Wisdom of Dust piosenki

Shining from below, Reflected by fallen leaves. It does not come from the sun, Nor from the distant stars. It still warms me through flesh and muscles, It still fuels my damaged spirit. No plant can grow under its dark energy, Only I can gorge o...

The thumping of blood Flowing out but never back in The slow drumroll of agony The earth drinks my blood Eats the warmth of my body I’ll never have enough to satisfy it No holy revelation No unveiled greater truth Just the last cold breeze S...

Swallowed by stars and bitten by lights Torments turning fast, liquefied eyes A painting of hell, a falling curtain I walk the starlight path beyond The burning walls of eternity disappear Replaced by a forgotten instinct Night at war with thousan...

Here they gather, the weak, the weird, the deformed, They sing a gospel no-one else wants to ear. Tree stumps, moss and an old ruin, Nowhere else are they welcomed. But here they pray and rest, tired minds and bodies An unfrocked priest leads the ma...

Boiling grounds, pulverized earth, A telluric wrath cleanses the world. The great reaping of civilizations, Putting towers down like sunburnt weeds. Sowing nature with the ashes of cities, Nourishing the wilderness with our remains. Our last screa...

A pain so loud that dawn didn’t come A night of sabbath and howling figures What they saw was far beyond What they were searching for A chance to defeat death itself Long grey hair filling the thin space Floating above the pagan signs on the floor...

A breach on the fabric of the universe An old scar opening once again Freeing worlds that never existed, Telling stories that never were. A forbidden time oozes through the gates, Covering reality in ancient lies. Filthy lumps of existence, Coag...

In forests, in lonely nights They speak to me, phantom voices. In the crowded streets of wretched cities, They are never silent, they keep whispering. I cannot decipher their twisted tongues, They murmur secrets I do not comprehend, But they still...

I – witness of the newborn time Devoured by the black primal mud And drowned under what will become light Still dark but soon to be real The maze of creation starts to spill its energy A vibrant yet weak pulse appears So I start walking this ghost...