Hortus Animae

Follow the path towards the solitude, thou shall feel cursed if betrayed. But when I betray call the Martyr to weep, to bury the scars thru never ending seasons of grief, then I'll follow the black path towards horizon dark and I'll reach only sadness, as mour...

Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run. Feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck....

Part I The wind blows light in the stillness of moments, when nothing ever seems to modify the order of things. Nothing looks like an omen of change, while millions and millions of parasites mechanically run, eat and consume every single existing substance,...

Pest or ghosts, I cannot know Haunted my skin, flesh and bones Infested my veins, poisoned my blood Made me grope deep inside the mud Made me blind and made me deaf The mark to the ox, my Taw/Aleph I couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see me Although we l...

Oh how hurting was the touch, lived as an omen of farewell... greyness fell upon an already darkened dream, when never seen the sorrow, when never seen the pain. Now we face the walk all through the garden, blood red flowers gathered round... In a sorrowful em...

The weeping skies... Oh, drowned in such sweetness, feeling the emptiness of moments, I cannot breathe because of my stupor in seeing things not every time new... Like falling rain, every drop touching my soul... Like the pure snow, falling with any control......

In a still vision, of chains and pain, she is the grinder, the dawn is hers. There's no permission to enter back, so flesh is weak and breathless yet. A mute awakening of blood and knife, the cage that whispers after a frightened night. The spell is cast, new...

Lost in the woods, a world unseen, she came to me, the fairy queen. So frozen eyes enlighten my path, the strangest eyes I've ever met. Yes, the fairy queen, she came to me, to reveal to me all her poetry. Heaven burned in my cold eyes, for the touch of her I'...

Time for the burning... Wings that smolder all futures, with no respect for all beings. (They) Seethe, like rivers of loathing and foretell the end of mankind. The verb of rape is spread. Of torture, scorn for lives. Burnt grounds along the path where emptines...

Step by step on through the void through these veins of rust we wander. Among the shadows of life I'm scared of ghosts yet to come, all the ruins of past times as dark caress they touch my skin. Oh, this long unbounded journey, is it still the path of mourning...

Memories of an old mariner carved on a rotten table of the ancient vessel. Memories on the rotten table... I carved in these words throughout journeys round the world, to remember happiness, sorrow and solitude. A life-long sorrow spent ploughing the seas, wit...

In a slow dance, we're proceeding, into this ritual... of stillness. As if no fate... is waiting, we are down... on our knees, melting down... With closed eyes... we see it, this downfall... implacable. As if no prayer... may save us, in calm... we mourn... Cr...

[The Mud And The Blood] This walk through an endless path Of all the obscure shapeless When life is blood and blood is wrath Skulls with eyes so senseless Fire, water, essence of life Under the skin grow demons and madness In these godless years of... Rage: k...

PSALM: A requiem for the white candle, in a ritual where it must be praised and consumed, ignored and abused. She must be comforted. But how can I soothe the sufferers when mine is the blood of those who cry? The candle’s dumb. I wanna see it burn, I wanna fee...

The symptoms of corrosion Flowing slow from head to feet The genesis of abortion Of beings with sharp protruding teeth The scum scorns every concept of mortality Through idioms of duality inaccessible for the brain This is the sunset of our age Forete...

Enter in the valley of tears, in the reign of your fears and the shame of your mind. Enter in the realm of the dead, the loved ones' regrets are shown with respect. Enter where pure is the blood, where loves are forgotten and hate is the strength. Enter... in...

Everything here is so cold Everything here is so dark I remember it as from a dream In the corner of this time Diabolic shapes float by out from the dark I remember it was here I died By following the Freezing Moon It's night again, night you beautiful I ple...

Everything here is so cold Everything here is so dark I remember it as from a dream In the corner of this time Diabolic shapes float by Out from the dark I remember it was here I died By following the freezing moon.. It's night again Night you beautiful I pl...

Towers of ruins are standing tall, towards a gray and wrathful sky Derelict stoups dirty with drool, can’t satisfy the thirst of mice Inhale the fever The walls of cry do crumble down, fulfilling lungs with abrasive ash On wounded knees, the time is now,...

All is strange, almost abnormal, I smell no odour. There’s only an odd light outside. I feel no pain because I’ve already suffered too much. Day becomes night and I feel its decline start. With Leviathan’s breath on my neck, it’s making me repent to be here no...

I have travelled, travelled through the coldest of winters. Lashes of wind have hurt my body screaming hymns of the frost and taking away pieces of my soul, as they stole pieces of other suffering beings... I have slept, slept upon the hardest of stones, duste...

efreshing winds from distant skies, a dying love from distant eyes. Another cruelty brought to me. And again a flower born and before it withers wind's whispers are blowing it away... Falling leaves from trees that died, a growing sadness becoming mine, but it...

Indefinite beings to the non-return point or beings not completely dead. Vegetating by choice or mummified in state of perennial suffering. Where pain’s not endured but sought after with morbid perseverance, just to survive. Maybe the only practicable way to c...

He's a fairy feller Ah ah the fairy folk have gathered Round the new moon's shine To see the feller crack a nut At night's noon time To swing his axe he swears As he climbs he dares To deliver the master stroke Ploughman wagoner will' and types Politician wit...

“Prisoners Of Dusk” Father, your son on the cross is crying. Crying for the sins that he didn’t make. And he’s dying. Dying for the sins that he wasn’t ashamed. And so father… For what? All the lights I see, are lights that could make me blind. All the eyes...

From the dynasty of the waters Rising from the depths with ascetic discordance Floods of destruction after rains of fertility A liquid taste of slaughter Deity of virulent poison, prowess and endurance From the water tree giving His offering And that w...

Crawling so deeper... Nobody should have to do it that way... Breathing so higher... Having thoughts that are never the same... As I stand here trapped in immortal rites that aren't mine by choice... Welcome the Godless! Living, dying... For something I won't...