Temps Morts
I hate you! I despise you! For you are the Abyss of my heart, the Zenith of my decay And I will bury your corpses, under mountains of torments The sky holder will abandon his due And all the stars will fall upon you To cut the flesh and feel nothing but stillness I hate you! I despise you! I used to think that life Was a straight line on which I walked How can a single instant Be the convergence of an Infinity of moments? The Past, present and future Are just words that give us an illusion of understanding Of control Upon a torrent that forever flows in all directions But this path is not without thorns
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
For the Ones who look at the skies May miss the danger in front of them I was a dreamer, whispering to the stars Without getting any answers As I nourished the hunger of the well With meaningless illusions And you were also bathed in your own lies I would like to tighten your throat Keep you below the waves of denial Until your last spark goes out And the turmoil stops Will we ever realize That every prayer hides a curse? A bottlе thrown into an ocean of vanity Thinking that our problems desеrve to be solved Without poisoning others’ chalices I would like to tighten your throat Keep you below the waves of denial Until your last spark goes out And the turmoil stops When the swords of the headless angels Who come upon the Earth in a ghostly procession Will afflict the fundaments of our shrines Will we be able to accept our defeat? Will we see a wise radiance behind the curtains of grief? Or will we sink, blind again Into the streams of deception and delusion While singing some insane, meaningless and empty litanies? The witches aren’t dancing around the fires anymore A mysterious peril hides, needing no spell Standing against a self-destroying tribe
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
La haine enivre celui qui souhaite la goûter Une mélasse noire qui corrompt et consume Mais dont l'apparente douceur me fait oublier mes valeurs Une euphorique Furie dirigée à ton encontre Il me manque le courage d'accepter ce qui ne peut être dit D'oser ce qui ne peut être fait De pouvoir te pardonner Sous ton apparente innocence se cachent les pires atrocités Aiguisé comme l'outil que porte l'ombre de la dernière rencontre Ton regard est l'écho de mon mal Quelle idée absurde que celle qui nous fait penser Que le passé n'a rien à nous révéler J'étais un fou, qui buvait à la coupe de l'ignorance Et s'étonnait de voir sa soif ne jamais se dissiper Comment pourrais-je trouver ces clefs Si tu ne cesses de me hanter? Car même là où les trois formes se mêlent Il n'y a point de salut À la recherche du brasier des sens Je cours en portant une torche qui ne cesse de s'éteindre Ne sachant si sa lueur percera le voile de ma nuit Et réchauffera le voyageur que je suis Car il n'y a pas de destination, pas de repos Et sur ma route, les corps s'amoncelant Obstruent le chemin et gorgent la terre de sang Une direction salvatrice? Une porte ouvrant sur une vision Au-delà des murs froids et humides? Mais j'avance, la tête baissée Pensant que le répit Est comme un point sur une carte Dont les détails me sont illisibles La brise glaçante caresse mes os Je suis le dédale dans lequel Aucun indice ne fut laissé
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Every line has a shadow Thus preached the creator of disasters The one who refused to saw the death in front of him And led the way to the higher spheres And you, a useless and awful ornament Into the horrible mouth you fall With your body consumed by the void in the sky My feet bear the weight of my fears And all my senses tell me to turn back But our life's rime with futility And we look at the sun in order to burn our eyes In thе firmament All the cups are pouring thеir wrath upon us All temples must collapse on their altars And this delightful tragedy will erase all perverted particules The fiery rays that come from the center Blaze the thin layers of life Every road has an end Thus spoke the ninth Unknown The one who saw the pile of corpses And became the keeper of the worst secrets And me, a failing and broken tool Near the bottomless precipice I stand With my mind focused on the starless horizon But the sweet chants resonate And I see a world hidden behind the opaque fog At a certain point All Gods are supposed to fall from their Heavens And this descent will sound like a mellow cataclysm
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
I drown my eyes into the broken mirror A realm of sharpened fragments All oriented in different directions To reflect multiple visions of this so-called reality A decomposition of space and time Incarnated in front of myself A daily tool transformed into the witness Of the smallness of our kind
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Mensonges et réalité se mêlent En une alchimique image Dont les contours N'ont pas de limites Et dont l’acte me fait ressentir une présence Un regard immobile qui scrute pourtant toutes les directions Plus il m'est donné d'apprendre et de savoir Plus la résolution des questions qui me tourmentent Ne se projette que comme un vain et lointain espoir Et j’erre en tentant de lire cette boussole Qui n'indique plus le Nord Mais s'oriente, au gré des tempêtes Vers des horizons aux teintes ardentes Y a-t-il seulement une sortie? J'y ai longtemps songé Je tirais sur une corde Qui, à aucun instant, ne se tendait Dura Lex, Sed Lex Et j'erre en tentant de lire cette boussole Qui n'indique plus le Nord Mais s'oriente, au gré des tempêtes Vers des horizons aux teintes ardentes
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Isn’t it ironic That the sheeps searching for a shelter to rest Fall asleep into the wolves’s lair? Am I strong enough To break the shackles of my Ego And transcend the mirage? To not follow my deepest instincts The ones that lead me Straight into this rotten oasis? The endless desert This barren earth Where the crown is hidden Is transforming itself Forever and ever
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
The two-faced sculpture brings us the Truth That can only be seen into the reflections of the scythe And vanishes itself with the dawn But in the end Even if the Devil sings into my ears again Should I decide to keep you alive? We look at this cadaveric edifice Without recognizing that the delirium Of the ever-growing tower Keeps burning in our hearts But in the end Even if the Devil sings into my ears again Should I decide to keep you alivе? As if the only goal we try to achievе Is to build wax statues under the burning Sun
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
As the headless one is looking for a shelter for his soul I understand that my temple is one of a kind Golden columns hidden behind ashes and dust I want to grab one of these fragments and hurt the whole creation For your love is my hate And your laughs are my cry! For your life is my pain And I want you to die! I use to think that all of this wasn’t real That I will open my eyes And perceive the real colors But every breath keeps me blind And I just cumulate the errors Why can’t I easily cut these chains? Why did you leave me there? Your hand was my only escape But everything is blurry now
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026