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Domes occulting the firmament
Spires towering the righteous
Enthralled by roaring echoes
Foreboding the final tide
Contagious cry of apathy
Tightening its iron grip
The bitterness of regret
And meaninglessness of grief
Feed on inner repulsiveness
A call from the depths of escapism
Mask of the arisen dread
Carved into immaculate stone
The sudden surge of lucidity
Still dwarfed by the leaning spires
Domes occulting the firmament
Spires towering the righteous
Inhale the wondrous light
From the bottomless chasm
Regurgitate the pitiful waste
That shapes your deformed crawl
At long last, beneath the domes you will be unburdened…
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Into Sepulchral Halls
15:00
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Herald the unsung dirge
Arisen form of the blear nebula
Indistinct, ever drawing closer
Summoned and corporealized
In gnosis, in unrest
In lamentation and grim understanding
of the eternal, sepulchral rite
Slow are the mills
That grind osseous matter
To cosmic dust
What am I?
World’s lifeless extension…
Where to next?
Into sepulchral halls…
Eternal, eternal is the rite…
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Old Recurrence
08:53
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Dispersed dust I inhale
Entrancing light of the flickering flame
I shall make my descend
Into these dark caverns of grief
Where shadows of old self are buried
The onyx vault of coenesthesia
Deeper onward - towards old recurrence
Ouroboros incarnate appears before me
Weary of my sorrow
I seek hands outstretched to relieve me
How perspicuous, all things appear
In the ghoulish light of bitterness
Is it in the nature of all being
Or is it merely my weakness?
In the wake of this fateful hour
In the absence of will to life
The primordial truth, it now occurs to me:
Life is a futile beacon in an eternity of blindness
How can I bear these thoughts
How can I keep on living?
How can I see so clear
Why can’t I resist?
Why?
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The Faustian Winter
21:51
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Lecherous servant of the tides
That weave the existential plane
Begotten from inward exhaustion
Impugn, reveal, what is thy will?
Streams of argentine tears
Dirge of an essence shattered
Thy woes shall be lifted
Winter
Commence thy great augmentation
Augmentation, embodiment
Descendance of the squashing nebula
Perfection of the primal circle
The tyrants of willinglessness
Have summoned equilibrium…
Something unspoken is drawing closer
Ascending from winter’s cold soil
Roots turn into tendrils
Peering into nothingness
Suffer the senses fading
Enter finality,
In this Faustian winter
Enshrined in stillness
Blessed be winter
Engulfed in twilight
Blessed be frost
Time and again spires emerge
Piercing the scarlet horizon
Crumble, return to dust
As earth will be earth
End will be beginning
Winter, commence thy reclamation
Frozen still lifeless quiescence
Time and again values reverse
Hailing a darkened horizon
Crumble, return to dust
As earth will be earth
End will be beginning
Watcher – Servant!
Fear not, for all will pass on
Now that the domes and archways have turned to dust
The burden of remembrance lies upon you
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Lone Wanderer Freiburg, Germany
Lone Wanderer hails from Germany and plays funeral doom metal exclusively.
Lone Wanderer is:
Bruno S. (g, v)
Jakob Z. (d)
Simon B. (b)
Jonas W. (g)
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