Somnus mortis imago

Man, little man, why do you need god When you believe yourself as a god? The bellowstorm must come In which a cherub lurks Offspring of an exploited Nature People, men, women, old and young The most hideous vermins and angels than ever Childworms Humid larvae Damp molluscs Spongesoul sinsects By urine and blood drenched in their own vomitus Impaled through anus Penetrated, desecrated On the crusted antlers of Cernunnos Writhing diadems Ornaments in convulsion You're all on the stakes No empty space No solitude amongst you A race dies on the horns of god While they' re staring at each other In rigour One is common in them: Fear and credulous curiosity ( but curiosity is much stronger) Which is a key on the necklet of the Virgin girl The howling storm must come In which a cherub lurks Starving for dolls Don't wait: They' re already waiting for you

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 12, 2026

[In medias res: ... a chilling,dark blue-toned vision,which is actually a strong picture of a strange cruxifiction. Night is embraced by magickal aura, words fly through the air:] ["Fullmoon's light dancing on the hillside,] [Where a tiny crowd marching so noisy and swarming like a beehive,] [Going up to stand a third in between two crosses.] [There's one dragger among them, whom will be surely crucified..."] [But the text is a "bit" different...] Ancient room- moist and dark Yellow, timeless mildew on the walls. In the centre a chair I sit Walls: With countless eyes overlaid, Immense Eyes:(Numbers) (It) hurts. In a place foreign (Where foreignity I feel not) These eyes urged to watch me when you' re pushed under water, and you know you have not enough air: "Lungs adhered, nervepanic So grotesque" Through craft unseen Staring fixed with no eyelids, Just sitting in the wall So large are they like human... Heads. As warmth fills my heart, a fever begins crawling, Swelling slowly away in my shape, Getting closer to my head, To have it squashed. The presence of fibrail engrams in gyrus: Green hand-seems mucous A tongue, in this palm's middle Kisses one huge eye Lick through with pleasure Lick through with joy Tastes good... Cold Saliva Cold Tranquil Gazing hundreds of eyes Piercing, bursting me I can not hide, I'm lame, I think. Nausea, Fever, Vacuum in the head Yell- a parched throath (Muteness.) Tranquil cold, Cold I shiver, (it) hurts. "Circumdederunt me gemitus mortis: Dolores inferni, circumdederunt me. Non omnis moriar." Absurdum Unconsciously I stand up With slow treads I walk to the door Like a scene of a motion picture Where each move is gnawing... Torture! One Flash Pain One Flash Dull hit on the chest... [Intermezzo:] I reach the door. Handle; turned. The door opens, then disappeares. Blinding Whiteness Through the door of liberty Out from here, to the white light, From the room of eyes To the light depraved. I step into the crowd, Into the ziplipped people, Into the dead... ...to become dead.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

[I can not find any words for the introduction. I think this is the deepest and most personal text I've made for this album.] [The Silent Prolouge:] Words of a Violin crying sweet, sad in my head. Little wisp of men dancing on the strings - fragile harmonics in the bitter Ether of Nihil. Never to hear such a soul-engraving melody. String snaps with shrill, sore sound Body strains in the last orgasm [Scene 1: Colours:Emptiness mingles with Grief. Oblivion. Remark of the last picture. Steam or smoke -a touch of blow on my face, I think. Pleasant feeling.] To wake up in a mute dream Mind drifts into amazement Wonder creates curiosity which often blends with muddle. [Scene 2:: I see myself in a dark, slow-circling tunnel, thick darkness everywhere, and a kind of light at the end, glowing like Sun.] I've been already here, sometime Tunnel of blackwater abyss Revolves in darkness-womb Floating, Become one with the dark drifts Calmness. I left everything outside Which tied me to the crest of the earth All I built, all they built. (All I am, all I was.) The darkness as an angel receives me into itself Embraces, fondles me And allows to touch its face. This is not what I'm here for. Observing the light which grows like hunger As I approach closer and deeper Thrill, Allurement, Ardour A call from beyond Light as Destination, I reach through my fall. Yes... I merge into the Unknown. Catharsis Scene freezes in motion Vibration around the body Face deforms into the grimace of bawl Pupils wide open Cruel, heart-splitting dismay " This was the man but you are light, energy and light. You see, feel and realize That the bewitching, drawing Unknown Holds a (maybe) quicksilver bred mirror towards you."

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

[I would rather enclose this short text, instead of my empty words...] ["When the celestial body begins the stellar agony, the inner core collapses into itself as a child breaks the shell of a nut. Inside, vacuum comes into being and absorbs the gas and debris clouds around the star. This stellar energy-accumulation grows untill all sources are empty, and than the pressure difference splits up the invisible caul of the supernova, in form of a great importance detonation, which lasts for a few seconds but destroys every thing around."] In demonic lost All is fragmented Last-breath-shatters Beyond the Nihil's caul Closed door... Closed windows, were they ever open? ( just a Voice sounds behind them) A star burnt out on the sky Wounding the Firmanent's skin Glance arrival of light It's already dead when we see it. One star died. Fallen (in such a case every child wish something.) Soul: like sponge Smoke and a piece of tissue Omnivore, voracious consumer To stop is unknown I see how man unites in the orgasm of Saturation When Fire devours its own body Screaming, speechless: "Enough." A soul full of: Grief, Angst, Broken Toys, Venom, Fibrail Dementia, Souls... ...and all of you. "Only Lust drives the soul." (the coming of nausea, inner pulsation) I'm here Touch me Come closer Embrace me (retching, and a stabbing ache in the eye) I'm still here, I've got enough. (and then the Voice sounded behind from the door and the windows and broke the glasswalls inside the head): Kill yourself-Need to mutilate Kill yourself-Kill your friends,family Kill them all-the people around you And then kill me. "people,have you ever felt the power of a dead star?"

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

[The words for this song is seem to be typical, and like using old cliches, but I tried to use these "banalities" from a different aspect.The atmosphere of the song paints a dark and mesmerizing vision of a self-funeral. As people marching in the cemetery... Marching with the coffin... Marching to the open tomb...] Disfigured crowds by anguish and emptiness Standing around a mourning-embraced, wet, sable coffin: And crying together with the sombre sky. I hear their loud cries: Trying to make me feel embittered (without knowing it) I want to sleep I hear the desperate and conclusive words of the priest: They bother me... Rest. I feel the cold Slumber's sigh As I dive into my abyssmal Dream At last I hear the pulsating sound Of the old, eroded Deathbells: Campana Funebris Somno Solvitur ...awake... Land so soaked Full of mud and flowers A steaming sculpture in the rain Unknown, new feelings in the Aenima Stranger to a World Foreign

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

[To be honest, nowadays there are no idols, icons or ideals for the people to follow and worship. On the one hand, this is good because without being a blind servant of a supreme power, we can learn how to believe in ourselves and how to deny, but on the other hand, I think we all struggling in the lack of choosing, we eat (almost) everything which lies before us, which is simply put before our eyes.] "Feel the horns growing on the forehead" God on the thorn-leash While whine and lamentation Are audience, so sad: How could such a superb king kneel on his own cord? So tragedic: From venomous lips Peals the caustic truth Pure, cold, concentrated words. Crawling under skin Absorbing the self to make sore space. Come... Don't be afraid, god will compensate you For the grief and anguish For the cursed fate For the blood you shed For your loyal blindness "Succulent are the fruits which god feeds his children with" Splendid skin: cloth of depravation Worms feast in this flesh of rot They devour, consume, creating maze The labyrinth of bedlam nema.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

[With this text I wanted to show what could possibly happen to a soul of Will and Craft after the so called: "death".The strange aura and the metaphores give a special taste to this song. For me this is a sublime part of a cosmic puzzle, a precursor outside the border.] Shapeless energy and emotions concentrated In which Consciousness and Will remained In which the man was long since perished What we call in human language: "soul" Ghosts melt in the Great Howl Light bleeds from the orbits Visions break-born in Fulfilment The Will of Higher Power manifests in Today I want nothing else (just become) from Soul to Daemon To let my Dream breathe at last (just become) from Soul to Daemon Request of an orphan child (just become) from Soul to Daemon Rain falls upon the face of mankind We are: Scream. Shades. Death. From an out-burnt soul... Turn to Daemon of the Animal In a scorching Drop everything blends, Which ached, Which weep was, Which was only mope disappointment... Which made me human at one time.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

[The last text I wrote for this record cos I wanted to express strong and breathing material, which (almost) represents all those feelings and pictures-both old and new-I 've collected inside my nebulous well, and only waiting to be released or to be burnt down on paper. Every word of it (except the end of the lyric,which is the continuation of "Absurdum") is more than a simple " poetic" word.] Whisper of Moth-wings I see walls sweating blood Mirror in Mirror Virgin girl and Corvus corax Daemons drawn by one line The chopped-off hands of Durer blossom Jesusface as negative Forest of empty beds A man falls on his knees, with a barrel of a gun under his chin Neuroses bloom in Evanescene The haemorrage of Sun on retinae Hanged man on the apple tree Feathers falling outside the Circle The touch of Serpent's skin,while it's sliding out from the warm vagina (a hallucination without any sense, an imitation of an apparition: "I walk among the crowd as wolf among sheep.Grotesque little beings appeare before me, pointing at a "hole" in the air. A black hole, like a paper burst through, floating in two dimension between earth and Nothing.This strange rent::the origin of Ethereal Equilibrium.) Body flayed, skin deprived Just breathing Flesh, Tendon, Bone My infinite blood dyes the white crowd of the Ziplipped I touch them Somnus Mortis Imago Than the Hooded One bends down And with fingers so beautiful With fingers so cold, touches my forehead. (Closure: Moon in Leo: Gyermek, ki az angyal karjaiban szenderul, Kinek arcan nyugalom s mosoly fenye feszul, Gyermek, kinek mehe volt a tenger, Arva almodozo, kit nem erthet meg ember.)

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025