„(…) along the Banks Of four infernal Rivers that disgorge Into the burning Lake thir baleful streams; (thir = their; Anm. d. Weltensammlers) Abhorred Styx the flood of deadly hate, Sad Acheron of sorrow, black and deep; Cocytus, nam’d of lamentation loud Heard on the...
I walk the stars beneath the void, A million years has been destroyed. Watch out for me with eyes unseen To where no thought has ever been. Gained countless worlds for my own sake, A poisoned gift, dead in its wake. Bound am I by Time and Space, Put doubt and fear in...
Thought’s shape shifting stories May bewitch your morning glories. Listen to them closely though: Beware of what your fear will show. Their torment, even their carress Will haunt you nonetheless. They blind you, make you see Your bonds and set you free. They wash over...
Love falls in for Hate, Chance is gambling with her Fate. War’s then tearing into Peace; The dices – never cease. Good embraces Evil lost; Or what say you, Father Frost? Joy undone by gnawing Sorrow; Man the watch!, for demons follow. Morrow’s Day improves the...
Creaks and groans Scare my old bones. Shatters and clatters, And nothing else matters. Trickling blackness beams Or so it seems; What eerie bleak noises From dead old machinery Of winter’s sad choices In dripping crimson scenery. Deep down secret cellars The past will...
(N)Euer Senf – mittelscharf, wenn’s geht