The great beast Geryon is our way down
Into a place, place in Hell called Malebolge
Divided in ten circles of decreasing width
Corralled in narrow trenches the color of rust
Panders and seducers can not hide
Tormented and whipped by cruel demons
Endless scourge, the whip bites again and again
‘Nother pouch, new sinners dipped in excrement
Silver-tongued flatterers thrown into their own shit
Who are you? Have we met? I can not tell
Feces masks, features hid, obscured by filth
Lovers lies, caked in flies, try to scratch off
But cannot, so they rot in the night soil
Seen enough, smelled enough, we move on
Never stray, don’t delay, or forever stay
Never stray, don’t delay, or forever pay
Never stray, don’t delay, or forever stay
So we come to another pouch, below us I see naught but black, pitch black boiling thick
And there movement below the muck, when a great black demon happens upon us
Malacoda his name, leader of the Malebranche, my guide quells the savage brute
Ten demons are to be our guides, they fight amongst themselves, falling into pitch, leaving us free
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Ecorche
The Frozen Tears Of Dis
The Dead entombed in ice, tears frozen to their eyes
This is their price, for betrayal in life
Still alive in Hell
His body lives above, below resides his soul
Just an empty shell, a demon in control
Still alive, his soul fell Into the frozen tears of Dis, that form the Cocytus
Bloody tears weeping, forever freezing
Witness the cruelty, walled in a cell to starve
His children perished too, he will be avenged
Teeth gnash at the skin
Horribly twisted, attached at the head
Gnawing on his scalp, feasting on the Dead
Entwined as one In the frozen tears of Dis, that form the Cocytus
Bloody tears weeping, forever freezing
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Three mouths, chewing on the Dead, tearing them apart
Six eyes, weep frothy blood, drips down his chins
Forms a, river called, Cocytus
Bat wings, stirring the air, freezing his tears
Satan, fell from above, and landed here
To rule, The Ninth Circle, and those above
His legs, encased in stone, arms in the ice
Rules from, his icy throne, his own prison
Three mouths, chewing on the Dead, tearing them apart
Six eyes, weep frothy blood, drips down his chins
Forms a river called Cocytus
Bat wings, stirring the air, freezing his tears
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Mountains Crave
Ynisvitrin
I drift forth from primeval banks
Beckoned on by verdant fronds
Black boughs part waves of verdigris
Hushed by mantles of grey
With crooked oars
I rend the Silvern haze
Nebulous shores
Confound my mortal gaze
The shrouded distance frowns
The mists darken and bruise
An argent, glowing mount
Cast in effulgent hues
Immense, unearthly mass
A Polyphemic head
Thence we all must pass
The isle of the dead
A spectral spire
Wrought from sable frost
Rises from the mirrored surface
The tideless waters
Sublime in purity
Sweep me away from the failing world
Unto forgotten
regions of the soul
Clad in diamond divinity
My vessel has passed away
To commune with the hosts of grey
Forever in that mount to dwell
Until the peeling of the iron bell
Til the life of the world is done
Sit illumined by a second sun
Transcend time in that pearly spire
Gaze transfixed upon the stones of fire
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Mountains Crave
Istigkeit (We Saw Them Of Old)
Of old we saw the universe with pristine perception
Blank page of pure mind defiled by vulgar inscription
Blind to clear light of the void, dimmed by evolution
Essence and is-ness, we saw them of old
Ancient awareness, we saw them of old
I feel in my marrow, we saw them of old
I know in my spirit, we saw them of old
Gleaming like Enceladus, a coruscating glow
Lights the deepest darkness, its stream forever flows
Man tragically ignorant, cursed with perishing sight
Unseen palaces of differentiated light
Loom
Consciousness obscured
By The Silvern veil
clouds a flimsy raiment
Of boundless space
Before time, entwined in the blackness
Before the dawn of thought
Amorphous sphere, without centre or circumference
Perfect oneness with the void
A galaxy of intense and vital beauty
Domain of the divine
Ascending the clouds of creation
unborn, unmade, unformed
We can feel nothing
We can see nothing
We can hear nothing
We know nothing
Nothing
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Mountains Crave
Clear Light Of The Void
Child of noble family the time has come for you to seek the path
Thy breathing is about to cease. Thy guru hath set thee face to face with the Clear Light;
Earth sinks into water
Water Sinks into fire
Fire sinks into the air
Body fades into ether
Putrefying sun is dawning
Let me hear not of my kin
Their laments and tears of mourning
Aching in my spectral limbs
Remains shrouded and cremated
But wrathful deities Affright
Woe and awe unsublimated
Solemn words sagely insight
May she of white raiment
Protect me through this plight
white stones be my payment
Deliver me unto the clear light
Let the roaring not Affright thee
Echoes of thine intellect
Smoky lights shall not invite thee
Fear not they of grim aspect
Face chrysanthemum mandala
Bathed in transcendental sun
Crumbles chains of bleak samsara
Peace with thee beloved one
Cloaked in the grey light
Isolation, lightless plain
Confounded in twilight
Dementing lunar stranes
Accursed with gnawing hunger
Disembodied, wracked with pain
Astral body torn asunder
Inject the clear light into my veins
[though Stygian chasms beset thee
Looming to the left and right
Holy womb again begets thee
Offspring of mother clear light]
Environs of immortality
Unseen Doorways to living geometry
Luminescence of Infinity
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Mountains Crave
Arise O Magnificent Sun
Arise o magnificent sun
Ignite the world in ecstatic hues
Uproot
From this abode of frost
That we might soar in azure skies
Crumble
Mantle of crippling rust
Reforge
Our grey iron bones
Into lustrous burnished gold
Find the fibrous lightning of our primal line
Fling wide the thresholds of the mind
Become awash with elemental fervour
An ethereal symphony of glory
Reveal a mirror of infinite beauty
Revivify these atrophied limbs
Ease hearts congealed in rigor mortis
Lament not
For the beauty which is not thine
For sun, moon and stars still shine
From our hearts' icy sinews
We implore thee to appear
Crown us with Diadems of fire
Arise o magnificent sun
Incandescence swallowed in divinity
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Mountains Crave
Theophany
Aware!
Embedded mute embryo
Budding in the null space
Intricate root system
Of veins and arteries to absent heart
Tranquil in the current
Voicing the vibrations
Being sheds tears of lead
Submerged in swells of sentient splendour
Kindling of Profound truth
Enriching as it travels
Inferno, bones aglow
I become as we were when we were not
Awakened to the cells themselves
With resonance most thunderous
Aflame with lustre wondrous
At profound truth they strive to tell
Intrinsic eternity
From innermost to nethermost
Corporealise pale ghost
Overwhelming connectivity
I am peace
I am love
Earth beneath
And skies above
Lifts ghosts of words from frosted panes
Rid of fear
sadness and shame
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Harken!
To the song of creation
Alive in jubilation
Awake!
Harken!
To the song of creation
Beatific congregation
Awake!
Harken!
To the song of creation
Attuned to life's vibration
Awake!
Harken!
To the song of creation
Shed mental contagion
Awake!
From silence and tranquility we came and shall depart
Trees and sky and rainfall whisper music in your heart
Gleaming like Enceladus, a coruscating glow
Lights the deepest darkness, a stream that forever flows
Man transcends his ignorance, beyond perishing sight
To Unseen palaces of differentiated light
Uneclipsed moonbeams
First light is dawning
Your heart sings like the
sun in the morning
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Among Gods
Reach To The Stars
The fight with shadows of past
Can't give peace without any lack.
Trying to rise up you fall so fast.
Get a grip! Repentance is as a stab in the back.
When red glowing pierces the sky
No more strength to rise cause of exhaust.
This is a fear of immediate night.
That night is your life in illusory dust.
Stand up! You will forget about pain.
You have confused because of scars.
The scars which made misery gain.
Go through the thorns to the stars!
Stumbling on remorse you wanted be first.
Rushing the sky you are still low.
As though your path was chosen much worse.
Since illusion of reality poisons the soul.
Stand up! You will forget about pain.
You have confused because of scars.
The scars which made misery gain.
Go through the thorns to the stars!
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