Schammasch piosenki

I have seen all that is done under the sun, and behold: All is emptiness. I have seen all that is done under the sun, and behold: All is emptiness. I have seen all that is done is emptiness and affliction of the spirit... Vidi cuncta quæ fiunt sub...

solitary are all things which are complete craving for completeness, other than the words in stone while far above all things God awaits, the ultimate alone o solitude - how many have mistaken thy name for sorrow’s, or for death’s, or fear’s only thy ch...

numb to pain from wounds eternal I step into the void of fear this, my holy land sepulchre of direction sepulchre of will in which I seek abjection as we strive to reap defection the essence of illumination heralding divine creation split my tongue,...

The swords of rapture we proudly bear, the crackling fires of untruth in which we burn through the days, and the dark waters of dreams in which we drown at night. The blazing skies at a new dawn, the prayers that we blindly babble, the golden purity of...

an open heart released the eye that guides limitless light torn apart and fulfilled by darkness in dismal height nameless countless shapeless boundless nothingness the essence of god lies in the absence of man highest deep reveals before the first...

O beloveth sons Giving destruction a voice Incompareable and yet hidden so carefully Behind the veils of secrets Born of pestilence and plague Of blackest dust, their storms Of purest ecstacy, their wrath And highest walls will fall As I try to unders...

Over there in a grove surrounded by flowers slumbers the Hermaphrodite, sound asleep upon sward, drenched with his tears. The moon`s disc is clear of the cloud mass and with pale beams she caresses this smooth youthful form. His features manifest the most manl...

"And the Lord spake; I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth, both man and beast and the creeping thing and the fowls of the air. For it repenteth me that I have made them. And behold, I do bring a flood of waters upon the ear...

Through the branches of the trees the awakened birds gaze rapturously on his malencholy visage. The nightingale is unwilling to utter its cavatinas of crystal.The wood has become as August as a grave because of his nocturnal presence. Stands several paces back...

wandering through the refuge of my dreams nightmarish blessings to speak decay in shrouds and fragments this place steams in the mist of butchered mind I became nothingness I became abyss of expression embracing the poison as hunger that keeps me awake...