Fables of the Sleepless Empire

They twist and tangle in this circle of sand Unclassified They crawl up the walls everywhere, without precisions Shapes in a giant bunny's cranium Hopping and irresolute Unsolved ideas of a distorted guest No justifications, for these flavors are tasty passages The pleasure of sharing a so special collection If only I had some mechanical apparatus Involved with my torso My personal darkness would fade out to the nine winds Blown away by grafting cells She tasted spontaneity with an honorable mission in mind Just to spit out intense squares of uncolored ink In the face of a pulsating mass of flesh Talking nonsense on its throne Damn well she did! And in view of that case The oracle declared That it would be more pleasant to be naturalized Than to make conversation With a blind beholder in need of affection Only to find the same patterns on the fast lane We are within the nonsense of a larger plan Worthy of some salt pouring on a bloodied part Merry, merry, joy, joy! A nice and pleasant dip in an acid pool Don't you see my smile? I just glow with derision! Or perhaps my eyes, turning pitch black Only want to pierce these dense walls all around me They always do when sarcasm is on the verge of punching a well-earned goal Horns and screams are tools For the altered thoughts of an attitude Rooted in multiple layers of beings We once lost our wings And can't ignore the excruciating pain of a grounded life We are within the nonsense of a larger plan Worthy of some salt pouring on a bloodied part Sonority Divine! Positive feelings made this frustration vanish In a shout of pure energy To blend is not to bend To be is one two three Impulsions on the throne Choices for you alone The earth is not round Sans même user de paroles intelligibles, Ils se comprenaient tous Alignés du même coté de la démence temporaire Ces sons qui salivent de sens éparpillés Signalaient un état d'esprit intense et implacable And in view of that case The oracle declared That it would be more pleasant to be naturalized Than to make conversation With a blind beholder in need of affection Only to find the same patterns on the fast lane

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

On the right, Words bleed in delicious erratic motions To waltz and lunge deeply onto the frail paper dungeons With grace, spill their stealthy meaning In a radical pattern of altered spinning Words bleeding A lunatic exorcism of impulsive literary stings Serving the untainted delight of devious cunnings Words bleeding Lucidity may well drown in abstract pondering Following the so crucial anchor into the deepest Inner Ring For magnificent moments flow uninvited As benevolent spirits soaring Just melt the armor And taste the nectar divine The expanded sensorial shelter Of one's Inner Shrine Corruption of a logic understanding I stand naked on an insubstantial sun Telling stories to diseased seraphs Feeble from their linear addiction 'Cos memories and huge bipedal monsters Don't agree with each other A fusion so delicate The nails entering lightly, further and further The necessary why and what of a written autopsy Disgust the fact that a fact is a fact Hack the holy artifact so exact in its contract Disincarnate, it is easier to discuss the optical lunar tree Bad men, bad meaningless mean men You should not be bothered when the soul is adrift Seconds are precious Feel them deeply With grace, spill their stealthy meaning In a radical pattern of altered spinning words

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Deep under the darkened cities Beneath the overcrowded metropolis All over the living sphere In labyrinths of olden tunnels Carved by forgotten forces A sneaky revolution has taken form Insidious and unexpected Plugged into their mechanized training sockets The Pumpkins are ready to march on mankind Architects of a unique and healthy master plan To squash and seed once more In league to restore a long lost balance Blueprints are set for a new pulse And orange shall be the color of salvation Heroic icons of the vegetable supremacy A mistreated garden, their ultimate purgatory They will row Row without arms, but with fervor Towards distant clouds of fire Floating in steam-powered boats Made of stone, shells and ivy Grimacing faces at the bow of the vagrant entities Looming over saturated airwaves Fields to behold, hordes of barbarians Sinking in hourglasses of concrete The Pumpkins are ready to march on mankind An elitist carnage for the satisfaction of a renewed greenhouse But only the heads shall burn! Hands and legs shall be spared to dance madly afterwards Freed from an unfair alliance by grinning ambassadors Earth's own orange vigilantes The Pumpkins are ready to march on mankind When shall rise the Pumpkins And their organic cohorts The reign of men as we know it Will reach its conclusion And in a parody of ancient ways Halls of stained glass shall commemorate the past A festival of altered realities and manipulated perceptions Orchestrated by vain, secretive, faceless schemers And in a parody of ancient ways Halls of stained glass shall commemorate the past History repeats itself as usual

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Orphaned ideas, fusion with this undying snowflake Melting…but nothing lost… Another form…different incarnations Brains are snowing sites Mental skiing on neuronal paths Sport of the dreamers Transformation, such a natural movement Unavoidable and so necessary It passes…and I die frequently…to be reborn on the next moment… Death is part of my short term cycle…for the absolute delight of Life There’s a Phoenix in all of us Rising out when given the chance Sweeping across dull horizons To offer back their fire to the Grays The universal teapot is bursting with possibilities Let’s drink more…shall we? Extracting the sky from your pulsating heart Hands outstretched, gray minds, deviant strips of flesh; ingredients to a corporate form Call me human but I won’t drop it…flattery won’t budge the sludge of time Indeed…in need of some bakeries you will stand strong But this fleeting colossus shall not prevail I don’t think so… At the top of the pyramid…weather is far better …and you’ll never know Keep on crawling A perpetual flood of obligations To douse the flaming hearths of rebellion Taming the wilds Flaunting the art of deception Stabbing backs while they watch the buffoons in their act Empires rise, Empires fall Structures collapse and lords are disgraced But no power shall ever strip humanity Of its creative capacity The sea is waiting, don’t waste seashells… What a wonderful evening Empires rise, Empires fall Structures collapse and lords are disgraced But a free Phoenix stands tall Drip your personality into my open arms Soak your feelings into the black hole of abuse Wash your pain unto others Don’t try anything new…it could be interesting… What a nice machine you are!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

It has come to this… We've been looking for the savior for thousands of years, but became blind on the way And the Blinds are dreaming of the color of their soul For a daughter jumping off a bridge... For a man screaming in the rain... For a girl crying... We live and die spinning in a wheel Now look me in the eyes and tell me you never felt there has to be more to this life Tell me we're only flesh rotting in an ocean of time We live and die spinning in a wheel, without ever knowing who we are The magicians are out of breath 52 years of tricks and lies Hiding the monuments of mars With a bunny in a hat We've never been alone Alone... as just one nest, in just one tree Truth lies further from the sun Underneath Cydonia's sands Let go of your paradigm For a father passing to his son For a priest talking to a man For a man talking to a grave We are the strings of the quantum symphony The uninvited came in masses Amongst ghosts we sleep ...but what makes that we'll never be like them Is the fact that we have these emotions The fact that we can stand strong in front of Divinities, in tears and fists, and defy Them shouting: ''You'll never take our wings''... because WE, mortals, have nothing in this world... but our love May you see the face of the truth Find your way to the 4th door to the monuments of mars Above the suspicious stare of the moon These lights are dancing in the sky.... Singing tales of the dark rift Explaining colors to the blinds The grander scheme of our own past Another day to spin again

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Hazy…need some nourishment… Feed me some delectable time Feed me tasty impulsions Gear-wheels all shouting in unison: FEED ME !!!! Destabilization of the gapless mechanism: C-O-M-P-L-E-T-E You must be aware that I drag the past, grab your map and reign supreme I swing the currents…Hypnotize… Carry on…carry on… Don’t ignore me… Hull is breached This inner sanctum is being bleached The unfed pendulum is starved It was in Limbo…doing the eternal Mambo …and I screamed…and I screamed…and I screamed for lunch Not a Tick, not a Tock, not a Tick-Tock snack to be found ( Where was the Cuckoo ??? ) El takidnys sed selliugia El takidnys sed selliugia eralced (enu everg) Numbers on strike Hull is breached This inner sanctum is being bleached The unfed pendulum is starved Mathematical cartilage of the eternal spin Too busy to care The engine disintegrates and disrupt the circular ritual Devour life, feed the clock ( ME!!), dance with a dead corpse and don’t forget to remove your boots ( politeness !! ) This biological network filed an official complaint at the “Mental Misconduct” Department on floor 404 __File not found __ Hecatomb of a wavering signal… Slipping between the keys, being nothing more than a presence on hiatus… …waiting for some inputs…vacuumed by life… …but my life is safe… Emptiness took my hand to ease me Imagine stillness, but even slower Immaterial massage, pizzicato of the cortex Motions vibrating between inaccurate time spheres I move on the bomb of my memories Squeeze the motives tormenting this surface

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Now it’s time to trade my space breath for a dancing revolution As the rings of Saturnus, the battle shall transform me and I’ll be the War God’s aura This blue screen in the starry darkness won’t fall into oblivion Without leaving any traces, it’ll just be ignored for evermore This black hole which feeds on surrounding matter until emptiness reign…fulfilling its ego… Like a solitary worm, it shall lose everything he has conquered at the end of its work Monalem, Tisarap te Toibmys…all embodied by mineral flesh…a perfect illusion Cupidity on legs disposed to achieve ascension at the price of extinction Knowing truth distanced you from Life Without remorse, you chose to forfeit existence for the sake of knowledge Rejecting cellular laws, this melanoma eludes the immunologic system’s control by fighting off lymphocytes Error of conception, only a cervical muzzle would have been able to correctly silence this parasite Don’t resist it, Its hemoglobin’s intoxication, a reflection of its thoughts Don’t believe it, The abstraction of Good is in the ignorance of Evil Recanc ed al Erret Lost, unachieved in the outcome Acknowledging our own ignorance is a sure sign of intelligence Recanc ed al Erret You hang Reason and poison Wisdom In consequence of your incomprehension Thirst and hunger divert it from learning in its distrust for the absolute

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Life still resonates in us And the echoes of its memory coagulate our resolve to believe in this fading stance…

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Marry me!!! …then I’ll kill you …and then you will kill me again with your pocket shark …so handy on week days Zombie Lovers for life you said… …how ironic… (Snongioj son semâ) Look, I caught you some flowers Remnants of a late meditation in the sewers Of course they’re dead and withering But so are you…aren’t we, dear? Ceremonial aura A disgusting samba Cadavers cooking for your funeral wedding A most delicious cake is in the making Does it hurt when I write in your mind? Because I don’t want to be rude I still can go to the paper store if you desire so… My skin is itching like crazy and I got a bloody poem in my veins Won’t win the Pulitzer though… It says: “The loving look in your dripping eyeballs gives me hope Of a most memorable honeymoon Maybe we could jump off the highest gallows, swinging the rope Or craft for ourselves a gory cocoon Yes !! On the way to Salem we’ll build a glorious meat temple A monument to our love…so meaningful and subtle” …don’t you like it my putrid prince? Being part of the walking dead community is far from easy Misunderstood and abused to the point of extinction When all we want is a hug… “The loving look in your dripping eyeballs gives me hope Of a most memorable honeymoon Ride a magic carpet to the Wizard of Oz Maybe we could jump off the highest gallows, swinging the rope Or craft for ourselves a gory cocoon” Dear Ghoulish and skeletal friends Rise up from your graves! Finally, the nuptial rite is about to commence… Dress up nicely, Invoke your ancestor’s spirits; for they’re also invited to this nighttime festivity Light your bone candles…hold them high and tight Macabre and steady procession…a thousand sparks in the night Walking up their way to the summit A wonderful storm is brewing for the celebration…

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Life still resonates in us And the echoes of its memory coagulate our resolve to believe in this fading stance that is called Love The Reaper himself trembles in front of so noble a power For his branch is not even mentioned in the Book of Obstacles Our two souls shall be one from now on… Until yet a few more deaths do us part And in the absence of a proper authority to do so We hereby declare ourselves husband and wife A most morbid union bringing hope in this bleak land In dire need of tolerance and serenity

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025