Monumension

Faces - eyes - noise Floating patterns of no coherency, none needed From behind the chapel of dreams came imagery From another world They left for a brighter star A new home called "now" Womb - death - dawn Follow seafarers on an ocean of silence Remaining humanoid shells, a distant thought The chasm between truth and flesh paved With bricks from secret cities Entering linear orbit Crushing the foundations of divided times Suns reflected Convoys... Convoys to... Convoys to nothingness...

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

I hear their poisonous words again As they call out for submission and code "To be less than one and drown equals pride" they say These were the voices that destroyed us Did I want for this loss to be sustained? Through the clipping of wings found the secret paths From the blinding light of lies obtained second sight Stabbed in the back, gained strength in One-ness Taken from me, I learned to preserve These were the voices that sunk our ships These are the voices - poisoned ears bleeding Did I pray for the dead to be kept awake? Did I gently place these thorns through the surface of my eyes? Did I ask for this fathomless tragedy to go on forever? Fail to comply - reborn in war The answer being no Did I?

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

Betrayed by disillusion Enslaved by insanity Enslaved by commitment to betrayal Betrayed by all elements My vision is clear and strong I comfort myself to fulfil it There exists no edge Clearly existence is wrong I kill myself to fulfil my vision Consumed by astral interference I deny this monument to be my sphere I choke this ego to find that i'm dead I deny this monument to be my sphere I will die as one

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Hollow inside - I didn't sleep too well last night Step over, turn the light Hollow inside - I didn't dream too much last night Step over, turn the light Knock on the door - these are the interfering themes Open it up, too soon Shorter in time - the interactive parts go by I fear for a while - my head I fear for a while - that my head will expand And stretch out in to the stratos wild Can't you see, those birds in limbo breaks And of course you hear, listen, the straws From above you, and underneath in the glow I can touch them Spiritualized Dogs with bones, they are released One too many to get on

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

[The fool:] "Fear not dear kinsmen, cause you Saviour I am. I'll bring back our glory And wisdom Achieve I'm searching the Old path to bring back the elder" Smug as only the fool can be, mindless Blindly. He marches towards his fate Summoned to the Cromlech by hunger within [Voice from a parallel existance:] "Come inside my friend, your father is waiting. Your search ends here, Wisdom you have gained, the signs you have read." Doomed to walk the smiths dungeons Underworld slavery Through the eyes of the fool nothing can be seen The elder is hiding beyond thoughts Only leaving with glimpses of long lost knowledge I once saw the Cromlech and was kindly invited But I stayed the beast I kissed the ground (I drank the wine) (I took up the runes) I found the home of the elder

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

It was here I was born While the stars held their breaths After ages of pseudo-presence I climbed the final steps Up from deep beneath the shores Eieth no longer sleeping gal Thus alive and the stillness Only to be broken by whispers Towards the moon Bloodred from the Unborn Ones cries That will not be silenced or rest Forever more and awaken not To paint in blanks or wither Beauty blinding no more than the whole is less now We see clearly what was not there The prey become predator Slaughtering not raging blindly Through tunnels of sorrow and lust For solitude and peace of mind Says it is time to unmask and face Behind lines - that is Enemy I

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

He sees his world through the crystal state of departure The hooves echo the approach of the third coming On it's back a goddess with shining black armour The steel that will separate the will from doing Closing in as he falls to his knees, surrounded by Plasma of dying chapters Life succumbs to silence, desire alone to the dying Of inner banes His hands no longer grasping contraction as he laughs Winds play their mourners dirge through heaps of corpses The hooves thundering the arrival of the final coming Carrying forth the seeds of eternal night So that the Shadow may sleep, eternity weeps While we laugh and remain forever She feels the cold floor giving no comfort as she fades The hooves echo the approach of the third coming On it's back the faceless her Elder Ones saw The agents of microcosmic change shattering the megalith Stories told, divinity unfold She passes on, yet remains in Smirr Cold remains scattered in dead void dreams

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

The battle's now past The war of all was within itself Painfully sleeping All hail the fallen The time is now for the king to tell The battle's now past All hail the fallen Pleading diversity equals no scream Thickening intensity now fatal Beyond portrayed dream

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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Í Føroyum búðu høvdingar tveir, Tróndur og Sigmundur itu teir. Noregs menn! dansið væl í stillum; stilli tykkum allar, riddarar, Noregs menn! dansið væl í stillum. Sigmundur búði Skúvoy á, Tróndur búði við Gøtuvág. So grammur var Tróndur, hann hugsar ilt: Sigmundur hevur vár’ veitslu spilt. Tróndur hann situr í sínari lon: “Tit heintið mær Sjúrða Tollaksson. Tit heintið mær Gutta og láa Tór.” Snarliga boð eftir teimum fór. Inn komu garpar og søgdu so: “Hvat vilt tú, Tróndur, tú sendi oss boð?” “Eg havi sent tykkum boðini tey, at tit skulu hjálpa til Sigmunds deyð. Tit hvessið spjót, tit hvessið knív; tað skal galda Sigmunds lív. Hetta mítt ráð man vera gott: Vit skulu herja á hann á nátt.” Teir samlaðu saman sveinar og menn og gingu til strandar allir í senn. So sigldi Tróndur Skúvoyarfjør, skútan bognaði sum ein gjør. So myrk var náttin, og skútan gegg, so blíðan byrðin Tróndur fekk. Myrk var náttin, og skútan rann, teir hildu beint mót Skúvoy fram. Eingin vardi, teir komu hartil, alt gekk til, sum Tróndur vil. Skramblaðu teir við vápnum hart, so hurðar gingu í smildur snart. Sigmundur vaknar úr svøvni brátt: “Hvør brýtur inn á meg í nátt?” “Hann, sum brýtur tínar dyr, tað er tann maður, tú háaði fyrr. Sigmund helt sítt svørð ímót, fimm fullu høvur á Tróndar fót. Sigmundur høggur av makt og vold, trý fullu høvur á Tróndar skjold. Tróndur hann var til ilsku fús: “Tit setið nú eld á Sigmunds hús!” Sigmundur talar til frænda sín: “Nú má eg rýma av húsi mín’.” Einar úr Suðuroy, hans frændi Tór, eingin annar við Sigmundi fór. Sigmunds hústrú stendur við vegg: “Tú hoyr meg , Tróndur Gøtuskegg. Stríðist tú móti konu og børn, so ert tú grískari enn ein bjørn.” “Tit sløkkið eld, tit stingið inn knív! Eg stríðist bert um Sigmunds lív.” Tróndur vendi borgini frá, beint ímót’ sum Sigmundur lá. Tróndur hevði so fyri orð: “Eg kenni royk av Sigmunds sporð.” Tróndur biður teir hava mót: “Eg kenni royk av Sigmunds fót.” Teir gingu fram um grøna lund, teir dvøldust við gjónna eina stund. Sigmundur sær um gjónna brá: Steingríms høvur á vølli lá. Sigmundur aftur um gjónna sprakk, svørðið úr hans hondum stakk. Sigmundur flýddi á oynna norð, Tróndur hevði tá manndómsorð. Sigmundur kastaði í havið seg, Einar og Tóri sama veg. Tá ið Tróndur hetta sá, aftur at báti skundar hann tá. Aftur at báti skundar hann tá, men ikki kundi hann Sigmundi ná. Svimja teir tríggir við miklari ferð, sum streymur harður á firði er. Tórur aftur um seg sá: “Nú tekur Einar at dragna frá.” Sigmundur gjørdi sær tann ómak: hann legði Einar á sítt bak. Tórur rætti Sigmundi hond: “Nú hevur Einar givið upp ond.” Sigmund slepti Einar’ av, Suðuroyarfjørður varð hans grav. Sigmundur svimur og frændi hans, enn er fjórðingur eftir til lands. Tórur legði seg bylgju ímót. “Nú eri eg givin í hond og fót.” Tú svim til lands, legg einki í meg! Eg eri farin, men redda teg. Svaraði Sigmund’, í sjónum sat: “Ei, mín frændi, skiljast vit at. Vit vóru saman í mangari ferð, ei mín frændi, skiljast vit her.” Sigmundur var í orðum trygg’, hann legði Tóra á sín rygg. Sigmundur svimur av allari makt: “Nú hava vit at landi lagt.” Brimið tað brýtur sum boðaslóð, Tað Tóra niður at botni dró. Sigmundur var ein menskur mann, men ikki bóru beinini hann. Tá hann hevði svomið tann veg so lang, hann legði seg stillan niður í tang. Torgrímur átti Sandvík fyrr, hann sá ein morgun út fyri dyr. Torgrímur hugdi mót tara út: “Eg meini, eg síggi ein reyðan klút.” Tórgrímur talar til dreingir tveir: “Tit vitið, um har er nakað meir.” Inn koma dreringir og siga frá, stórur maðu rí tara lá. Ein stórur maður í tara lá, ongum líkari enn Sigmund’ at sjá. Torgrímur tók sær øks í hond, so fór hann til sjóvarstrond. Torgrímur niður í taran sær, maktarleysur lá Sigmundur har. Torgrímur talar til sveinar sín’: “Gullringur Sigmunds skal vera mín!” “Dreingir, tit haldið mær í hans hár, meðan eg gevi honum banasár. Dreingir, tit haldið (í) hans hár í topp, meðan eg skilji høvur frá kropp’.” Dreingirnir hildu í hans hár, meðan hann gav honum banasár. Dreingirnir hildu (í) hans hár í topp, meðan hann skilti høvur frá topp. Gullringin bóru teir heim til hús, men kroppin gróvu teir í sand og grús. Ein slíkan enda Sigmundur fekk, hans líki ei í Føroyum gekk.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025