Magni Nominis Umbra

There was an ocean, white and frozen
Blackened with my shadow’s eye
That gazed inside the maze I’ve opened
Searching with an looking glass
For the trails that took my soul
For the journey far beyond
The windows of my flesh, now stixed
To the Moon’s nocturnal realm

The emptiness grows black and fades
Into the night as I escape
The fate already written
With teardrops and the winds of time

There was a hill, obsidian mountain
Pouring flames like magma fountain
Smokes painted starless nightscapes
With my breathe, trapped in the air
Cascading rivers of dark blood
That poisoned Gaia’s sacred heart
Turned into waterfalls of dust
Smudging skyland’s with the mists of dusk

Deserts shine with koh-i-noor
Trees wither – oh, Xiberia
Third side of the Moon
Like doors
Opens the planes… Infernal

The labyrinth of wishes
Pacts of blood and long lost whispers
Swallowed by the darkness
And brought to the Kings of flames
Omens form into a promise
Pack of wolves will run with me
Through the gates that no-one crosses
Without forgetting his name

Shallow are the coils – behold!
The pathways lead our dreams like winds
Carry echoes of our warsongs
Embracing the dead like we never lived



Cosmic oceans bleed with comets
Auroras hang like curtains
Hiding thorns I’ve left behind
Cast into the flames of Thine
The dust and dirt shine like a marble
Covering the path I slide
Down to the Earth, cold and blackened
By the shades of trees crumbling to dust

The womb, the cave, the chamber
Leaves turn into a velvet coat
All mirrors turn obsidian, thunders
Freeze within my crawling corpse

The nights you dance away
Embrace my tortured spirit
As I sleep deep in my starless grave
Drunk on mists that crawl above
The meadows silvered with the moon
Somnambulic, yet as stone, catatonic
Praising You

Scarlet waves of rage and hunger
For revenge, shall lead me through
The maze You made to lose their souls
And hang them like flags stained with blood
Oh Priestess of our Babalon, plant the seed of my dark wish
In the garden of damnation, encircled with
Infernal fields
Where blooddrops bloom with victory
Of wolves who hunt the priests
All lies now multiplied by chaos
That twists within my furious dreams

Laylilel, the black moon of Your iris
Digs the hole
And casts the shadow of a nightmare
Swallowing my foes
And darkness nails them in the night
To the crosses they adore
Rotten sheeps exhuming lights
But there’s nothing but the yore
Paved with wounds and skulls
Oh christ, who bursts with us in Hell
Take your worms out of the plane
We’re doomed to rule forevermoreFB_IMG_1492626356382

Deliria, Dementia, Draconia’s Dance

Time cursed to stand forevermore
Eternity shines black as coal
Astral dreampscapes open
As lunatic prophet’s eye
The portals of my eyelids
Two omegas carved in flesh
Seek for the trails in nyctosphere
Daemoniac nymphe already waits
Plutonian flowers on Her head
Scarlet seas cascading from Her lips
The coldest hand I’d ever kiss
And follow through the nights of mist
The footsteps I can nearly hear
Stars glimpsing coldly as they watch
The nightmares lurking from beyond
Obsidian mountains dipped in snow
As thorns on Gaia’s tortured womb
Bleed with visions I’ve foreseen
While Enns flew with the furious winds

Succubi, Lamashtu’s sinful child
Narcissa watered with lava and blood
The flames of Inferno bloom with emerald
The ashes you breathe illuminate the dark
As the flames of Venus run in the tunnels of our veins
Dimension of dementia, liquid winter shaped with fire
Now dance, Deliria, dance entchanted
Conjuring all that you desire

How sweet is the smell of graveyard dirt
And leaves that calm my eyes
Cold air lights with snowy crystals
As Her tongue swallowed the soul of mine
Indigo waves of Acheron still paint Her lustful face
One second spent in Eden costs my spirit cursed to dream in black
Aeons pass as I still drift
The chambers of my heart
Re-echoing the darkest sparks
Of a sigil burnt with Her eyes

Corpse within a corpse
A ruined garden of my ghost

Where trees bloom underneath
The earth –
no path will ever take this curse
The nightside of arcadian realms
Bleeds with what you’d call a prayer
But there’s nothing, only silence
And an incense, lightened with life-coloured candles
Potions mixed with cures for death
My scarlet iris knows already
There’s no beggining, there’s no end
An ornament of dark energies

Now kiss me, Mother, as I finally see
The dawn above the waves of Stix
Now lie to me, oh Lord,
About the Moon which shines pure gold