NOCTES LYRICS

1. Mirrorland

As diamonds scattered in the dark, from the black side of the maleficent glass.
Nocturnal eyes reflects in me - the Mirrorland.
Spellbinding whispers, enticing songs of Sirens, to the rhythm of my enraptured heart,
so the blood pounds raging through my veins, to the perpetual pulse of dark.
Now ice-cold fingers licks my flesh, like frozen caresses by the dead.
When the final corporeal breath within my lungs I breathe with ease.

So close the door behind my back - unmask reality.
Reveal the secrets of thy heart - oh Mirrorland.
In thy embrace, I shall not fear, though the temporal tempt will never blind me here.
Into thy open arms, thy chaperon warmth, my disguise will fall.

From the heaving darkness I behold, myself on the other side of the glass.
In flesh and blood, an empty shell of memories.
As a statue gazing back at me, a photographic mirage.
A reflection of me still in his hollow eyes, frozen in time.

I turn my head and walk away, throughout my darkened inner maze.
Through veils of memories and dreams, frozen to ice inside of me.
But as I walk this narrow path, I see that everything is glass.
Like mirror walls surrounding me. I can not flee!

Thick fluid fog, fused with the dark, as veils of blackened diabolic art,
with malicious strength, as an entity, as an invisible noose, it tries to strangle me.

So warm, the embalming caress through my skin, and withering body.
Snuffed by the flickering fingers of death. A blood tasting gust of graven aroma,
sweet upon my lips - (as I taste) - the other side.

The kiss of death, like poison through my veins, every breath like claws inside of me.
In the living shades a face appears. I can not move, but my gaze is crystal-clear.
A grin upon his bloodless lips reflects within the darkness of my eyes.

Through doors, where behind the unknown hides,
searching pieces to the puzzle of my life.
Through the black meanders of my mind, through dreams and time.
Forever more my soul will crawl, within the corners of mirror walls.
Trying to flee, to escape from dark, but I am trapped within the endless halls.

I walk away from my reflection, but the shadow of me has engraved itself on the glass.
Etched in the black secret side of the door to the unknown, invisible dreams,
In Mirrorland-forever more.

2. Frozen To Sleep

My canvas smeared with blood-red tears. Lachrymation of the dead.
By life betrayed to endless sleep, to live within a dream.
Once dressed as white as winter snow, now drenched in blood I lay.
The pulse within, like ice still pounds, like frost throughout my veins.

In blindless crawls, through the maze of time,
through the sinister dark, the meander of dreams.
My hear is cold, every beat now hurts.
As a sculpture of stone I rest.

As a statue with a broken heart, in my gallery of dreams as art,
as lifeless drawings to behold and explore, my life within the dark.
Embraced within the veils of death, encircled in its web.
To witness life beyond the dead, on dreamers doss I lay.

A reflection of my past, from the unknown mirror glass,
beholds my sepulchral rest.
As a shadow of me from death torn free,
to walk the path of dreams.

My canvas smeared with blood-red tears. Lachrymation of the dead.
By life betrayed to endless sleep, to live within a dream.
Once dressed as white as winter snow, now drenched in blood I lay.
The pulse within, like ice still pounds, like frost throughout my veins.

I follow his call from the other side and leave my petrified flesh behind.
With the part of me that never died, I finally unite.

Across the twilight sky I fly, to greet the final death, to die.
As an entity I leave this world, eternal sleep awaits me.

The pulse within, like ice still pounds, like frost throughout my veins.

3. Demonica

Moonlight strings are dancing, a violin spectrum upon the twilight mirage.
As shades in the specular surface, music surge, the ocean of night.
Flickering stardust in rapture, tones of midwinter drama.
Unwritten notes - cosmic sparks - painted within the fluid waves of dark.
Requiem - or an astral salute to her birth.

From the sky an angel falls, in radiant white luminescence.
Thorny arms embraces her, in thirsty claws ensnared.
Entangled by her web of pleads, enswathed - in a womb - cocooned.
Emaciated - drained of blood - shivering - convulsive.

The holy Virgin - Mary - Demonica...

Metamorphosis - within chrysalis sleep. Slumbering in dream lands of the deep.
Her broken wings of innocence, now raven-feathered.
From grace to black, the plague divine. Her holiness succumb to dark.

The dark within her sacred heart - redeemed, bursted through her shell of purity.
Blood from angels tearing flesh to weep.
From Celestial heights pours streaming down death's steep.
By blood reborn - ascending from the tomb - in darkly splendor.
A tiara of stars upon the canopy realm - her spanless wings.

And so she raise, as a dragon ebony-veiled.
With ruby eyes, like embers 'neath her crown of sacramental spine.
Baptized in blood, a hidden smile behind Medusa's mask.
In a Danse Macabre, furies by her side.
Her shadow, the dark horizon before my eyes, as black as night.
Goddess of plague and blight - Demonica...

"My breath of frost to petrify, to drench thee into slumber.
In dreams kept in captivity, now free to inverse the throes".
Demonica - like poetry - thy voice within my slumber.
Erotica and endless dreams, like plague to pierce my heart.
The maidens web, as a deadly sheet.
I lay my head upon her knees - to sleep.
In dreams like beams of moonlight streams - her voice infest my rest.

A flicker past the eyelid-shield. Of dreams or veiled reality?
My naked eyes deceived, my mind remains asleep.
Deep within my universe, chimeras are sniffing their shadows,
dancing raptures of purgatory, spawned by the witchcraft of Eve.

4. A Demon From Within

I am the wizard, thy inner mirror, of thy unconscious
presence. A demon from within.

I am the frozen memories, reflections of the past.
In dreams I reveal myself to thee, exploring
the meander of thy mind.

I'm reviving visions left unknown, to make thee see,
thy life to be. I whisper secrets in thy dreams.
I show thee fractions from beyond, thy conscious life
reality. I am thy inner, predacious entity.
In a higher sphere I welcome thee to resign
thyself to me.

Within my dream dominions, I am supreme.
Thy soul is mine to shape, a naked canvas,
to project my paintless drawings,
my demonic fantasies upon.

Colder than ice my black heart pounds.
Within thy thoughts, I am as god.
I am thy inner voice from deep inside.
I make my will be thine.

I thrive inside of thee, thy soul is mine to conquer.
Thy weakness makes me stronger, thy thoughts
is mine to devour. Within thy mind corrosion,
my worms will gnaw.
My tongue commands the legions, of malicious
whispers from the dead, the voices laughing
inside thy head.
I am the wizard, thy inner mirror, of thy unconscious
presence. A demon from within.

I will not rest until my nightmare - is thine.
I'll never free thee from my spell, thy soul is bound,
to within darkness dwell.

A demon from within...

5. Vexilla Regis Prodeunt Inferni

Beware-with the dark I ride as one. When my legacy I reclaim.
As a fallen god, with the lunar legions by my side.
On dragon wings I fly. Behold - the ethereal shades of night.

Pletoric formations of dark dancing past the aeons of the eleusinian vast.
Within a dream, my honour to last, to sprout throughout my blood,
to strengthen my heart.
The heaven torns apart as twilight shreds and thunder.
With a vampire breath I whirl the frost, to storm within my kingdom to come.
Dead winter enthrones.

Vexilla regis produent Inferni.
As a phantom of night I ride, by thy side.

The Archangels revocation of the dead.
The apocalyptic revelation.
The arrival of plague and death.
The Armageddon revolution - to come.

Astral sparks of fire, descending to ablaze.
The landscapes drained by sulphur rain
from the canopy licked by flames.
Shadows walks the earth, to ravish life and glee.
To walk the fields of reverie, sowing dark in dreams to be.

Beware-with the dark I ride as one. When my legacy I reclaim.
As a fallen god, with the lunar legions by my side.
On dragon wings I fly. Behold - the ethereal shades of night.

Claimant - the silence - as blood to my ears.
The battle screams echoes has vanished, faded into the past.

The black sun is falling into the abyss,
with the lakes of dark blood to merge.
The sky is aflame, when I ride through the night,
as a phantom through fire I fly.
Armageddon... The final redemption of wrath.

Dies Irae...

6. The Lost Garden

Tragedy. Blood-wept patters of Eden within my dreams. Mors iauna vitae!
Requiem - aeternam dona eis, Domine. Whispering choirs within the dark.

I lay as dead, my graven dreams as memories, of the enchanted garden.
As the dark is creeping through my coffin sleep, with a sour perfume,
the putrid stench of withered flesh - weeping.

Once bewildering bright, in Elysian bloom, the garden stood vast, as an Arcadian dream,
but chaos arose with malicious intent, to smother the orchards with grim eerie veils.
Petrified angels, dead featherless black, fell as overriped fruits from their haven,
to drown as sinners, in sulphur steam drenched,
in the damp bloodless vein of Phlegethon-Bath!
Sculptured to be...

Marble angels of melancholy, statues of stone by my grave, as sentinels sobbing,
with wings draped in frost, for heavenly life they crave.

The midwinter storms to scatter the leaves, thin and brittle as ice,
as stars upon my grave, diaphanous pale, a bouquet of frostbitten flowers.
Transparent, melting as the anthems of death, the poems I've written are fading,
like my funeral wreath, the weave of dreams, forgotten and frozen to ice.

Petaline jewelry, as stars in the snow, to embellish the wintry embrace,
embedded in darkness, tenebrous haze, I sleep beneath their glimmering gaze.

Over my grave as a spring serenade, flowers forlorn within darkness.
The garden of galaxies frozen to frost. The orchards of Eden by roses and thorns,
overgrown, as the memories-of a landscape forgotten to sprout.
Withering beauty to vanish in patterns of withering dust - in oblivion lost.

Warm I lay in the sheets of the earth, in the dust of the withering garden.
Behind the shield of snowfall I hide - deified - as God of the grievous Eden.

Leviathan coils from the shadows of sleep to fetter my soul to the deep.
Ophidian beast from the darkness to rise, my dreams to nourish and reap.
Quadricornutus serpents, luminous black, breathing an apical hiss,
yearning to bless me with a venomous kiss, with a flickering tongue upon my lips.

Above the surface, lifeless and plain, the midwinter winds to ravage,
to scatter the remnants of memories lost, the garden withered to dust.
I sleep with the dark, silence I breathe, still waiting for life to return.
A time will come, when my death I defy, from the ashes, as a phoenix to rise.

7. Darkside Whisper

[The voice of a feminine divine power]
"For I am the first and the last. I am the honoured one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one. I am the wife and the virgin...
I am the barren one... (and many are her sons)...
I am the silence that is incomprehensible... I am the utterance of my name".

Chaos... Gaia arose from the shadows, to spawn,
the most ancient, tremendous gods.

Erebus unfurls his cloak over Arcadia, his eyes as dark as sin.
His sensuous gaze is yearning for, the gentle light from Eos face.
Selena, pale and tender goddess, on the twilight sky enthroned,
the tenebrous waves of Nyx, with silver sparks,
like ice and diamonds, she strews.

From the Olympus heights, the palace of gods,
the wrath of the vengeful Zeus, like thunder and rain,
to flood the oceans, united in grand deluge.
All is dead, an ocean lies vast and silent,
covers the earth - to drown the sins of mortal life.

The blood-stained Parnassus above the ocean,
to behold a new aeon as Eos raise.
The rebirth of Chaos, life and plague,
another dream to flourish, in the Arcadian soil.

From the shadows of a dark serenade, the origin of legends and tales.
An ode to the undead, the divine and forlorn.
Like whispering voices in me, from the Olympus hymns torn free.
From the Parnassus heights I see, the arriving nightfall to be.

A new dominion, another creation, as gods to walk the earth.
Shadows spawned in the deep, ghastly creatures
emerging from the surgy ocean, so black.

I now can see, no longer blind.
Bloodthirsty tongues speak within me,
Incubi wrath within my dreams
the voices of the maleficent gods, like a crescendo of dark.

Chimaerical whispers from mythical dreams, entices me,
to see with their eyes, the mysterious landscapes unknown,
yet hidden from the blinded mind.

8. The Dream Dominion

Darkside whispers draws me closer, obscures my mind with dreams.

From the lurking dark a serenade. Emotions in rapture are dancing my way.
Chimerical shades of diabolic plague. The overture of dreamers ballet.

Mesmeric voices of the Empyreal, like velvet hands that caresess me.
The enchantment of Sirens, as within a dream that I'm bewitched to see.
With tired eyes as the bewitchment to fade,
I'm able to see beyond the masquerade.
The Sirens hands, now harlot claws that shreds,
my naked skin, to taste my innocent flesh.

Naked pale incarnation of night. Riding forward over blood-shedded skies.
Erotic huntress, for thy pleasure I bleed, like wine my blood shall nourish thee.
Midnight Diana like a flickering dream. Revelation, me from life shall redeem.
Moonlight jewelry in her ebony hair,
as one with stars in her spellbinding shimmering glare.

I taste a kiss from her sinister lips, within my veins now flows,
the blood of the angel of death.
Like the whispers of night through the shadows.
By wisdom drunk from the fountain of dreams to come.
A silhouette towards the drama of nightfall,
in silence I remain - my time will come.

I close my eyes, drunk by the knowledge of secrets.
I drown myself in the fountains of time.
I hear the sound of angels weeping,
to greet my sleep among the dreamers, in the land of divine.

Nocturnal voices through the shadows of dreams,
towards the twilight, draws me closer to thee.
Thy mirage beckon me to see the unseen,
a fleshless spirit upon the moonlit scene.
I dance with fallen stars, above the icons of gods.
My mind is free to soar, within the spherical dark.
I vanish into thee, oh mistress of mysteries unseen.
My heart shall beat as thine, as we embrace under the blood-shedded sky.

I taste a kiss from her sinister lips, within my veins now flows,
the blood of the angel of death.
Like the whispers of night through the shadows.

9. Persephone

Fingers cold as ice to strangle as together we lay in our deadly embrace.
The winternight fullmoon proclaims our marriage,
our funeral romance under the shadow of death.
Behind her smile, within her body they crawl, maggots feasts upon her.
My bride now to be, as with her rottening lips, a venomous kiss she gives me.

As lovers we lay, while the darkness we sway.
United in death in our deadly embrace, in hedonic disgrace.
As silhouettes wrapped in somniferous plague.
I desire for thee, oh pestiferous queen,
amorous bride in lustfilled sensuous dreams.
Together with thee in phantasmagorian sleep.
A field of unknown pleasures, fruits of passion for us to reap. An erotic tragedy.

Symphonic memorial requiem, as whispering tones to our grave.
An orchestral ode us to welcome, to Hades domains of the dead.
By darkness caught in its smothering snare.
Lifeless we lay under the corpsecandle flare.
But the fire still burns in our hearts.

Persephone. I crave for thee as I, slowly dies.
Like poetry, thy whispers in my mind. Forever to dream under the cloak of time.

Like visionaries of the dark we merge, together to explore.
Our passion, hidden, from the depths of our hearts, now to reveal our sacred love.
As lovers we lay in graven glare, by ambrosia drunk in somniferous atmosphere.

Behind her smile, within her body they crawl, maggots feast upon her.
My bride now to be, as with her rottening lips, a venomous kiss she gives me.

As lovers we lay, while the darkness we sway.
United in death in our deadly embrace, in hedonic disgrace.
As silhouettes wrapped in somniferous plague.
I desire for thee, oh pestiferous queen,
amorous bride in lustfilled sensuous dreams.
Together with thee in phantasmagorian sleep.
A field of unknown pleasures, fruits of passion for us to reap. An erotic tragedy.

As moonlight spreads its ablazing gaze upon the realms of Hades.
Frozen in a raptured embrace as sculptured art of frost, as one,
accreted in our death we lay.
Her face is pale as wintersnow, her body is numb and bloodless.

10. Carnifex

With ebony-feathered wings through the dark I fly.
I am the night-spirit.
Like a shade upon the star-spangled sky.
Alone, like a voyager of dreams - unknown.
I fly away - through the shimmering moonlight.
I ride the frozen winds of twilight until the end of time.

The sun has fallen from the sky, into a roaring sea of blood to drown.
Never again to spread its tainted light,
upon the flooded shores of Eden.
Never more - will the sun arise from the horizon.
All is dark and silent.

My raven eyes, like astral fire, beholds the desolate lands below.
I feel the pulse of nocturnal wisdom - within my heart.

Enrobed in black - above the meadows of Eden.
The moon reflects upon my - somber wings.

So endless dark, the aeons to come will be.
I soar into another dream.
I am as one, with the night that burns in me.

From the gardens of stars a carillion serenade,
invites me to the twilight, invisible, ballet.
Dancing with ghosts I darkly parade,
as a shade in their grotesque act of masquerade.
Behind a smile of revelation I hide, under the cloak of time.
I'm the misanthropic Messiah in disguise, from the shadows to rise.

The drencher - divine. A deluge from my celestial skies.
Spattered in blood, my angels I deign to drown.
Dei gratia…Carnifex.

Another dream, from sinister tongues, whispers crawls in me.
"The vast is thine - without form, and void".
All is calm. Beneath my wings the plain lies dead and silent.
Another dawn, a new beginning.
Another breath before the dark.

11. De Profundis Clamavi

Laughter, in every corner, the devil smiles within me.
Creeping shadows, hungry eyes, thirsty claws from dreams torn free.
A spectral masquerade, in eerie veils of dark,
the ghosts are gathered in a fleshless Danse Macabre.

Silent whispers - the beast approaches - an itching breath upon my naked skin.
Monstrum horrendum, informe, ingeus, cui lumen ademptum.
Demon claws streched out for me…

But when I close my eyes it disappears. I'm still alone within myself.
Oremus!
Munda cor meum ac labia mea. "The void is dark and so is thee".

Behind the mask of weeping stars, a black and bloodless heart,
behind the shield of mirrorglass.

With broken wings in the dust they crawl,
the angels feathered in dark, as dying slaves of a withering god.

A voice to strangle me, like dead fingers upon my throat…
"Obey me! Let me sculpture thy flesh to reflect my dreams,
purge thy blood to be, from death and darkness - forever free".

I close my eyes to fall asleep, within the dust of blood and shattered memories.
Another dream… De profundis clamavi…







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