Drifting in dreams of memory past. To pray to never wake. Or return to spiritless cages. That held me once before. So mant seasons I've seen. A heart as winter's cold....
Dawn's cold passion filters through the trees. In darkness I showed you ecstacy. In darkness I took you from this world. Light shall never fall upon your face again.
I have lain wth the lamb. Sang his tender praise on long dark nights. Searched my drawn face long and hard. For a sign of his light. Shoulders to the wheel for the grist of faith.
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk. Fires in the distance, make shadows dance. Under this Blood Red Sky, a million martyrs died. And beneath the pale moon's face.
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black. I drew down the veil, I wanted her back. I am at one with what never lived. I'll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give....
Shone the sunset red and solemn. Where we stood and observed. Down the corners of the column. Letter strokes of Ogham carved. 'tis belike a burial pillar.
What am I but a thorn in your side?. Frost in summer, to chill your heart. A drifting memory of autumn decay. A shadowed soul in a fetter of light. . An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one.
Her scent comes to me. As the night breathes. Her countenance grave. A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb. open to the sky. So she sees and ever watches.
I have one desire let it be, a pestilence upon your lands. A plague upon all your houses, it is my wish. To enslave all your people, the soil enriched with their blood.
Hangman to all mankind. Make your peace. For mother earth lays on her deathbed. Death's rattle echoes. . What pale beast. Lurks in the shadow. Great lover revelling in pox.
For those who may Rise. As a Phoenix from the Ashes. For those who may Devour. The Fruits of Knowledge. For those who coil. Serpent like, with cyclical Grace.
And sister, do not pray for me. There is no forgiveness here. Just the longest and the darkest night. And my people's end. . And brother, many a crooked day we spent.
Mairfidh ar bhfuil go deo. I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne. . A dheite arsa... Ta ar Aine fs ar lasadh. Tog muidne do mhuintir... Go siorai. . An rud a eirionn n gcre.
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring?. Can't you hear Dread Words from Traitors Tongues. Sister, Few Honours are left standing Proud. In this world. They have made the soil ever barren.
We stood on the shoulders of giants. Like atlas with the burden of faith. We clasped our hands in praise. of a conqueror's right to tyranny. This is a language that has not passed.
(Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel). . I am the wind that breathes on the sea. I am the wave, wave on the ocean. I am the ray, the eye of the sun.
Seems we are to live our final days. Far from the dwellings of men. As flowing tides and shifting sands. Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man. . In sorrow we fly from our loved ones.
(Nothing seems to make sense, I'm tired of it all, I've stopped searching. for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you.
I've told you once I've told you a thousand times. No regrets and no remorse. No 4 am whiskey soaked wisdom or bloody. knuckled politics. Do I regret and not a single moment will I ever.
A moment of clarity. It spoke to me in tongues. It spoke to me of ruin. Of destitution, and of pain. Where night, it never ever. Seems to come. To ease the misery of the day.