In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan Earth stood hard as iron Water like a stone Snow had fallen Snow on snow on snow In the bleak midwinter Long
boy a sad ride on the line again oh the bleak mistake boy you're no one not a sad one not as savior more a failure bleak what an angel what a mess you
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak
your own disease Parasites Full of lies You've got nothing left inside Bleak Bleak - like crass Bleak Bleak - like crass Bleak - fucking sick Bleak
The old man before you Is not reality What I saw and tell you so None deemed it to be true A cry of dismay Turned my hair into gray And the odour of
Night... silent night Snow on the roof My breath turned to ice My mind was aloof Cold winter moon Shone through the reed Glistering frost What night
A cheering light I've never seen My days are bleak Sans the serene These ancient walls I never left From balming sleep I've been bereft Solitude has
In the steaming morass Of a newborn earth Lies the formless mass Which to all gave birth In a sea of sludge Of immense extend Lies the thoughtless mass
A pure and lovely child Sweet beyond deny It crept into its soul one night Unseen by human eye Lucifer - Azazel - Belial - Seth The devil has many a
When the moon is on the wave, And the glow-worm in the grass, And the meteor on the grave, And the wisp on the morass When the falling stars are shooting
A gold-horned moon hung high - Its heart began to beat With the fire of its eye no ember could compete Wolf-fiend, Mannwolf, Loup Garoux Olden Legend
Up on the hill In picturesque light Lies peaceful, still A burial site The gateway creaks I scare myself Some doubtful peeks The clock strikes twelve
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A painter I have been For as long as I can think But never quenched the feather Into the firkin of black ink My motif's been of beauty Diluted and too
["The Black Pharaoh Trilogy" Part 2] An ancient shining crystal of non-euclidian form Made of no earthly matter in a primal cosmic storm It flew amongst
Thou, dweller of the nightsky whose voice is thunder and storm, thy allies are chaos and glory, thy realm is darkness adorn Thou, slayer of apophis who
From the ice of the poles to the dry lands in the south It was written on old scrolls or has been spread by word of mouth In the forests of the old world