Тексты песен LUX OCCULTA

now I drown into The Light where do these visions come from? of me naked, drawing cyphers on a sand leters and sings never known to me it's me again, making sculptures of ice that melts under

deserted... forsaken... abandoned... where is the promised land? where is the eden you told me about? where emotions that once seized my heart? where are your warm, helpful hands? yeah... now I see

Only the old ones remember the night of the holy rain the Earth flowed with milk flowed with blood-red wine flowed with the nectar of bees Only the old ones remember the night that became a day when

Come! Come closer... You, o Beauty, dressed in moonlight and the snakeheads of ivy leaves entwin e your white neck... Come! Come here... spit on me, spit on me for I am the dust under your feet unex

Silent barocco of shredded light coils of rays plaited together with chains of flesh such a calm morning... and the earth's crust explodes with the carpet of thousand flowers music of all sphere

I have crucified a flower, a red rose. It withers all the year round and blooms only once a year. On day which will be my birth for all worlds that I don't know. Which have been waiting for me b

Na imiк miaіa Woda jego zwano Ogniem Wci±ї ¶wieїe s± ich ¶lady w Lesie Rozkoszy To pierwsi kochankowie Niebo-Ona i On-Piekіo dwa tak rуїne їywioіy przyіapane w rуwnowadze Tak, tak, dotknij lekko moje

Black goatskin covers my arms I am the hunter, at one with the forest the moon is my eye the air is so thick, so heavy tonight someone is crying... or was it laughter? I enter the fairyland Frozen sil

...and he put immortal souls into fragile, crippled shells he broke our nexks, he tore our teeth he wanted us - angels - to become his slaves and that was the slap that the giants cannot stand we ar

off the sinister heavens I strip the arc of moon the cosmic sickle starts the deicidial harvest I am the wheel of fortune that grinds your chest the fruit of the storm and the kingdom belongs to me t

remember? you pushed my body into the mud you turned my head into stone you broke my wings remember? you turned my limbs into snaketails you've forgotten about my existence ha! you fool! you

from the seven hundred seventy and seven whores we were born here, within the realm of the blind with your knees sticked to the soil rain washed our shoulders we used to eat worms and dirt confused,

Poіkn±іem oko opatrzno¶ci Palec Boїy stan±і mi w gardle Sіoсcem zapalam papierosa To ja Wszech¶wiat rozpostarіem Ja Twуrca Ja Amen Ja Wybuchem Ja Panem Skrzydіami kruka krzyczк Biaіego, bom nieskalan

"Come, and be revealed a bull, my Raging One! Be a many-headed dragon! Be a lion, spuring flames! Come!" (taken from 'Bakkhai' by Euripides) ...and the time has come to fulfil th

Niestety, nigdy nie byіem zadowolony z tekstu tego utworu. Widocznie zbyt marny ze mnie poeta na to, by naleїycie oddaж temperaturк bitewnego їaru, by opisaж emocje towarzysz±ce walce, by w peіni odm