1. |
The Ides of Death
08:51
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The lost sights of the blossoming meadows
Carved my return, in her draining eyes
An abstract breathless path, now awaken
Carved my return, amidst a suffocating past.
The lost sights of the blossoming meadows
Carved my return, in her draining eyes
Failed drops of hope, summer's dreary rain
Dripping fear, into the ides of pain.
Riding reflections of black and white,
Perpetual shades of a vanning May,
Riding reflections of desperate night,
My lost and found, undesired lurking grey.
Ides, ides of rain,
Ides, seclusion in flesh.
Ides, ides of pain,
Ides, in my hours in Death.
Ascend into the pillars of seduction's loom
Wherein undesired agony fades and fades.
Surrend the pleasure's fever - the ides of rain
A dance to abide, into (the) numb eternity.
The lost sights of the blossoming meadows
Carved my return, in her draining eyes
An abstract breathless path, now awaken
Carved my return, amidst a suffocating past.
The lost sights of the blossoming meadows
Carved my return, in her draining eyes
Failed drops of hope, summer's dreary rain
Dripping fear, into the ides of pain.
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2. |
Nocturnal Sun
08:08
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How could sanity, for the phantom's bleed,
To blossom in wisdom, from a shapeless seed?
The torment of disarraying sights,
In blackness, sickens all minds
My nocturnal hive.
How could pleasure, for the phantom's yell
To be felt anew in this empty shell?
The cage of a cycling past,
Memories to emerge all lust
(Into) My imminent cast.
Incarcerated in a deep suspended loop
Endless desolation, obscure isolation
A journey into suffering's skeletons
Awaiting serene, phantom's euphoria.
Spirals of a dormant lost confession
Egresses from an abyssal surface - the confinement,
Levitates the passage of confusion
Hypnotized by its fading cycling - the alignment.
Dark tunnels of this consciousness,
Flooded with its dripping fear - an eternal run.
Trials to encounter the awareness
Into the shadows of a dazzling unknown - eternal Sun.
Summer's endless desolation,
Summer's craving temptation,
Nocturnal isolation...
How could sanity, for the phantom's bleed,
To blossom in wisdom, from a shapeless seed?
The torment of disarraying sights,
In blackness, sickens all minds
My nocturnal hive.
How could pleasure, for the phantom's yell
To be felt anew in this empty shell?
The cage of a cycling past,
Memories to emerge all lust
(Into) My imminent cast.
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3. |
Tears of Rust
03:43
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Instrumental
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4. |
Moonlight Melancholia
08:07
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Lay of the forgotten ethereal leaf(s),
Unfurls the still pleasing eye,
A breeze of autumn's forlorn deeps,
Cycle over the rudder of time.
A shattered distant voice
Echoed the quiet forest.
A hallowed dissonant song,
Selene's desperate call.
A blinded estranged gaze,
Splendor of all horizons.
On all sights, silence commenced to hearken awhile
For her words, abides astray in stillness - a smile.
Still lurking fears art, secluded into the stars,
Behind the rusty mask, guardian of today's scars.
Perturbation!
Exceedance!
A soughing wind craving in disarray.
Frustration!
Grievance!
Driven into this dreamless gateway.
Dive into this void of water, (let it go...)
The endless healing wash over, (...leave it flow...)
Dive deep, wherein purity dwells, (...let it grow)
for all the solitude forever wounds,
Thy melancholia drenched cold.
Lay of the forgotten ethereal leafs, (Under the moonlight weeps)
Unfurls the still pleasing eye. (Glimpsing shy...)
A breeze of autumn's forlorn deeps (...wherein wisdom sleeps)
Cycle over the rudder of time. (Darkened sublime)
A shattered distant voice
Echoed the quiet forest.
A hallowed dissonant song,
Selene's desperate chorus.
A blinded estranged gaze,
Splendor of all horizons.
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5. |
Winter's Calling
08:44
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Daylight uttered desperate farewells in cries,
For skies loomed a premature dawning in lies.
An avalanche of destruction be-bother the sights
Avalanche of perdition, the uncanny frost bites,
In despair, in demise, a natural furry ignites
Resurrection of grey, in every winter's nights.
A sudden wander upon the silent halls of nature,
Awakens darkened horizons, a ghastly craving future,
An everlasting void, skies of starless portraiture,
An everlasting winter, beautiful raving creature.
Winter, winter's falling!
Winter, winter's calling!
Recalling the absent phantoms, corpses I once wear
Through my cast's wasted pain, I wander elsewhere,
A feverish dream, a riddle was shown, at last, aware,
Through these sharpen thorns, a shinning nowhere.
It was the eternal winter, a sorcery of betray
It was life's all unpleasant, a woeful dismay
It was an everlasting birth of a nocturnal day,
It was light who trembled, once secluded, gone astray.
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6. |
Motionless Self
05:28
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Wandering on the path of every novel beginning,
I found myself motionless, again and again.
Airs of seasonal strange, as my mind is stolen,
For the once ignited desires - resting frozen.
Inner self, wherein landscapes are failing
Winter's poem, written with a poison pen.
An imminent blow, of the inner winds,
Amidst the warmth, of a wounded tree,
A soulless symphony of all ghastly sounds,
In its serenity, to be howled an agony.
An imminent scream from the endless-to reach bottom
Deafened the gloomy skies, in their grey to be hold
A dirge for the paralysed, (and) unseen fate's fallen
Behind the always-broken wings of a motionless self.
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7. |
River Noir
07:19
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A premature dying fire,
Myriad of evil desire,
Enslaved by the flood,
Shattered all my blood.
The river's flowing a tear,
The river's flowing near.
Deep in riddle's lore
Trembled essence core,
For curses art summoning
Aghast dreams of drowning.
The river's flowing a tear,
River! Rewind my fear.
As shores retreat,
An abyss of water
Submerged in disarray,
Submerged in slaughter.
Oscillating thorns onto the regressive body,
An insipid despair, a vessel to sustain
Last union with nature's peaks of pain
Unfolding the continuance of this disharmony.
Behold the drenched hazel eyes,
Serene, amidst river's sudden
Anchored thoughts, an inane floating,
Amongst spring's surly storms.
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8. |
The Tempest of Loss
07:34
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The sickening hands of the pianist,
Numb fingers, never to rewind for long
A reflection, in its divine song,
The broken mirror of the narcissist.
A chaotic fallen force began to drain
All colorful pleasures, in its innocent slay,
As in every sunrise, spared to remain,
Lays in the clouds, the tears of (the) day.
A chaotic fallen force began to terror
All colorful pleasures, in its shinning collapse
Shards of monstrosity's sinister mirror,
Tempest of loss at spring's (morbid) climax.
Day's absence of an ideal,
It seems the pain's unreal.
Of life's silenced tread,
It seems just dark ahead.
The soughing winds, from the deeps of the oblivion
Carved the dreadfulness on the statue of adaptation.
Lurking souls, behind the veil of cemented tears,
Dripping in eternity's euphoria, a frozen suffering.
Day's absence of an ideal,
It seems the pain's unreal,
Stranded amongst a woeful tree,
It seems it speaks to me.
The soughing winds, from the deeps of the oblivion
Carved the dreadfulness on the statue of adaptation.
Lurking souls, behind the veil of cemented tears,
Dripping in eternity's euphoria, a frozen suffering.
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9. |
Shades of Despair
03:58
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Instrumental
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WOM (or Winds of Mayhem) is a one man black metal band from Cyprus, formed in 2011 by A.
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