Ichneutic piosenki

Barren- except for the inner warmth of the dark shroud, waste land, but within I am clean. I stand alone at the path few have trodden, save the wolves and beasts of the ancient earth, whispering, but I am one and clear in mind, An eternal winter. The fo...

You twist the life I gave you, betrayer, mould emotion to a point, betrayer, and stab me, smiling, in the heart. Veils of deceit fall from your soul, and cursed I still stand tall. With memories wiped of a past now unknown, each night I fight with tortur...

An emptiness and a cold quietness. Lifeless everlasting. Now I see how lifeless, life can be My mind opens to the stars, mapping my path to the fallens lair enshrouded by a realised dream. 

Bloody thanks the night has come, The eternal shade from the unwanted light, and the puppets have fallen, their masters scared. I spit on that. Fall away - light bound foolishness, wash away - light blinded eyes, Step into the pale dominion of truth, and...

All that can be seen through the grey light that carries the rasps and whispers of untold secrets; a forest of darkness, and far off planes... Pathways, passages, all explored. All futile. All comes to this. Alone. Time no longer marked, life no longer wan...

Dark laments rise on shrill winds and dark thunder rises in the canopy of the old wood. I know what comes and wait for my time to take my place in the furious horde. Black dogs barks fill the air from all around, and fury fills my eyes as the wood comes ali...

Shadows persist. Old paths retaken. I return as a ghost but they haunt me also. I am undone. A reach into the abyss, of the past and of myself. A step through the doorway, and a journey beyond. I am undone. 

From this crypt where I dwell, cold fog comes rolling in, crawling through the graves - seeking, Listen! The silence is mine, this eternal night is mine. Cold moon, weak and weary, no need for your cold glow. Tonight you must rest. I will watch the dead,...

Engulfed in void, totally removed, an ultimate hatred, through intense omnipotence. All times, all places, all worthless. Mute pulse of life, disgusting in its being. Psychic links to times and places; "the empty abyss of real fear" Satan, offer me...

When I know hell is here, as the blood drips from my arms, to feel the strength, when your horns pierce the sky. Rising above all heavens creatures, the highest of high in the kingdom of thorns. Immortal purity, Satanically blessed. As the flames grows hi...

Walking in open fields, the heavy night close to me, beasts aware, foretelling the calling. I am alone, warm within, civilisation gone from my mind. Ancient arts forbidden before now known to me. Above the frozen wastes of the ever winter, wolves gather...

On hills far away, where I think of the mists, where green grass rises, and my body feels the chill, Within these ancient black hills, lie the dank and dark, the decrepit and fell, - await the dying of the day. On hills far away, where sun and moon...

Descended from pure night thrones, on hillsides of lord winters cloak. Amongst wood temples, watched by hooded eyes. A trinity, pulled from void. how many times have I laid my blood down for you? For us? A spell bound hatred of form and feature. Through...

Now I see blood red dawning, now I see, dark flames calling, across the planes of the sick light existence and now I know the eternal hate, and now I breathe dead air, A dead soul yet walking still, the half light world of this new essence, I embrace th...

Graveyard silence Memories of man Satanic Omnipotence Distance of time spanned Burning grievance Frost beneath my feet Twilight night above Ghouls of deaths dark fleet Empty my realms of love Empty my realms of love 

Desolate Hillside... Barren landscapes... Voice of the winds fills my hearing, Shades of twilight masks my vision. Here is the domain of isolation of bleak mountain spires, of dead, dark forests, and a hillside where I lay, where knowledge is gained, th...

On the journey to my new past. Sunless life and ecstatic in the darkness. The one long night - where the churches burn. You were waiting, and our heart knew of the cold for the mortals, the warmth for us, the fear of the mortals, the joy for us. I cry I sc...