss rår Och där bland skuggorna, när löven viskar var sång Att i evighet stiga ner Av eviga stämmor bli en del Där var törnen växer vilt Att bland skuggor i höstens vävnad bekläs

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 23, 2025

The monumental thinker without skin or flesh The boundless author without bones nor breath Enthrall The giant head speaks Prostrate The colossal mouth orates Justify The wordless tongue spoke Construct As the Herculean lungs breathe Minds within the clouds The inner voices purify Heads within the skies That cleanse you from inside Consciousness absorbed into magnetic current and then that new day After seasons of poison infliction By the turnstile in dismay Whispers in smoke Faces in the wind Enthrall The giant head speaks Prostrate The colossal mouth orates Justify The wordless tongue spoke Construct The fearful eyes guard The monumental thinker without skin or flesh The boundless author without bones nor breath Minds within the clouds The inner voices purify Heads within the skies That cleanse you from inside Consciousness absorbed into magnetic current and then that new day After seasons of poison infliction By the turnstile in dismay ..and then that new day... Whispers in the smoke Faces in the wind

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 23, 2025

Pacing backwards towards the shores Time reversing as we grow scales Drain the deepest of seas Turn deserts into mountains Crawling back into the caves Where the past is the future And yet once again we'll harvest the grapes Turn them into wine and turn it right back into water In dim lights where we reach for diffuse shapes Is where we find our coming past selves Counter-intelligent ways to absolution Symbiotic relations unsanctioned impure Regression is also a form of evolution Tabula rasa, where we start born anew With the intention to create life We actually more likely destroyed Counter-intelligent ways to absolution Symbiotic relations unsanctioned, impure Regression is also a form of evolution Tabula rasa, where we start born anew

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 23, 2025

Within the framework, it appears like a spectre Formula from the great deep outside known bounds Enhance your floating objects right before our eyes Reveal our axis as one of the myriads Bring forth your circular, symmetrical gods As rays of light begin to shear Bent like sun rays through the looking glass Beyond falling skies into the deepest, darkest depths where light rays are scattered by the gravitational well Magnify What's hidden behind the veil Rectify What's concealed beneath the cloak Bring forth your circular, symmetrical gods As rays of light begin to shear Bent like sun rays through the looking glass Giant cosmic lens, reveal what lies beyond where light rays are scattered by the gravitational well Outside the framework within deeper, darker depths The inverse magnification matrix There among secrets beyond our grasp Where axes are revealed as parts of the myriads

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 23, 2025

Faces, shapes Carved in stone Patterns, forms Lines were drawn Trenches, chasms The earth canvas Beacons, lanterns The hidden standards What's seen in the blue and green can also be found in the red The sharpened triangular apex The placement of the horizon From clay the first to arise To soar high up in vapor In feathers to return as the guardian facing west From sand the last to arise To soar high up in dust In ornaments to return as the guardian from the 4th Faces, shapes Carved in stone Patterns, forms Lines were drawn What's seen in the blue and green can also be found in the red The sharpened triangular apex The placement of the horizon Pictures from thoughts and dreams transforming parts of the landscape Derived from oceans and streams Foretelling the future by revealing the past

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 23, 2025

Pale constructor The towers you had raised Spires to the skies Vaults for adoration Wordless communicator Speaking without tongue Dialogues with the stars Whisperings in silence Circular constrictor Trapped in your recurrence of times Captured on this constant journey Gates to doors behind doors Faceless conductor No face behind your mask Expression dressed in shadows Unadorned this vessel to steer Seamless forgiver Your compassion knows no bounds Stripped of earthly possessions Abundance traded for absolution Skinless forbidder Prostration caused by fear of harm Free will bent to your legislation No aptitude for flames Pale constructor Wordless communicator Circular constrictor Faceless conductor Pale constructor Wordless communicator Seamless forgiver Skinless forbidder

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 23, 2025

En sista färd klädd i trä och tyg Din klaustrofobiska cistern Fyller mina lungor med din kvävande luft Förväntansfull, tärd och sjuk Känslan av att bli ett utav allt Att smälta under din båge Fyller mina porer med ditt stärkande gift Ofullbordad, svag men stark Genom att fullborda en resa och starta en ny Att bli en del av samlarens valv En resa, en färd utan hinder och mål där allting slutar och börjar Kroppar av sten tyngdlöst simmar Där klockor stannar, i överflödstimmar I hålrum av mörkaste ljus Vid tavlans yttersta bård Skrin fyllda med tomrum i din blomstrande trädgård Tänder ljuset i facklan igen Din vederkvickande metamorfs Tvättar min kropp i detta slocknande ljus Fulländad, gammal och ny Genom att fullborda en resa och starta en ny Att bli en del av samlarens valv En resa, en färd utan hinder och mål där allting slutar och börjar Kroppar av sten tyngdlöst simmar Där klockor stannar, i överflödstimmar I hålrum av mörkaste ljus Vid tavlans yttersta bård Skrin fyllda med tomrum i din blomstrande trädgård

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 23, 2025

The dreaming The guidance To alternate between parallels To stand between horizons Activate the third eye catalyst Rewire the mechanisms to the next Open doors to new realities Unlock what human eyes cannot reveal Into realms where the body can't take us The mind as a key to the omnipresent lock To shift the phase of that what surrounds us Where future collide with everything that was The remote viewer The paraphysical Channel the unseen Conjure other multifaceted realms Activate the third eye catalyst Rewire the mechanisms to the next Open doors to new realities Unlock what human eyes cannot reveal Channel the unseen Conjure other multifaceted realms To alternate between parallels To stand between horizons

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 23, 2025