Sarabande to Nihil

Through stillbirth swoon, the children are silent Existing in dreams, surreal oblivion... Through time-torn tombs, the children are screaming Dreaming of life, the nightmares to come... Through tear stained eyes, the children are drowning Within the depths, they seek the courage... Through white wombs, the children are laughing Dreaming of wings, for what times may come... Reflections behold such dreams of man They beseech the sun for the new day Opening their eyes to beauty's lament The seas of luminescence... Between their fingers awaken dead dreams ...But o glorious fate leaves them blind What eyes would close to abhor the womb? Stumbling onwards only to be left behind... The catharsis seized, a breathe (sic.) of life Eruptions of passion and focus Blackening idle beliefs Now all eyes are upon the tongue of eloquence Reflections behold such dreams of man They beseech the sun for the new day Opening their eyes to beauty's lament The seas of luminescence... Between their fingers awaken dead realms ...But o glorious fate leaves them blind What eyes would close to abhor the womb? Upon the tongue...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

They bear no names... The black hands are dancing They search for him... All for the king The king... Staring at open palms, hear the redrum pound Once upon the battlefield, false vanity has won... Down in the darkness, echoes of dead cries There's beauty in pain, and pain is their light... They bear no names... The black hands are dancing They call for him... Here lies the king The king... Mirrored upon pearl-white eyes A black halo Stare into the depths of nevermore Does it stare back? A murder of divas, bleeding as the choir Beneath the shadows, the garden lies withered... When the black hands dance, encircled beneath the sun Only the dead will hear, screams of a lost zion... Such passion lay unfinished, lost to the world... Regrets Precious thoughts unspoken... And silent are the trumpets No more bard songs, only a crying child A ghastly crowd faceless, watching this denial Resounding within the mind, a serenade to still hearts As ice on the dark stares, how deep do they scar? Under the rage of wings, cradled by coldness Into the dark shadows and winter quintessence... Mirrored upon pearl-white eyes A black halo Stare into the depths of nevermore Does it stare back? Only the dead will hear the sound of such music Life goes on if there is pain They bear no names... The black hands are dancing They sing for him... Long live the king Still the dance goes on, final breaths linger In stillness he's loved, caressed by their fingers... Joining the cries of time, planted in pain ...As the dead don't rest, within this garden... Mirrored under pearl-white eyes A black halo Stare into the depths of nevermore Does it stare back?

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

All life dies as icons rage, white are the pages beyond Unwritten are the screams, of hate... Of pain... Of misery Of devildom falls, life is severed With whispers the curse, to such seduction Weeping to the sound of a grand black piano Blood in the lungs As watery valleys Over angel tongues One by one they're falling, every note spatters Veiling the ivory teeth, the mourning anthem gathers Blood in the lungs As watery valleys Over angel tongues To a drowning finale Memories within Requiem for all, the scarlet tears Blood in the lungs As watery valleys Over angel tongues To a drowning finale / To a drowning finale Memories within / The smell of rain Within the heavens of all black hell Stirs the passion all gone Screaming of life and time taken Open and taste the blooded land... A pale horse rides as the winds cadence Galloping keys encore, this is transcendence A tear streaked face of stain and rust To challenge the scarlet omnibus... ...The memories are all that remain In heartache with the smell of the rain...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025