Thrawsunblat piosenki

Stars are all we have to connect our diverging lives. Look at the sky from where you are. And know that though we are so far, we see the same stars. Stars are all we have to connect our distant lives. So what becomes of you and I under this fading W...

When she hardened with the cold we would cross her and marvel in her winter-white beauty. Until she awoke and claimed her first lives, in the spring. And as they roll on the riverbed below, Sustenance reclaimed by the neverending flow. Now she’s stole...

Would that the mists envelop me, Tendrils writhing upon my skin. And raise me, on this sombre night, This sombre night of october decline. Would that the mists envelop me, Tendrils writhing upon my skin. And raise me, on this sombre night, This sombre...

I: Spoke The Huntress “Hail, Metachthonic! You there! Chthonic human in this post-natural world. You stand in isolation from the verdant Gaian nation. All you! Welcome to Metachthonia! Thoughtbuilt walls hold you all. You’ve risen from the Earth lon...

Wind still blows. Rain still falls. Earth still alive. Time still burning wildly. I see the lowering darkness, shades beyond black. Stars are points on this ancient map. The only warming solace in this vile place, the only link to the old, forsaken way...

I: Of Consuming Flame There must be more, much more, to life than this electric, egocentric, current circumstance. On this Earth, there must be more than this for Homo sapiens. Homo spirans, Homo amans, Roamer of the Earth for aeons. Thriver throu...

We’ll walk through the day, on down to the bay We’ll claim old Goose River Point So haul on your mugs and growler jugs it’s a long road, but not as long as a dry road We’ll drink the ale and spin many a tale of our comrade’s final days. We’ll pour out...

I: Subterranean Glastonbury shapings; Carnac arrangings. Hypochthonic remnants summon Metachthonic tenants*. Songs of ages past lived and died still neolithic. Lore of ages past has waited for years to come to you. Raknehaugen, Anundshög, draw you...

Stranded here on this wretched pier, The Nihilist dead in the earth. The four urns I bore, and the sorrow I wore Their ash and my grief spread o’er the earth. These burdens done, and these labours won, I can return to my home. These journeys done, and i...

I: The Hammering The mountain looms in the clouds above. Although of the earth, it stands with the gods. It was so easy to stare at screen while all outside was in vibrant green. So I fed the mind while body withered away. Now I put one foot befor...

Digital contemplation Defames natural adoration, Denies mythical admiration. This is the song of our time. Analytical observation Defames mythical incarnation, Denies mytho-human integration. This is the song of our time. But we have seen the earth f...

I’ve seen this continent’s oceans, And all its creatures in motion. But above it all for splendour stands the briny Maritimes. Where the mist and the rain Blast life into me, And the old white pines Stand guard over the sea. Though I have left her as...

Who crossed the Great Atlantic to beach their ships on misted shores, who rode the eastern stormwinds and heaved on the heathen oar. From the land of ice and the land of fire. Past the glacier isle, past the wooded sandy shore. Drink from her flowing...

Brother of mine, How could you thrive in constant peace? Thrive without the struggle for always more? One only lives when at war. Sister, what tidings shall you bring? What spoils and vict’ries shall you ever sing? For what do you stand in your idleness...

I: River With the fresh, fragrant air does the river course by, yet unaware where its hurried course lies. Driven by current, all- encompassing tow, life on the surface moved by what roils below. So as we wend through speech and encounter, the rivers...

Raise your torch to the sky! Fight this darkest of nights! Raise your torch to the sky! Raise your torch to the sky! The light will burn and set us all ablaze, as the sunwheel turns through these dark winter days. Moonless sky, breathing the dark....

I: Still Life I walk the banks of the stream of electric thought for a ford back across. For here I am scattered, thoughts asunder, in tatters. No recollection of having crossed. The stream will always be found among the industrial sound. This is life...

She radiates across the skyline. I have swept through her oak, maple, and pine as a spirit released from corporeal ways, or a man who is still from the kill ablaze. And though I've seen her aflame in the sun, just as I have in the gloom of the rain, and...

Pure April rain replaced by dead April heat. Would it ever rain again? Black earth cracking. Scorched by the sun. The rivers it drained left us dying in the dust. The world changes when it starts to rain. Green radiates against the grey. And we can...

The Nihilist followed me along my path. The Nihilist spoke to me. “You’ve come so far, O Wanderer Only to fall to me. “I am the Nihilist. And I will tell you of this world. I am the Nihilist. And I will shatter your world. “Nothing lasts forever but...