1. The Barren Lands

These are barren lands
Of steer and cold
Desert night
Of frozen time

Endless fields of –-
Has lost is trail
The blood of war

Cold lair
Howling winds of sand,
Hunger, violence, solitary, godless

This scenery
So far so burned
So beautiful
It yearns for more

These are barren lands
Of steer and cold
Desert night of frozen time

Unforgiving heart
Giving into the ways of wars

This is a lions lair

2. A Grave Inversed

Sandstorm
Breach of burning skies
Unyielding tempest of eternity and timeline
Chaos – all consuming sanctuary of reigning fire

Sacred heart of frozen soil
Unholy
Apocalyptic death cloud

Unbarred
Disputed not held
Authority

Floating 6 feet above the ground
The presence of a smiling elder face

Sandstorm
Breach of burning skies
This sanctuary with recourse

3. After

White like deathbeds
Grief-worn sheets
Winter occupy the planes

And this is the after
The ending of ends

Ghostly death-cries
Soar the heavens
Like starving vultures

And this is the after
The ending of ends
This is the after
Where nothing transcends

White goes blanc
And no eyes meet
Snow-blind skies dissolve

Bright, limbo edges, overexposed
Reflects the inner core
A solitary Rinthra's Hell

Temples collapse
In a rumbling choir
To empty nights

Heaven meets earth
A fight to the death
Forever no more

4. Frozen Lakes On Mars

red fiery star, god of war
blood stained archon in the sky
far beyond the reach of those again

from the west, from the east
burning red, terror completely
to watch the throne, cranial vent volcano
upon this temple gave out of all who came
this impending cranium

blue eyes like frozen lakes on mars, made fury
that there once was life inside
blue eyes like frozen lakes on mars,
the cold remains the fires died

the mountain crown, has surpassed sanction
the hermie final rapture, the ultimate descent
into the deepest Valley of death

drained in the all consuming sands of
far beyond the reach of those again

Blue eyes like frozen lakes on mars, made fury
that there once was life inside

blue eyes like frozen lakes on mars,
the cold remains the fire dies

5. Undercurrent

Quiet surface
Blurred reflection
Heaven's mirror
Calm awaiting

Like glass until it breaks
Like glass until it breaks

Peaceful silence
Pressing void
Moving shadows
In the melody

Like glass until it breaks
Like glass until it breaks

No ships set sail on this ocean
No longing gaze from the shores
No screams drowning in (septic) storm
But echoes of remorse

A formless drift was sculpture
sorrow bound, the sunken tower
world is broken
long lost kingdom
this wrecking Atlantis

Now beyond the prominent sun
the call of crystal waves
the (crops) of crimson fire
as the ocean drinks the sun

Deep deep down
the mouth of pandemonium opens wide
deep deep down
when it's not that beast
when it's not that beast
not that beast

6. Austere

Black silhouette upon black and ashes seered
Cold hand receives this battered stone,
This battered stone.

Twilight caress the windswept features,
Unyielding shadow blacker still,
It's shadow black austere

All the waves that dead gaze on the horizon,
Into clouds, massive thunder blazing with fiery mounds.
Of fiery mounds.

Black silhouettes
It's shadow black austere

7. Heaven's Black Sea

Emensity over
With sterling eyes
Above the still remains

In solid reflection
Warrant the sculpture
Sinking into oblivion

And down below
The night finds a mirror
Reluctant eye
A fragment of will
Yearning to sink
Into this heavens black sea

Oh no all aboard
Nothing will
Aeons
Slow reprieve

Emensity over
With sterling eyes
Above the still remains

In solid reflection
Warrant the sculpture
Sinking into oblivion

And down below
The night finds a mirror
Reluctant eye
A fragment of will
Yearning to sink
Into this heavens black sea

8. On The Shores

Just like secrets, twisted alibies, for empty graves,
Unlike manors, cut and burned, a thousand times

Not like ours, coiled in coffins, weeping echoes,
Weeping echoes

Not by statues, golden monuments, war houses of worship
Unlike manors, where the great white sails, torn to shreds, No!

Not by promises, hungry shadows, in cold dark alleys,
These rocky shores, are crafted, by the pulse of the sail,
Ahh, by the pulse of the sail!

And here I go on...