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Echoes
03:52
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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in Ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Fire and Ice
by Robert Frost
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Static rows of hollow trees compose the drab scenery of these woods.
No sun or light of distant stars dare to disturb their dismal mood,
That spirit of primal darkness that comes before all thought,
And is hence reigning supreme over this vast land.
Amidst the lifeless remains of the scourge caused by winter winds,
I roam, in search of the flames to ease the woe of my frail bones.
The sky, that ashen domain, clad in colors of rocks and stones
Sees me, engulfed in the pain that is common to all of my kin.
Alas! The Brahmin hymn has faded away!
I am no wings when me they fly!
A subject to darkness-dwelling Flins!
I went to the wilderness to seek the divine,
To become one with the transparent eye.
Yet my body and soul were crushed by these woods,
Since nature's great throne belongs to the wolves.
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Panacea
08:50
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Aether roars, and throws its fires across the sea.
The kindled horizon alludes to the haven beyond the waves.
The lone soul kept its course along the vale of death,
And follows the birds of spring back to its earthly home.
To roam the sea and the timeless spheres where dead reside.
And the gates release the flow that crushes the mind.
As the scent of the fallen snow echoes in the wind
The psyche wakes, reaching for the deistic light, struggling
To find the all-fulfilling message from beyond.
To grasp its divine lore from deep within the stone.
To writhe under the weight of the sapience so sublime.
To die.
Pontus roars, and throws its fury towards the sky.
The darkened horizon my boon and my tellurian woe.
Hark! The waves revive the songs of war!
As the horrid chants are driven ashore!
And blend with howls first heard back in days of yore!
Behold the astral path - the grandstand of gods!
"And the just man rages in the wild where lions roam."*
*from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: The Argument
by William Blake
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The screams, they roam through the midwinter night.
The coldness conveys the absence of mirth.
The ancient howl for the days we were blithe,
The winds, they feast upon decaying life.
Upon those souls who are untouched by sorrow,
As innocent cries - as their faith grows somber -
Echo throughout the forthcoming morrow,
The starlight fades - corruption lies yonder!
The restless passion of the warring elements bestows
This landscape with a blatant sense of self.
Ructious fires of the sky collide with frozen land,
Depicting the brute force of this primeval realm.
As bright illusions of this world appear before our eyes
-Cordial dreams unwilling to pass away-
Dreadful demons run throughout our bodies and souls,
Exposing our susceptible minds as a perfect prey for this eternal site of death.
Our screams, they roam through the midwinter night,
The coldness conveys the absence of mirth.
These winds, these harbingers of sorrow and plight,
They haunt these woods like hounds on a hunt.
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Nav
03:08
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White do the forests grow in midwinter night,
As the fallen snow rebelled against the birth
Of Spring, effacing the memories of mirth,
Through coldness and frost and landscapes' blight.
Calling for all in the sheltered town
To come out and lay their burdens down!
We hope that the morrow will light the sky of grey,
As all sense in our limbs slowly withers away.
The state of our bodies is a doleful sight,
Robbed from warmth, like a dying star.
Like roots that crush the stone, we are
Defeated by nature's might.
Our dying soul, submerged in sleep
Is one with all the things that seem forgotten,
With all the things that seem obsolete.
Our footsteps in the fallen snow survive.
To Frost! To Wind! That music of the spheres!
Unbent! Renounce! Prevail in this snow!
To vow! Morana! Oath strong like this oak!
To Drown! To Burn! To ashes, and to soil!
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La Mort de l'Hiver
13:10
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Le soleil se lève derrière les sombres nuées.
La tempête de neige a herité la terre entière.
Le temps a flétri la beauté étheré
Et l'oisiveté nous faisait oublier la déférence.
Nos âmes rêvent déjà de l'au-delà,
Mais nos corps sont pris dans ce cauchemar.
Notre cœur est gelé avec nos os,
Mais les cavernes de Vélès restent closes.
Nous sommes pris dans un engrenage infernal,
Comme la haine nous embrasse, nous donne une force bestiale.
Elle nous revigore, elle dégèle nos membres.
Nous persévérons! Déjà, nous avons brûlé la fille de Perun.
Tôt nous élèverons un temple sur son sépulcre divin.
L'anéantissement de l'ordre cosmique est notre destin.
Il en faudra qu'un marteau et une volonté de fer.
L'apparition de l'âme humaine est la faute des dieux.
L'ailleur et le jadis sont moins fort que nous et que notre enfer.
L'être-là n'est pas soutenu par un être de l'ailleurs.
C'est le sueur et le sang de l'homme, qui règnent le hic et nunc.
Alors nous bannirons l'hiver éternel
Et nous prenons tout qui revient à nous.
Ce n'est que l'homme qui peut offrir la délivrance.
Agenouillez-vous devant le nouvel ordre,
Devant l'humanité chtonienne!
A l'aube du futur, le chêne sacré sera divisé.
Nos murs vont séparer le tronc de la cime
et nos sols vont sceller toutes ses racines.
Aucune pomme en or ne peut vous sauver!
Aucune hache! Aucun éclair!
C'est l'heure du crépuscule des dieux!
L'homme revêt champs, bois et monuments,
De sa main dure
Et de maints autres instruments
Par l'ordonnance de sa Nature.
Mais vous, dieux, trop êtes pleins
D'avarice, d'envie et d'orgueil;
On vous doit bannir en exil.
Sans point flatter, nous parlons plains:
Vous n'êtes que des animaux divins.
La fin du monde céleste est venue.
Votre caractère éphémère est gravé dans le marbre
et nous récoltons les fruits de nos efforts soutenus.
Même les dieux ne peuvent pas échapper à la danse macabre.
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Elysium
03:33
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Hrast BY, Germany
No sun or light of distant stars dare
to disturb their dismal mood,
That spirit of primal darkness that comes before all thought
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