Floating inside
A scar concealed
Birth of the mask
To their eyes revealed
In your thoughts
Escaped reality
Forgotten memories
Highway to insanity
Serene awakening
Expelled reality
Morning darkening
Endless discovery
Everlasting breath
Final recovery
The blood splashes through the door
As the blade opens the jugular
A cascade of tears covers the floor
The occult entrails the altar
For the room is in the woods
Wide deep in the gloom
Carving in the moods
In lighted by the moon
And the witches run free
In the horror of this land
The blood born in trees
At the vampires fang
The ocean is drowning
From the trickery it has seen
For dead are blossoming
Hell… It’s Halloween!
It doesn’t make much sense but is the intention that counts…
Nas trevas do horizonte
Longínquo e distante
Cerrada, a chuva esconde
Uma forma que me espante
A brandura do oceano
Acaricia o penhasco
De onde nasce insano
A sombra e o carrasco
E vejo a inquietude
Na figura relutante
Que se arrasta na finitude
De um movimento dançante
Na ondulação ele mergulha
Num voo rotativo
Na espuma borbulha
O corpo explosivo
Num murmúrio de silêncio
Pela dor que não sente
Crepúsculo de sentencio
“Through metaphor, we can only paint a picture. The shapes and colors can only be realized through meditation on the metaphors and doing the work itself. There is no substitute for the latter, and, while many have not practiced Goetic evocation as classically described, they have evoked "unawares," over and over again, the same powerful forces and demons which have both helped and hindered them.”
“Evil is an "externalization" and "objectification" of something fearful, horrifying, or different. Evil can be a label for something as simple as a person or an object that frustrates us. Evil is pain.
Evil is the enemy. Evil is the Gods of other men. Evil is the night terrors. Evil is the overwhelming feeling of falling apart. Yet all these images are non-sense. Evil like other ideas exists because we as humans exist. Nature knows not Evil, neither Good, nor for that matter Law. These are creations of the human mind, "explanations" which help us quiet the "terrors of the night." The human mind requires the belief in "its" idea of order" for the sale purposes of the human mind. Thus the nature of evil is the human mind.”
Aleister Crowley, in The Nature of Evil
Leaves glow in dusk reflection
In a sea of dim light
Craving the shadows for protection
From the sun and is sight
Prospecting the oblivion
The eyes lure in the gallows
The manacles of ion
Black energy discharge in shadows
That dies through day
From the light exposure
Entailing the decay
Is the infinite of the night
And the body lifeless
In the joy of the light
Expectations run wild in the mist
Abroad the ocean that sleeps
In the opposite confrontation
Of a silent detonation
The wind sails methodically
A vacuum of sage
Raging smoothly
The veils of sacrilege
In a atmosphere of abomination
Abhor and tremble
The anxiety for salvation
The blood handles
In a throne of shadows
Of agony and despair
A divided hollow
In the black blare
Once enthroned
Amid wolfs and rain
Became entombed
In heavenly pain
Crepúsculo de véus
Da vida encantada
A morte dos céus
Na alma queimada
Na rosa estendida
A noite seduz
A entrada perdida
Cresce a discórdia
Na noite pendente
Narra-se a história
Orquídeas em espiral
Entre corpos reais
Bebem corvos de sal
As feridas fulcrais
Perdem-se gritos suspensos
Na escolha da ementa
Vagueiam olhos imensos
Dos deuses esquecidos
A Fénix faz o ninho
De ramos enternecidos
De sangue e esperança
A arquitectura é ramificada
No choro da criança
A vida é gerada
The howling sphere rejoice
Embracing the wounds of sorrow
The detriment of choice
In the emerging hollow
Deep in morning scars
Wolfs are carved in stone
Moaning to the stars
Constricting the spawn
Mauling and screaming
Upon paths of desire
Bleeding and grieving
Though a moon of fire
Rough and fierce
The altar of despair
Grow and pierce
The stain is fair
And the wolf cries
A river of howls
The rose dies
In a thorn of shadows
It took us ages
To became what we are not
Once betrayed by our pledges
In a world that we forgot
And there is seclusion
In the lies we’re fighting for
Walls of illusion
A transparent mask abhors
And a broken heart consumes
The life of the soul
Minute by minute exhumes
Like an horrid maul
Blood paints the sky
Over and over again
In a silent cry
The architect plan
Na abstinência da vida
Filtrada pelo medo
Na motivação esquecida
Cravada pelo credo
No sono contido
Dorme faminto
O monstro perdido
Na alegria do ser
De querer e não ligar
A vontade de pertencer
Onde Deus não habitar.
Emerso e omnipresente
A Lua que seduza
O sol do ocidente
A memory lays there
Out of earthly reach
Where angels bare
And demons weep
In grace repent
And carved wounds
Centuries spent
In revolting gloom
Angels regret demonically
With entwine accident
Demons rejoice angelically
Abhorred in sapience
And nowhere has it stayed
Alone in hecatomb
Exhausted by prays
Shouted from the womb
Dias solarengos
Nas horas perdidos
Em sinfonias de crescendos
E encantos escondidos
Sente a vida no horizonte
Distante e sem fronteira
Na procura de uma fonte
Em selo… inteira
A procura da luz
Naquele lugar misterioso
A escolha que seduz
Sentimento piedoso
No limite da maldade
Em torno da monotonia
A busca da identidade
Em gritos de agonia
E cantos silenciosos
Estendidos pelo universo
Desfilam ansiosos
Na mente disperso
A glass beyond the eyes
Where reflections fly
The focus of light shines
As the spirit aligns
Under the blooded moon
We forge the allegiance
For the winter monsoon
Grieving tears flow
In a distant smile
Pouring the fallow
In a cover guile
Sober in slumber
In tender perfections
Aghast the blunder
Arising conceptions
Expelling the rain
While the souls entwine
Abhorring the stain
Embracing the concubine
(As) I walk amid the river
Where my soul drowns in tears
I face the agony foretold
And the rise of all my fears
I know it inside
My veins have cover
The rise of my pride
Your ghost lingers
Beckoning my soul to rest
Grasping fingers
Commanding my breath
To diffuse my thought
All lines prevents
What your memory brought
Inside the cold
Constraining the sadness
And what she holds
Never again in this horrid veils
Shall your essence lack in my veins
Clouds conjured by moonlight
The rain will fragment the night
Bring me the water in which I flow
Carry the pain to where I grow
Leave me my soul for that I know
Darkness reborn in me to slow
Send me the rain
Unleash all my pain
Break through the barrier
Of joyful disdain
The eyes succumb
Reaching the holiness
Ad-infinitum
