Profetus

The Undying Blaze of the Sun of the Depths Gives Colour to the sinking eye of the Prophet Over our cleansed bodies Burning like incense Our mouths opened again to receive the ashen rain Silenced be this darkness Between the worlds Where my wounds run

Beholding in Sorrow the Sleeper meets kingly torment Suffocating into the woe of stars He remembers the years pass And what is left of dying flame of retribution" It´ s then, when the last autumn cries a fiery canticle And hums through the trees in t

Forever dying never dead, an old man Something like bile in his veins, as it seems "The serpent did breath it unto my face," you say "As I was younger and blazing Now I am extinguished.... solid stone" Archaic darkness, from wherein da

Fallen stars Under the quiet sun of Capricorn Will I embrace the madrigal of streams? Within the sheltered darkness of my flesh Suffering the astral pain Harvest The Ever grey fields of souls remembrance where frigid lovers bleed to death The mournin