Emerna - 2012 - Lord of the abyss
Why I Was Jealous About You

i'm jealous to the twisted older trees.
because there isn't a thing I twist that.

i'm jealous to this grave I slept.
because it's not my bosom where to sleep.

i'm jealous to the river creeps on earth.
because there isn't a hope for creep.

i'm jealous to the winds of gray woods.
because I've not a power to whisper.

i'm jealous to this white wide winter.
because there isn't a white spot in my spirit.

i'm jealous to the falling of my tears.
because here isn't height in the end of depths.

i'm jealous to myself of mourner.
because there isn't a mourn for myself.

i'm jealous to death which is my wish.
because there isn't a death wishes me.

Misanthropic Unholy Sadness

the falling all of nature and grim burning skies of dark.
and then rising of the darkness in my kingdom from the night.

misanthropic holy sadness makes the unholy tears of dreams.
makes the mountains as the stone and the forests as a tree.

true ruinous stroms have come in the landscapes of the dark.
painful dying of the owl I hear it out from the dark.

the sky is burning gray and the stars are darken away.
disintegrate moon on the sky has last shining but gray.

the tired tearing voices, many cages lost the keys.
prisoners in the prisons, and prisons are their creeds.

oh, the morbid castels and cathedrals are the elder ruins like selves.
I feel here is so cold, colder than the colds of flames.

wrathful storms desolates trees from the forests to the deeps.
the deeper and the deeper than the deeps of abyssic griefs.

the graveyard stones of tombs are flying on the air.
empty graves, even the coffins, is this pure? is this the end?

all funerals are here, here is no tears from heart.
here is nature, here is forest, here is flames and here is dark.

true reasons of the living on this earth are where to find?
no one needs the world after death and living in this side.

who is god? who is satan? what is reason of the life?
where is hell? where is heaven? where is where the soul can fly?

who is Ihs? who is phrophet? who can change the brain of mine?
what is religion? what is life? what is promise? what is die?

in this coldest darkest corner of true dark imperials.
I'm sitting on my black robe and I'm tearing with the pride.

ah, I see a funeral, the funeral of the brains.
but no one feels this dying, true silent dying of my brain.

The Reflected Nihilism Is Ours

his dark chalet's cuckoo clock stops.
and the fifth season becomes eternal for him.

time had seized the prize of his face and body.
and left him in depths of his lost intellectuality.

winds of salvation didn't laugh in that season.
and nature had sang only the myth of his season.

he had been imprisoned in dead brain of nature's songs.
imprisoned, abandoned in unheard myth of nihility.

SHeee's Godly Sucking Mouth

I drank alone the poison of love with endless sacrifice.
how was sweet as she never knows is my paramour.

I burnt in my dead love's flames.
but I do envy to the heat of her lips.

I've sit in the depths of ashes, here is cold,
until take the heat of body at the time of kiss.

and may I'll burn in her love forever.
burning cold, with the wish of igneous lips.

I drank alone the poison of She.
how was sweet as she never knows.

I burnt in my dead love's flames.
but I do envy to her lips.

I've sit in the depths of ashes.
until take the heat of body for kiss.

and I will burn in her love.
cold, with the wish of igneous lips.

... she never knows is my paramour.
... she never knows is my love.

I Covered The World In Gloom

I saw the nature of cosmos.
I have belief in obsolescence.
no res can stay forever in a form.
no one can stay.

I'm living with a theorem I discovered.
I'm dying by a secret I expose.
who can see my insanity and brain?
who can see my positive destruction?

I hope to insanity for salvation.
I hope to mistaking in words.
I hope to oblivion, delirium.
I hope to psychosis, stupefaction.

forgive me if I expose these secrets.
forgive me if I expose my words.
forgive me if I expunge humanity.
forgive me if I unveil this universe.

SHeee Was Never The Mightiest

my hands are cold and my heart is sick.
I'm drunken of grief and wine is bitter.
for my pain I wish the wine of love.
that sweet poison of love, I desire, I pray, I need.

I know the silence of my solitude.
I feel my silent destruction.
I hallow the grief of love.
I cry in this silent gloom.
and the wind's croon is silent,
and ravens are silent,
and solitude is silent,
in my silent destruction.

my hands are cold, her hands are so far.
my heart is sick, I can't hear her heart.
I'm drunken of grief, she's mourning for love.
my wine is bitter, her inebriety is grim.
I wish the wine of love, she needs my love.
I need the sweet poison, she needs my heart.
I know the silence of my solitude, she's alone in day.
I feel my silent destruction, she is silent in her life.

I'm Here To Tell You Nothing

remember my truth I never have.

I'm fallen and torn, captive in dreamlands.
but with waiting for nothing.
I'm dead, surviving in this morbid air.
with no dream and wish and desire.
I'm playing is songs and poems and portraits.
with no hope to future of Darkart.
I'm tearing for my dearest one I left her alone.
with no will to return.

because I have a contagious sickness in my existence.

hails, my precious.
listen the rain globs as remembrance of our tearful age.
listen to my croon and smile.
how much the life is slight for your sacred love.
how much the existence is small for your spritual exist.
still can you feel my grief?
still can you hear my heart?
I'm here to tell you once again,
I have exist for your existence.
I'm the nature of night for your gracious rays.
if I've merit.
but stay away from me.
I have a contagious sickness.
forgive my eccentric love.
I worship you.
my god! my moon! Atthrone!

No Time To Dark Majestic Love

the deep sacrosanct dejection,
in my dark majestic love.
a blackest sightless silence smites,
my so soft slothful screams.
researching in nought-lands,
the gracious lost rays of moon.
and wending mourner,
the lightless endless aimless path.

with no truth and lie I think,
to my untruth and unreal exist.
with grief and tear and fear I sleep,
in a dreamlike bosom of who is away.
with wound and sword and blood I battle,
inside of me against myself of dead.
with no and no and no and no and not,
I answer the life's uncaused questions.

where is my lost ray?

far away I know so far away in nought,
in void, in fiction, in delusion,
in portrait, in song, in poem, in mind.

far away in me so far away in me.

The Night You Made Me Snake

resumption of life in an unreal day.
revisioning the earth by colorless eyes.
awaiting hopeless for desired life.
with beautiful purporsts of accidents.

leaving the innocent love because of accidence and real.
leaving the innocent moon because of remorseless darkness.

captive in a trap between two simple answers.
captive in traps of meanings captive in knowledge.

how I begin again and how I deceive myself?
how I believe in lies and how I accept non existence?

how I suffer the reality of existence?
and how I suffer my unreal purporsts?

how I believe in love and how I believe in hate?
please someone tell me how I stay here?

how I stay in dreams? how I stay in whites?
how I live in death? how I die in lies?
how I see my truth? how I paint my look?
how I write my poem? how I sing my song?
how I feel my love? how I hate my foe?
how I stay with mind? how I stay with lie?

how I feel my love?

You Are Dead Is SHeee Was God

in nowhere of thought, where meanings are growing,
I have a lost meaning, I have a lost love.

where is my mythic love?
and where is my moon, my idol?
her res, her exist, her nature, her meaning,
her all is so far in existence and non existence.

Atthrone!! I would not this destiny we wrote,
but I've not meanings in life.
Atthrone!! I would not this destiny we wrote,
but I did for your salvation.

I'm void and nought and dead and dark.
your exist was outwearing by me.
Atthrone!! I would not this destiny we wrote,
but I can feel my incoming insanity.

I'm lover, I don't want your erosion.
I'm sick, I don't want your sickness.
I'm dead, I can't see your dying.
I'm dark, I hate your darkness.

I'll stay in oath until my falling.
I'll stay in wake until my sleeping.
I'll stay in troth until my death.
I'll stay in love until my insanity.

I'll stay in drunk.

Yes, I'm Wild And Jealous

i'm jealous to the twisted older trees.
because there isn't a thing I twist that.

i'm jealous to this grave I slept.
because it's not my bosom where to sleep.

i'm jealous to the river creeps on earth.
because there isn't a hope for creep.

i'm jealous to the winds of gray woods.
because I've not a power to whisper.

i'm jealous to this white wide winter.
because there isn't a white spot in my spirit.

i'm jealous to the falling of my tears.
because here isn't height in the end of depths.

i'm jealous to myself of mourner.
because there isn't a mourn for myself.

i'm jealous to death which is my wish.
because there isn't a death wishes me.

SHeee's THere Dead Forever

on hatchings of moonless nights,
I wait in the cage of shadows.
I know there is moonlight.
I wait to hear her voice again.

that hymns to the lights of moon.
I know she is out of shadows.

I can't see,
I rend shadows,
by sword with tears.
but I am a shadow,
imprisoned in depths of myself.

I know she is there.

The Weird Unheard Nihilism

his dark chalet's cuckoo clock stops.
and the fifth season becomes eternal for him.

time had seized the prize of his face and body.
and left him in depths of his lost intellectuality.

winds of salvation didn't laugh in that season.
and nature had sang only the myth of his season.

he had been imprisoned in dead brain of nature's songs.
imprisoned, abandoned in unheard myth of nihility.

True Silent Dying Sathanas

the falling all of nature and grim burning skies of dark.
and then rising of the darkness in my kingdom from the night.

misanthropic holy sadness makes the unholy tears of dreams.
makes the mountains as the stone and the forests as a tree.

true ruinous stroms have come in the landscapes of the dark.
painful dying of the owl I hear it out from the dark.

the sky is burning gray and the stars are darken away.
disintegrate moon on the sky has last shining but gray.

the tired tearing voices, many cages lost the keys.
prisoners in the prisons, and prisons are their creeds.

oh, the morbid castels and cathedrals are the elder ruins like selves.
I feel here is so cold, colder than the colds of flames.

wrathful storms desolates trees from the forests to the deeps.
the deeper and the deeper than the deeps of abyssic griefs.

the graveyard stones of tombs are flying on the air.
empty graves, even the coffins, is this pure? is this the end?

all funerals are here, here is no tears from heart.
here is nature, here is forest, here is flames and here is dark.

true reasons of the living on this earth are where to find?
no one needs the world after death and living in this side.

who is god? who is satan? what is reason of the life?
where is hell? where is heaven? where is where the soul can fly?

who is Ihs? who is phrophet? who can change the brain of mine?
what is religion? what is life? what is promise? what is die?

in this coldest darkest corner of true dark imperials.
I'm sitting on my black robe and I'm tearing with the pride.

ah, I see a funeral, the funeral of the brains.
but no one feels this dying, true silent dying of my brain.