Pakana
The weight of my soul will decide it's final resting place And a voice much closer will shout into my ear I have found the gate, most people won't see I have felt the pain, as into the bells A second death, and those, next view, who dwell Content in fire, for that they hope to come To leave that ample space, where to return Thou burnest, for this centre here beneath In the dead embers of the fire, now cold and black I came to understand many things which I didn't know I have found the gate, most people won't see I have felt the pain, as into the bells
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025
I have been witness of a strange grimmes All fear surpassing past all supposing Sweeter than nocturnes of the wild nightingale Or than love's nectar after life's gall. Sweeter than odors of living leaves, Sweeter than odors of dying loves. Sweeter than death and dreams hereafter To one in the dark of life and its laughter. On the sweet murder after long guard Unto the martyr smiling in dark; To me was that smile, faint as a wan, worn myth, Faint and exceeding small, on a boy's dying mouth.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
On musta maa, taivas päällä Kädessä taakka, takana murhe Ranta aava, huurre kajastaa On kädessä rakot raadannan Velat alla vuosien On usko kuollut On risti kaatunut Suvi illan vieno tuuli huokaa vuorten alta Hongikon polkua hopeoipi kuu taivahalta On sisällä palo pakanan poissa murhe kalman Astuu tahto nyt tilalle tuon ristin ikuisen harhan Mutta en sinne suohon sorru kunnes kannan kahta kättä viittä sormea minä viritän kynttä kymmentä ylennän
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025
The fairy higher up enshrine in heaven, By whose pure laws upon your nether earth With their great bridegroom, who accepts each vow, Which to her gracious pleasure lust conforms Mine eye, that far as it was capable, Pursued her, when in coldness she was lost, Turned to the mark where greater want impelled, And bent on feather all its gaze The Second Over Tuoni's Realm Thw First, the last and those to come Feel the fros heel while snow shines The First, The lat and those to come
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
As bronze may be much beautified By lying in the dark damp soil So men who fade in dust of warfare fade Fairer, and sorrow blooms their souls If misery over this dear land Has turned white into red shields The shining of the bronze may be much beautified Incline thee to inform us who is who
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
Weary moon on the river of the sky The stir of light in the willows Through dark shoals; the tiles on the graves Of a beauty like to nothing on earth And upon her brow he placed a wreath of Myrtle and roses Let their lamp at midnight be seen in tower high Sometimes they are coming hard in silence come dreaming time Let their lamp at midnight be seen in tower high The message and promises The Lost Gardens Beyond In each and every age someone has sung unknowingly The message and the promise from The lost
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025
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Mother, for I have sinned Father, for I have betrayed The hour of time, and the delicious season; But not so much, that did not give me fear Who cry each one for the second death And lead thee through the lamented place Through the wasteland of lost winds Along the path of screams As the windstorm of unholy dark Fire, Death for the blind
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025
After the blast of lightning from the east, The flourish of loud clouds, the Black Throne; After the wheel of time have rolled and ceased, And by the bronze west long retreat is blown, Shall Life renew these bodies of a truth, All death will be annul, all tears assuage? Whe I do ask white Age, he saith not so: And wash, with an immortal water, Wheel of fire, wheel of time Rusty winds of my glorious ride Wheel of fire, wheel of time Black wings over luciferian sky Wheel, smile once again
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
On the sea the waves will drift us, And the storm-winds wreck our vessel; Then our hands must do the rowing, And our feet must steer us homeward Like the serpent through the heather Like the creeping of the adder Wolves are howling from our hearts On the eyes, on the eyes the bears are growling The old Moon is shining, gleams the silver sunlight The walk sings the cold The old moon is shining, gleams the silver sunlight And The frost shines blue Then our hands must do the rowing, And our feet must steer us homeward Find the vessels sorely weeping, Hear the wailing of the rigging
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025