Aequus Nox piosenki

Rain spills from a darkened sky, Bitter grey shafts on Winter's edge. Poignant remembrance of a deep past Lasting but a moment Surfaces from the depths of Being. Past funerals emanate; The ages of Man but a drop. A notch in the creaking bones Of endles...

Before the precipice A chill was felt And questions heard: 'What means all this? From what arose such A calamity? I venture To know,' said a man Sitting atop his crystalline Pillar, with a conch in One hand and a lotus in The other; quoth the man:...

I realize now that a messenger came Ambling softly along the Earth’s coiled frame. Alas, I heard neither approach nor tale, Then awoke in the same tearful vale. It is hard for the bard to raise his voice O'er the din in the tavern of men's souls, For by...

Smoke billows in the small valley below: The woods are alight with a blazing fire As the seeds of vengeance evermore grow; Nature's destruction doth our deeds require And so, Through the black leaves Does the ashen wind come On eaves before midnight...

... With axes bright They march to gather timber Great in their might I cannot here linger' 'That is unfair' The tree grumpily said, 'Why can't we share Without my blood to shed?' The bird replied, 'True, but now you must see With those who've die...

Descend the hypostatic ladder Enter the warm pit of Nothingness Antipode of the One Supplicate before its ashen altar And perform the celebratory rites Of the dismal funeral triumph 

I looked out the window Of my mind's eye And beheld a sinking universe In a thousand gleaming hues; ‘Twas so many beads of light Heaving into a swirling blackness. The ship has lost its rudder, The pilot has jumped overboard, An abdication of his thr...

The roaring storm dissipates An echo of a dying god Hurled into insignificance As the orange gleam of dusk arrives On the altar of twilight I sit Hung on the black sea of Nothingness Far from the fibrous sinews Of a world stretched too thin 

Mournful grey skies Blanket true knowledge Of this painful, wretched world By chance can one see The rain fall as a forest of spears (Through Life) Piercing the phenomenal veil To strip bare the Will, naked and pale Blindly grasping Life In its shiv...

A faint star leads me, but I know not where, As the ground slowly turns beneath my feet. In the dead of night, cold winds chill the air, And at day, I am tormented by heat. To find my long sought promised land I swear, That place with untroubled stillne...

The wolves are out for prey Searching in the acid rain The pale damp corpses Of those who've lost their way Hunting the sodden land Muddied and demure Their eyes pierce like daggers Watching the folly of the damned Man is a wolf to man A beast lik...

Behind the world of illusion Lies the primordial substance An immeasurable, starless menace Gleaming from the light Of its own doomed creation The self-activity of a blind drive Silence bores a hole Into the wall of Maya Yielding as it crumbles The...

Deep in the dark Of an old forest lay A tree whose bark Was withered and gray There on a root Sat a black raven grim Where to a shoot He then flew on a whim 'Listen old oak' Said the bird to the tree, 'Ruinous folk Have come to harvest thee... 

Hark the herald angels sing, but no more; Their voices, weak and overtaxed, now bray. For who could, if he to be honest swore, Rejoice and be glad all the night and day? And if true their power to sing ne'er wanes, Then what can one conclude but this:...

A monster propped up on stilts And dressed for show; He wears a mischievous smile, Tilts his hat, and takes a bow. Little worry has he, for his army, Clad in the ornate garments of piety, Defend his name over the earth And buttress the pegs on which h...

A storm lurks behind every thought Invoking a cold, mournful despair An augury of Death's unnerving hand That stretches out over the horizon 

To see in the sky, The end of all time. To feel in the earth, The end of all birth. I welcome the world become turncoat, Since what it betrays is only a fleeting And illusory mirage of the an sich, Sparkling on burning sand, Yet barren and inert. 

Scale the ladder of the divine And images born of knowledge Sink ever by, the slow fading Of past desires now quieted Divine it is called by the ancient Pilgrims, but there are no gods To aid this climb, for above hovers The thick cloud of unknowing...

Life smells sweet in the groves of joyful Spring The warm air drifts over birth and rebirth A sleepy, slow moving display of mirth Yet a dark conceit doth this season bring Its cruel naïveté veils dearly well The on-rushing finality of death The cold, h...

The jaws of Apollyon drew nigh Clenched with the fury of undone retribution A terrible shade coiled the sky above Gripping those who gazed upward with fear 'Twas a wretched, beguiling tumult Inducing the beleaguered lost to dance Spinning in a maddening...