1. Up From The Blackest Of Soil (Ascension Theme)

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2. The Seventh Sunray Enlights My Pathway

...Restless I seek
For unfathomable spheres of invisible light.
Sombre sources lead me astray,
Allure me into the night.

"The exhausted vagrant on his path to perdition"

Echoes of my past life I despise.
The cycle of seasons on this surface motionless lies.
Away – relieve me from the origin!
A breath – apart from smothering wilted skin.

A celestial voice:
"The seventh sunray enlights your pathway.
You feel drifted in a squall – a blast,
Ascending from where sylvan meadows last..."

3. Shapes Of The Pursuers

From time immemorial light touches soil
As the sun sinks into the underworld.
Drags along spiritual ascension,
Divests shelter of the innocent.

Shivering I gaze
Upon the flickering nightshades.
Silhouettes whisper the forthcoming decease.
Hence – you shapes of the pursuers!

4. Skywards – A Sylphe's Ascension

Unbound the aerial sylphe ascends.

From all-devouring abyss to the upper world.
Soars – to infinite spheres unseen.
Seraphically finger's towering tree-tops.
Divides all the blackened skies.
Turns past the everlasting eclipse.

To the sun – the source of life.
Spirits & senses – drag me up
Amidst your breath.

5. Mesmerized

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6. Entangled Whispers In The Depth

Down below in the desolate depth,
As far as the eye forgathers with the dreadful curse,
Horizons open and split the earth.
Spectral sombre lights envisage their rebirth.

I sense the arrival
Of pernicious invisibles,
Of entangled whispers in the depth.
A plague of unborn emerges out of summoned tides.
A never dying fever?
A vision crystal clear?

Thousand tongues burst my veins.
My arms open wide,
To embrace the dead,
The unborn child.

7. Scattered To The Four Winds

On high!
Impassioned like svelte sylphes we fly.
Carried by perpetual circles of seasons.
Aside to wind and breath – the archetype symbols.
Now dispersed we are.

Up to the solar shrine – to pass the archways divine!

One cold inhale to leave the pale – the ephemeral.
Set ablaze our sensory pleasure.
Now scattered to the four winds we are.

8. On A Scar's Edge To Infinity

Arriven under a frigorific sun.
Nebulae cause a sudden inroad of cold weather.
Here I stand on a scar's edge to infinity.
Merely one step afar.
Winds – seize my spirit – set me free.
Never-dying I will be,
Dewdrops down along my finger-tips I see.

Decennaries left behind,
When I behold my unconscious mind.
I left my lurking-place to follow the luminary.
I am now at loss for words and enter sanctum,
Not another decennary.

9. Lour Pulse

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10. Fear My Hatred

Faces – hidden faces,
Be sure – no one hears your cries.
I was born in times of hatred,
Moments – hours regret lies.

My insane hate inside is growing.
No regression [I foresee].
Fear breeds in your scent of dying.
Fear – my hatred is your destiny.

Silence whispers now in thousand voices.
As you're crawling – as you're falling.
Farewell of life the only choice is.
A horrid dimension for you opens to drown in.

11. Insane Chaosphere

Mesmerized – hidden inside.
Fallen through endless corridors
Until finally black turned to white.

Descended aeons after aeons
Nigh to the end of all life cycles.
Passed portraits,
Memorials of reflective times.
Creatures manipulating prophetic signs.

A scythe for the final harvest!

All around seems almost sear
Within this insane chaosphere.

12. Life's Last Embers (Farewell Theme)

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