Ipso Facto, Axis Mundi!. . Sandtime bled, die for the truth. Drop of plague in the vein of the crowd. One will be enough to suffocate. The misery this world has turned into.
Awake...for all is dying, even the dead. We are our Past failing to come back. All of us visionaires. with a rope around our neck.
The earth should have opened. And swallowed us in. Stop at nothing inside us. Then a wind should have risen. From the deep mouth of our sea. And things should have been as they used to be.
Na Ara da Vida jaz uma morte. A ti te lanco a minha sorte. Ataegenia triade fatal. Palida Deusa, doce e teu mal. . Centenas de corvos sobre a rochedo.
And the first went and poured the vial upon the earth. And there fell a grievous sore upon the men. Which had the mark of the beast. . And the second angel poured out his vial upon the sea.
Man confirmed by the carnal. Like a damnation supreme. Man you are bound to this world and this blood. Raise hands to the wonders. In honour of you. .
The seed of Men,. From trees now freezing.. All silevered leaves. With messages written. . The Imitators. In sequences bright.. All perpetraitors. In cahins of gold..
Here is to the fear for keeping us alert. And here is to sleep for making understand. . Here's to the crowning roots. (Placing us nowhere). Here's to the laughable wings.
The lunar backbone stands straight and alert for a last time. The mammal feathers are revamped just for this last night. Mouthless children are breasted with their own words.
A pure veil of darkness.. A mysterious fog.. The Moon is full.. And the Wolves you call.. Red as my blood it is the sky above us.. As I witness the arrival of the Winter Solstice..
Queen of all my sleepless nights. For whose beauty I, Faun,. have played my pipes, with heart. Queen in white silk, skin like milk. Horns of Faun, lips of dawn.
Let the good men crush. What they love. It makes them feel alive. Let the fair men build them crosses. And crucify. . So let the wise men write. Our death threats, in Bible paper.
Mother Tongue speaks to Me. In the strongest way Ive ever seen. I know that she sees in Me. Her proudest child, her purest breed. She speaks to me in colours.
Ours the rotten heart. Passing our mask of death on to our sons. We have become so deeply sad. Consigned to pain. . Serpent among sisters. In the wake of the invaded.
To Live is to collaborate. . All the spineless people. won't capitulate. Will walk again. Will evacuate. And stimulate. . And they will wait for the Man.
Men with both roots and wings. they tie us down and ask us to leave. they are teachings unheard, they are bodies on smoke. . Men with both roots and wings.
Now you dream inside. Her sleep of death.. You get to keep your soul. Until she claims it back.. . A darkness without end.. Morning was drained.. Here comes the rain..
Forever young in a ground so cold. The splendor of your death still fresh to be-behold. . In your neck an open wound. To spawn life into woman love. And to feed the creatures of our world.
"Aurinko ja kuu.. Syttyneet kaukana sieltä. missä lehväin suoja yllein kumartuu.. . Kai vuosia olen jo kulkenut. muassa metsien kansojen.. Olen oppinut viisautta susilta.
Some things in life are bad they can really make you mad. Other things just make you swear and curse. When you've chewing an life's gristle. Don't grumble give a whistle.