Nightsphere

I am a wanderer, following a hidden path, known only to those who have not forgotten the world that was. I envisage vast wilderness, a sacred realm unspoiled by modern man. My path is lined with ancient alders. They lead me through black moors and misty fields. I learned to think like a mountain. I learned to speak a language older than words. I learned to see with eyes unclouded by greed. Bow down to Gaia, bow down to Mother Earth. My goddess, she in her I trust, my fortress, my hightower, my shelter, my shield, my eternal love and my one true home. In my dreams I behold a world falling apart. Not a single black wolf is preparing for the sacred hunt. A white stag is bleeding out far from the forgotten glade. In my dreams I behold a world falling apart. Here is nothing but eternal silence. No birds are singing. No seeds are sprouting. I hang my head in shame. Is this the bitter truth? Do I secretly wish for the death of man? My goddess, she in her I trust, my fortress, my hightower, my shelter, my shield, my eternal love and my one true home. Bow down to Gaia, bow down to Mother Earth.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

We will waste away Clouded by darkness If we fail to bring about – and by all means – The twilight of the machines The collapse of time To an extension in space Calibrated by machines Has bowdlerized our human rhythms We are bound to live a lie This empty shell of an existence we call our life Exiled from presence We are slaves nailed to the wheel And even now we hardly see the Earth We lapse into coma with averted eyes The crisis deepens Burnt out are all sparks of resistance And with every wasted hour we choose to kneel Forever we will kneel! We scarcely feel our hearts beat Before they break in protest We will waste away Clouded by darkness If we fail to bring about – and by all means – The twilight of the machines

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

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A flock of birds ascends as the dreamer awakes I behold without breath a world ablaze The wooden halls stand in flames The mountain fortress crumbles The pantheon of oak is under siege My mouth is filled with ashes Every breath tastes like defeat I flee in search of shelter Towards the mountain peaks I leave this ravaged land I retreat to contemplate Where I can become one With mist and snow With wind and stone I ride on the back of the last of the black wolves I bring with me the antler of the last of the white stags I seek counsel with the spirits of the wild Residing in the ruins of melting glaciers high above A feral force shall gather Stormclouds herald the way A thawing glacierheart Starts beating for the last time The spirits of the night shall enlighten the darkened sky As the wild hunt heads for the world of man Within the forge of progress Ancient forests vanish I grieve for the scalped hills As the glacier's heart falls silent The white stag won't ever reach the forgotten glade All that is wild and free will die on this fateful day Everything of beauty Everything worth living for Will be engulfed by flames Will be consumed by machinery I shall perish, fading ghostlike into the night Desperate yet knowing that my sacrifice was not in vain So I shall perish, leaving this world forever Desperate yet knowing that I brought twilight into the world of man

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

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