Through the Twilight Eyes of Frost
This track is instrumental.
In a foggy shroud of dreams In a precious counterpane Is the ancient spirit grey Ural. Lulled beautiful cruel gods Are in these mountains. Among moss - grown blocks Are cries of pain and triumph Will be remained in rock forever. Only sticky blood won't leave sign, In a deep of gems is one's hot now. To a look for the last time At severe dread low sky, Entrust stone with soul. To wander in cold hall, To roam in gloomy ice Among illusory emerald's fire. Under mountain in hall is my malachite throne, And chains of heavy copper dre. Under wood curtain are the grave rest, Autumn fire, mournful gloom at the trunks. Not cosy, quet, tired feast of souls Who come out from mossy rotten halls. Decaying glare of faded eyes, Chilly rippling shadows, The rustle of foliage is voice. Their fate is roaming to come back into thicket, I leave a soul's piece in forest for the killed. In the purple woods is my pine throne, And wings of clear pure miss. I won't reach swampy singing meadows, I won't be crawned with the wreath Of radiant flowers and shining grass.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025
On high hills In fathomless cold streams Is he the thickening wood shades. His eyes are full of fevering embers, His body is woven of star's light, Like unfleshly fire Winding in voilent dance Primary dark flame - shaman. The floating in bloody flow To the voiceless heart's blow In kamlat - ripe moon. Attend to voluptuous ecstasy And shivering of the earth, Their fierce fucking coition. The magnificent altar will be shot By sprouts which were sown Source of dark wisdom Flame - shaman.
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025
Открытая для шаманских древних глаз, Взору крови из глубин тёмных поколений, Земля, окутанная сумрачным ледяным колдовством, Дыханием Урала, Старшего многократно, чем время, Когда первый камлат потревожил врата Жадного сознания, для похода. Измерение, открытое тёмному сердцу, Где призрачный властитель Скользит в ледовом тумане, Неделимо воплотившись в каждый слог Могучей природной песни. На крыльях вьюги, с глазами мороза, Воин жестокой мудрости. Один рог для множества лютых смертей.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025
This track is instrumental.
My messenger wind in last night Fans black fire by tune of dull north abyss. Illusory demon from charcoals of bonfire comes out, his name is sadness. Who'll touch your shoulder tenderly? Who'll call behind you quietly? Ringing horn and wood, and crack of branches. I fill empty fragments of soul in forbidden and evil swampy places. Snow doesn't thaw on eyes and faces. Fingers are writhed in dust of white. Piercingly creaked door is shut. Demon howls (drawls in a corner), his name is dread. I'll leave you at cold home, at the dead cradle of branches. Window is draped by death. Evil is here always. "Don't close after me, I'll be back... One hour, year, age." To the call of tears and hate, To the call of getting cool blood, To the call of love and gold rain... Frozen flood is drunk by star's light. It's impossible cooled long drear night! Demon from grey ashes comes out, his name is depression. Plait my song into pattern of wind, Fill my soul with dew of blood. Ringing horn and wood give a birth to groan. In scene of fates - reflection of mine. Is washed out, is swept away, my spark has fallen into snow. But black ancient kamlat has come to life. The crystal has split and burst for rage. The sun doesn't shine through the bloody rain. A chinx has cut blue twilight, The shimmering circle again... "Is winged shadow you?" "I'm back."
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025
The land of emerald ferns Under the flag of heavens Where a solitary yellow eye Of eternal star Is hearing my lost cry. Where're you, children of dale? I'm setting sail To float through the pain To oblivion In tear - stained rain. Foreign men have subverted The temple of my sad dryad I've seen wounded trees Their broken branches I deplore my bleeding earth. Florescence like a flood I'm falling in this depth Florescence of blood Of death. I don't fell suffering more The flames of sunset like the war Bloodshot eye dies to be born From the darkness Which is covered By wings of piebald unicorn.
Submitted by Immortal — Nov 13, 2025
The land of emerald ferns Under the flag of heavens Where a solitary yellow eye Of eternal star Is hearing my lost cry. Where're you, children of dale? I'm setting sail To float through the pain To oblivion In tear - stained rain. Foreign men have subverted The temple of my sad dryad I've seen wounded trees Their broken branches I deplore my bleeding earth. Florescence like a flood I'm falling in this depth Florescence of blood Of death. I don't fell suffering more The flames of sunset like the war Bloodshot eye dies to be born From the darkness Which is covered By wings of piebald unicorn.
Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 13, 2025
В огне скорби здесь лежу, В погребальной ладье льда. Чёрный стон уносит метель, Мой дом - нежить из тёмных глубин древней осени. Всё былое всегда здесь. Мои глаза - мрак времён. Тайных ход из чёрных пещер. Сквозь чащобу кровавых снов. Вернувшийся нежитью, В вое волков, шаман.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025
Я заточен в безрассвет... В густеющем воздухе, Над лесом и струнами ветра, Встаёт отраженье моё - Осень с мертвеющим взором. Я, укутанный в призрачный полог, В узоре крови и тлена листьев: Он соткан из золота смерти - покоя И пропитан неслышимым рёвом Осенних сумрачных праздников. В багровеющем токе Мучительного лунного сказа Я погружаюсь в Урал, в тень, Сквозь меня прорастёт тёмный сон. Под сплетёнными пальцами леса, Что за липкой стеной света, мира, В дымном мареве - тысячи троп. Однажды я вновь увижу себя в конце. Поднимая взор всё выше, Я увижу - с лица прозрачного Смотрит осень мёртвыми моими глазами, Взглядом тихого пламени сумеречныъ И бездонных вечерь... Autumnalias...
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025
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