...And Oceans - Five Of Swords

Cosmic world soul, devour me!
Reincarnate me from your clear water sediments

Let all your six eyes penetrate my fragile being,
mother of apparitions

Daughter of falling stars, grant me your fire!
Tripartite carrier of apostles, let me rest!

Cosmic: World
Cosmic: Soul
Cosmic: Mother
You are the holder of the key

Cut my being in half
Litter my limbs upon your meadows
Take the rest to the stars

Cosmic: Mother
By your power I will sleep Открыть страницу с текстом

In the fire and splendour,
at the end of the endeavour
Reeling from strain of the flesh,
we are walking through flames...

...into the darkness behind our eyes,
beyond the reach of the gods
Crossing the Rubicon of Mercury,
pouring our ambrosia down

In the void and ether,
at the beginning of the ever
Yet never to enter again,
this wicker man in flames

Midst reeking stench
of salts and formaldehyde
Come and cast yourselves
into the fire!

The smoke above dying embers
slowly gravitates towards new form
The burning of this Vitruvian shape
is to live forever and forever we remain

Smoke rising above the remains
The smoke will always remain

Midst reeking stench
of salts and formaldehyde
Come and cast yourselves
into the fire!

...into the darkness behind our eyes,
beyond the reach of the gods
Crossing the Rubicon of Mercury,
pouring our ambrosia down.

In the fire and splendour
at the end of the endeavour
Reeling from the strain of the flesh,
we are walking through flames...

The smoke above dying embers
Slowly gravitates towards new form
The burning of this Vitruvian shape
is to live forever and forever we remain

Smoke rising above the remains
The smoke will always remain Открыть страницу с текстом

When the first letter is written,
the page has already been torn
When the last chapter is finished,
the cover has anew been restored

The finish of the end
The start of the beginning
The old slumber, the new awake
The awake, the new slumber

When the last letter is written,
the first page is already blank
When the last chapter is finished
all cluster is gone, biding to be reworked

As the cluster returns
and the orbs again blaze
Completing the circle once more

When patina meets varnish
and dried ink starts to run
As the after becomes the before

What's past is prologue
What's asleep shall be awake forevermore

The finish of the end
The start of the beginning
The old slumber, the new awake
The awake, the new slumber

När jag händer in i dunkel igen
Dit där ljusen aldrig slocknar
Där mitt sista blir mitt firsta
Där mitt firsta blir mitt sista

As the cluster returns
and the orbs again blaze
Completing the circle once more

When patina meets varnish
and dried ink starts to run
As the after becomes the before Открыть страницу с текстом

As that reflective surface, in the end, turns towards you
What will you behold upon it's glass and silver skin?

Five of Swords
Choose your battles wisely
Five of Swords
As the card reversed, it became your demise

The self-imposed dealer of blame
The unaare procreator of shame

Paint your colors upon me
They will stay like the water
That already seeped through my fingers
Like water between already worn-down rocks
Oil on water, oil on water

Five of Swords
Choose your battles wisely
Five of Swords
As the card reversed, it became your demise

Self-made judge and juror
Master of conflict and executioner
Self-turned fool and jester
by your benighted sense of the I

Paint your colors upon me
They will stay like the water
That already seeped through my fingers
Like water between already worn-down rocks
Oil on water, oil on water Открыть страницу с текстом

In the damp and somber
where lips sing songs to the worms
A quiet serenade to stasis
the perpetual sleep to affirm

The synergy of body and soil
A coalition in ruin

Whether water or land
engulfs the residual hull
After the last imbibe
the vessel again shall emerge in full

Inhaled adulterators of flesh,
ingested death
Convocation to devastate,
consume, lay waste

Contracted epicure of croup,
sanguine earth
Evocation to desecrate
To barren bones give praise

In the bleak and bitter,
where bodies give rise to gateways
Supple structures in stasis
Disintegration ablaze

The synergy of body and soil
A coalition in ruin Открыть страницу с текстом

When the being becomes two
The impregnable murk ahead
The vertical movement of the entity
The opposite charge of the halves

Ascend to the above
The one of light and ceaseless age
Descend to the below
The one of dirt and decay

Take my mind to the depths
My perpetual light in the void
Feed my body to the worms
My withering shell in the soil

Geocentric promise of relief
Spoken words of geriatric tongues
Uttered vows to sooth the earthly
Hands held and led astray

Ascend to the above
The one of light and ceaseless age
Descend to the below
The one of dirt and decay

Take my mind to the depths
My perpetual light in the void
Feed my body to the worms
My withering shell in the soil Открыть страницу с текстом

Through wolfram and ichor,
I was conjured into being
Among all this blood and bone,
I am supra liquid and stone

I place coins upon my eyes
and wait for death to arrive
Wrapped in a winding sheet,
I wait for aeons to end

Bound in plastic, will I be allowed
to follow, where all the others have gone?
Do these fibres contain all the same the others had?

The kaleidoscope is shutting down and frost dims open eyes
Momentum of the oscillator arm, slows and expires
As the stream of positrons now begins to dry,
all the vital transmissions fall silent and die

I place coins upon my eyes,
and wait for death to arrive
Wrapped in a winding sheet,
I wait for aeons to end

Here at the waning fire
At the end of gossamer thread
Haunted by the urge
to know how it all ends

Bound in plastic, will I be allowed
to follow, where all the others have gone?
Do these fibres contain all the same the others had?

The kaleidoscope is shutting down and frost dims open eyes
Momentum of the oscillator arm, slows and expires
As the stream of positrons now begins to dry,
all the vital transmissions fall silent and die Открыть страницу с текстом

Starvation of the claret
Deprivation of attributes
First take the speech
Then the rest of the self

As the sage blows out the candle
The husk of flesh shall be shed
As smoldering fire slowly burns out
The capsule inherits the earth

Essence and sinews
Lightkeeper and disciple
Essence and sinews
Lightkeeper and disciple

I en magisk cirkel av kraft
Där allt förvandlas byter form
Utan att en droppe förspilla
Magikern trädefram och kärlet fills ygen

Corridors for nymphs
Tunnels for light
Decay of matter
Energy burning bright

As the runner passes the torch
The perennial flame remains lit
Inventing new ways of taking form
The limbless again gnaws its tail

I en magisk cirkel av kraft
Magikern trädefram och kärlet fills ygen

Corridors for nymphs
Tunnels for light
Decay of matter
Energy burning bright Открыть страницу с текстом

After the rain
United in bloom
Upon fields
Beneath stones

And here on the other side of the flickering lights
In absence of existence of luminescence
My mind becomes one with the void
DEVOUR ME!

And here in the ground below the flickering lights
In excess of flesh for efflorescence
My body becomes one with the soil
ABSORB ME!

After the reign
Enshrined on canvas
Written letters
Carved in stone

And here on the other side of the flickering lights
In absence of existence of luminescence
My mind becomes one with the void
DEVOUR ME!

And here in the ground below the flickering lights
In excess of flesh for efflorescence
My body becomes one with the soil
ABSORB ME! Открыть страницу с текстом

Outside the grasp of sanity
Frostration wrapped in leathers
On the other side of the glass
Watching figures dance

At the outer edges of peril
Immobilized in black
In a box made of glass and stone
Where no light of day can reach

Symphonies proclaiming harm
The unbeatable beating within
Reaching boundaries beyond
Casting the singing of seraphs

One for no waves
Two for the setting suns
Three to touch the clouds

One for the calm
Two for the night
and the rest to reach the light

Ingestion from healer’s hand
A slave to the fruit they bare
Famine induced by the ones in white
Where no hunger should be

At the outer edges of peril
Immobilized in black
In a box made of glass and stone
Where no light of day can reach

Symphonies proclaiming harm
The unbeatable beating within
Reaching boundaries beyond
Casting the singing of seraphs Открыть страницу с текстом