Elvenefris

Revived in Lykathea, in that exhausting and dazing embrace, discomposure entered me. And I opened my heart and bared the yearning and the wish buried from the light for aeons. I felt connection and allurement that I will not withstand. I awakened to Elvenefris and heard the calling. The gate will be found, the key will be forged. My heart I will present to you being cleared of the poisons of Lykathea that exorcise us to idleness and condemn us to pain. I am searching for the land where I will fall on my knees and will be weeping for a long time. Where my mind shall extend on the sky and my heart shall speak the language of the trees and open like a water-lily by touches of morning sun...

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

I am not able to tell you by words what I feel.... anymore. To become shelter and salvation To become shelter and salvation Those so magnificent loveful waves reach far beyond the shore of my body. I weep for the pain I have ever caused you even I know it is the teacher leading us towards the light. Learn to read from the eyes - they are the open gates to heart. The waves of so magnificent loveful energy are flowing through and among my fingers and my body is bathing in that purifying bath. I wish to become shelter and salvation...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Again he'll find himself in silence and solitude, again he'll rise from land of sadness, again he'll begin to shine for your eyes. Tears shall bear his inner beauty and noble soul and his body will come into flower by gorgeous aura. His eyes shall fill you by energy, his eyes shall permeate behind your walls and your strongholds shall crash. You will stand before him in your nakedness and maybe then for the first time you will see it yourself. But do not be afraid, his eyes shall purify you and the iced hearts of yours shall suck the rays of his Sun. ...and you'll hear the beautiful voice and the purest words - the unspoken ones, you will comprehend real love and awakened you'll weep....

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

Any negative emotion as a response for stimulus from envious arisen in us show us that we are still within power of superficial dimension and teach us. Let's learn. As the Sun for the Earth let's become salvation let creatures flower and shine under the touches of beautiful energy. Perhaps it can't be seen but they are starving and thirsty; they're eager. As a mirror light let's reflect negativity and show pure reality let's become the islands of peace and harmony in that vast ocean of discomposure and disharmony. and let the tired ones rest.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Gifts you give others - surely the same ones return to you, therefore think how you present others, since the good when you give - by that time you are presented and if the evil being your gift - by that time you are punished. Since the eyes watching over the life are never closing. How much pain do you need yet? Since the way is being shown to you and indeed only the closed eyes do not see it.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

His heart he offers them ...and they spurn. Then in silence and seclusion ...silently he weeps. However there is no one coming all along who would wipe the tears from his careworn face away. And so with each birth of a day he gets up and sets forth the new pilgrimage. His endless heart stays opened still, so that everyone could enter... ...only visitors sometimes come... He is not clad like a king, his garments bear the sign of distant lands, though he is the embodiment of thee Lord. So night after night as wave after wave lonely yearning and silent weep dissembles and they are smiting upon the merciless shore of body... I wish my pilgrimage to reach home already.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

The outside is corrugated very much so far it reflects the Sun only a little, there is too much obscurity and chill. Please expose your soul and become a mirror, warmth and light throw to gloomy lands, ruin that musty crypts, ...yet there is no stronger might! How intensively I long for that indescribably magnificence whose twinkles I have every so often seen here on the Earth. Oh the strong wind tear the grey clouds on my sky otherwise I cannot tell about the Sun. Too often I am dipped by the tears of sadness... My sadness... homesickness. "You even do not know that your home is elsewhere! Inhospitable lands you have called your home!" "Why can't you search for a home with me? Why do your ears not hear the call of home? Perhaps it's too gentle for them?"

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

You have pierced me, human being, it wasn't for the first time and I believe it wasn't for the last time. You even don't know it but so often you have, frequently I do not have the strength for you. Then I retire into my palace veiled in the morning vesture of apathy. Still I haven't found inside of you what I am looking for a long time. Silently I just beg this wasn't phantasm... How much more shedded blood and tears is awaiting before my soul comes home? The eyes of mine sow the wistful longing on the firmament. I will give you mercy... even I am bleeding Mercy and sympathy... the arms of the strong and longing ones. When I advance on my way... I'll begin to pray for you.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Jealousy is degrading us from divine freedom to futile slavery. Be free and let 'em be free. Spiritual teachers we become when giving freedom and possibility of choice. Show 'em freedom and you'll be followed, it's the only way leading from the painsphere. [Chorus:] Then we will be a step closer to home Improvement of ourselves is an escape from inner impurity and its torments. So because we judge others according to ourselves when there is no impurity within us we won't be afraid of the impurity of others... ...and fear is gone, only beautiful harmony remains... [Chorus:] Then we will be a step closer to home

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

On the high hill sits an old man his eyes are staring down... his mind is calm. His sight he will soon turn to the sky in the while when the last page of that strange book he has finished reading. In the distance he hears the clear and ringing laughter of a child. He knows child well, better than its mother. Child knows him as well, their hearts have elected shared path. Yet their sights have never met and won't ever meet, as rough waters can never be the calm ones at the same time. Old man and child - old man and child. Both they are the elements of one life In that land that I was given to keep they live their lives being teachers one to another. Old man and child - old man and child. Both they are the elements of one life Celestial orchestra will start to play when my mouth begins to speak to you by their joint language, as mother speaks to her child and then your tears shall be wiped... ...you tear-stained ones...

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?