1. Mirrorland

As Diamonds scattered in the dark, from the black side of the maleficent glass
Nocturnal eyes reflects in me-the Mirrorland
Spellbinding whispers, enticing songs of Sirens, to the rythym of my enraptured
heart
so the blood pounds ragint through my veins, to the prepetual pulse of dark
Now ice-cold fingers ticks my flesh, like frozen caresses by the dead
When the final corperal breath within my lungs I breathe with ease

So close the door behind my back-unmask reality
Reveal the secrets of thy heart-oh Mirrorland
In thy embrace, I shall not fear, though the temporal tempt will never blind me
here
Into thy open arms, thy chaperon warmth, my disguise will fall.

From the heaving darkness i behold, myself on the other side of the glass
In flesh and blood, an empty shell of memories
As a statue fazing back at me, a photographic mirage
A reflection of me still in his hollow eyes, frozen in time

I turn my head and walk away, throughout my darkned inner maze
Through veils of memories and dreams, frozen to ice inside of me
But as I walk this narrow path, I see that everything is glass
Like mirrorwals surrounding me I can not flee!
Thick fluid fog, fused with the dark, as vreils of blackened diabloic art
with mailicious strength, as an entity, as an invisible noose, it tries to
strangle me

So warm, the embalming caress through my skin, and withering body
Snuffed by the flickering fingers of death, A bloodtasting gust of graven aroma
sweet upon my lips-(as I taste)-the other side

The kiss of death, like poison through my veins every breath like claws inside
of me
In the living shades a face appears, I can not move, but my gaze is
crystal-clear
A grin upon his bloodless lips reflects within the darkness of my eyes

Through doors, where behind the unknown hides
searching places to the puzzle of my life
Through the black meanders of my mind, through dreams and time
Forever more my soul will crawl, within trhe corners of mirrorwalls
Trying to flee, to escape from dark, but I am trapped within the endless halls

I walk away from my reflection, but the shadow of me has engraved itselff on
the glass
Etched in the black secret side of the door to the unknown, inside dreams
In Mirrorland-forever more.

2. Frozen To Sleep

My canvas smeared with blood-red tears, Lachrythmation of the dead
By life betrayed to endless sleep, to live within a dream
once dressed as white as wintersnow, now drenched in blood I lay
The pulse within, like ice still pounds, like frost throughout my veins

In blindless cwawls, through the maze of time
through the sinister dark, the meander of dreams
My hear is cold, every beat now hurts
As a sculpure of stone I rest

As a statue with a broken heart, in my gallery of dreams as art
as lifeless drawings to behold and explore, my life within the dark
Embraced within the veils of death, encircled in its web
To witness life beyond the dead, on dreamers doss I lay.

A reflection of my past, from the unkown mirrorglas
beholds my sepulchral rest
As a shadow of me from death torn free
to walk the path of dreams

My canvas smeared with blood-red tears, Lachrythmation of the dead
By life betrayed to endless sleep, to live within a dream
once dressed as white as wintersnow, now drenched in blood I lay
The pulse within, like ice still pounds, like frost throughout my veins

I follow his call from the other side and leave my petrified flesh behind
With the part of me that never died, Ifinally unite

The pulse within, like ice still pounds, the frost throughout my veins

3. Demonica

Moonlight strings ae dancing, a violin spectrum upon the twilight mirage
As shades in the specular surface, music surge, the ocean of night
Flickering stardust in rapture, tones of midwinter drama
Unwritten notes-cosmic sparks-painted within the fluid waves of dark
Requiem-or an astral salute to her birth

From the sky an angel falls, in radient white luminescence
Thorny arms ebraces her, in thirsty claws ensnared
Entangled by her web of pleased, enswathed-in a womb-cocooned
Emacialet-drained her blood-shivering-convulsive

The holy Virgin-Mary-Demonica

Melamorphosis-within chrysalid sleep, Slumbering in dreamlands of the deep
Her broken wings of innocence, now raven-feathered
From grace to black, the plague divine, Her holiness succumb to dark

The dark within her sacred heart-redeemed, bursted through her shell of purity
Blood from angels tearing flesh to weep
From Celestial hights pours streaming down death's sleep
By blood reborn-ascending from the tomb-in darkly splendor
A tiara of stars pon the canopy realm-her spanles wings

And so she raise, as a dragon ebony-veiled
With ruby eyes, like embers beneath(*) her crown of sacramental spine.
Baptized in blood, a hidden smile behind Medusas mask
In a Danse Macabre, furies by her side.
Her shadow, the dark horizon before my eyes, as black as night
Goddes of plague and blight-Demonica...
"My breath of frost to petrify, to drench thee into slumber
In dreams kept in captivity, now free to inverse the throes".
Demonica-like poetry-thy voice within my slumber
Erotica and endless dreams, like plague to pierce my heart
The maidens web, as a deadly sheet
I lay my head upon her knees-to sleep
In dreams like beams of moonlight streams-her voice infest my rest

A flicker past the eyelid-sheet. Of dreams of veiled reality?
My naked eyes deceived, my mind remains asleep
Deep within my universe, chimeras are sniffing their shadows
dancing raptures of purgatory, spawned by the witchcraft of Eve.

4. A Demon From Within

I am the wizard, thy inner mirror, of thy unconscious
persense. A demon from within

I am the frozen memories, reflections of the past
In dreams I reveal myself to thee, exploring
the meander of they mind.

I'm reviving visios left unknown, to make thee see.
thy life to be. I whisper secrets in thy dreams
I show thee fractions from beyond, thy conscious life reality,
I am thy inner, predacious entity.
In a higher sphere I welcome thee to resign
thyself to me.

Within my dream dominions, I am supreme
Thy soul is mine to shape, a naked canvas
to preject my painless drawings
my demonic fantasies upon

Colder than ice my black heart pounds
Within thy thoughts, I am as god.
I am thy inner voice from deep inside
I make my will be thing

I thrive of thee, thy soul is mine to conquer
Thy weekness makes me stronger, they thoughts
is mine to devoir. Within thy mind corrosions
my worms will gnaw
My tongue commands the legions, of malicious
whispers from the dead, the voices laughing
inside thy head
I am the wizard, thy inner mirror, of thy unconscious
persense. A demon from within

I will not rest until my nightmare-is thing
I'll never free thee from my spell, thy soul is bound
to within darkness dwell.

A demon from within...

5. Vexilla Regis Prodeunt Inferni

Beware-with the dark I ride as one. When my legacy I reclaim.
As a fallen god, with the lunar legions by my side
On dragon wings I fly. Behold-the etheral shades of night

Pletoric formations of dark dancing past the aeons of the eleusinian vast
Within a dream, my honour to last, to sprout throughout my blood
to strengthen my heart.
The heaven torns apart as twillight shreds and thunder.
With a vampire breath I whirl the frost, to storm within my kingdom to come
Dead winter enthrones.

Vexilla regis produent inferni
As a phantom of night I ride, by thy side

The Archangels revocation of the dead
The apocalyptic revelation
The arrival of plague and death.
The Armageddon revolution-to come

Astral sparks of fire, descending to ablaze
The landscapes drained by sulphur rain
from the canopy licked by flames
Shadows walks the earth, to ravish life and glee
To walk the fields of reverie, sowing dark in dreams to be

Beware-with the dark I ride as one. When my legacy I reclaim.
As a fallen god, with the lunar legions by my side
On dragon wings I fly. Behold-the etheral shades of night

Clamant-the silence-as blood to my ears
The battlescreams echoes has vanished, faded into the past

The black sun is falling into the abyss
with the lakes of dark blood to merge
The sky is aflame, when I ride through the night
as a phantom through fire I fly
Armageddon...The final redemption of wrath

Dies Irae...

6. The Lost Garden

Tragedy, Blood-wpt patters of Eden within my dreams. Mors iauna vitae!
Requiem-aeternam dona eis, Domine. Whispering chois within the dark.

I lay as dead, my graven dreams as memories, of the enchanted garden
As the dark is creeping through my coffin sleep, with a sour perfume
the putrid stench of withering flesh-wheeping
Once bewildering bright, in Elysian bloom, the garden stood vast, as an
Arcadian dream
but chaos arose with malicious intent, to smother the orchads with grim eerie
veils
Petrified angels, dead featherless black, fell as overriped fruits from their
haven
to drown as sinners, in sulphur steam drenched
in the damp bloodless vein of Phlegethon-Bath!
Sculptured to be...

Marble angels of melancholy, statues of stone by my grave, as sentinels sobbing
with wings draped in frost, for heavenly life they crave.

The midwinter storms to scatter the leaves, thin and brittle as ice
as stars upon my grave, diaphanous pale, a bouquet of frostbitten flowers
Transparent, melting as the anthems of death, the poems I've written are fading
Like my funeral wreath, the weave of dreams, forgotten and frozen to ice

Pelaline jewelry, as stars in the snow, to embelish the wintery embrace
embedded in darkness, tenebrous haze. I sleep beneath their glimmering gaze

Over my grave as a spring serenade, flowers fortorn within darkness
The garden of galaxies frozen to frost. The orchards of Eden by roses and thorns
overgrown, as the memories-of a landscape forgotten to sprout.
Withering beaty to vanish in patterns of withering dust-in oblivion lost

Warm I lay in the sheets of the earth, in the dust of the withering garden.
Behind the shieod of snowfall I hide-delifed-as God of the grievous Eden

Leviathan coils from the shadows of sleep to fetter my soul to the deep
Ophidian beast from the darkness to rise, my dreams to nourish and reap
Quadricornutus sperpens, luminous black, breating an apical hiss,
yearning to bless me with venomous hiss, with a flickering, toungue upon my lips
Above the surface, lifeless and plain, the midwinter winds to ravage
to scatter the remnants of memories lost, the garden withered to dust
I sleep with the dark, silence I breathe, still waiting for life to return
A time will come, when my death I defy, from the ashes, as a pheonix to rise

7. Darkside Whispers

"For I am the first and the last. I am the honoured one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one. I am the wife and the virgin.