Because... Why The F* Not?

Who I am as a true mind and shape?

My gentle touch, my cold love enflamed?

What of my intent? My purpose, my goal?

What of my unhinged, released soul?

I am the darkness of the day

Where I move, the people change

For worse fates or for the better

As godwritten by the letter

My very mind was forged in shape

A cacophony of sounds melted by faith

Calmed by waters of love and hate

And sculpted in form of a beautiful blade

My reasons unknown shall today remain

For my love of life and light upon a fane

In stone and vines are shaped with thoughs

Forever bowed to the very gods

For what I am? A god descend?

A world's life, its very end

I shape and twist, I make whole plans

And conclude all here, with my very hands

As for you, my listener of sorts

I leave you a moment of silance for thoughts

A piece of my mind, more worthy then gold

May you use it well in your worlds untold

Shre nazg golugranu Kilminudu

Obmi kuzdurbaghu gundum-ishi

Nugu gurunkilu bard gurutu

Ash burz-durbaghu burzum-ishi

Agh burz-ishi makha gulshu darulu!

Ash nazg Durbatuluuk

Ash Nazg Gimbatul

Ash Nazg Thrakatuluuk

Agh Burzum-ishi Krimpatul

Daghburz-ishi makha gulshu darulu

For You

In the madness of the war I would raise my shield

To protect you from doom and death in field

I will say a pray for every second past

May your life be first and your wars the last

I will raise my sword to fight by your side

Your name is in my heart carved with gold and pride

May you say my name in your darkest times aloud

And I shall make my way through fire unbound

I raise my ale and say your name for all to hear

You, defender of the people showing no fear

You who has shown the fire worthy of a bard

And made it's way so swift towards my very heart.

Rose

Standing on the center of worlds

Where doom burned down the wall

A daemon which no living holds

Accursed born of war

Dancing ashes of the dead

In air burning dispair

Fruitless to the gods they begged

Their ending lives unfair

Into the city of the damned

A daemon stands ever guard

His mace of living darkness slam

His judgment struck all hard

Blend into the very air

The voices of dispair

And from the ashes yet arose

Hope in the shape of a rose

Raised In the street as a mere dog

Hit for every piece of bread

Sleeping on a wooden log

Spit on everything I bled

Every day, night, heat or cold

Raised as dog treated like mold

Anger which hardened me when you all laugh

You've done your part. Now, feel my wrath!

I spare no woman or child as told

I bring ever burning doom unfold

It is the evil you so blindly serve

And cold justice which you so much deserve

Now scream in flames of your ignorance

Boil, for you are to blame

For the tears of your dying innocence

On the blade of your legacy, your fame

It is our very lives that protect our souls from the dangers of Chaos. The very fabric of flesh, in its own complexity, routine and ignorance that traps our souls within its grotesque walls and protect it. It is the soul that wonders endlessly for answers, ever thirsting for that power of creation that draws them into the abyss like moths to the flame, only to end beyond the same walls that chained it in the first place, overwhelmed by silance, oblivion and darkness. The very definition of Chaos. Flesh is not without purpose and neigher the soul.

The soul gives flesh a model to build itself by, to sustain itself using an order. Flesh is a massive walking, working tumor serving a purpose. It's born from flesh, it grows and dies, taking all the experience and memories with it, releasing the soul into the nothingness once more.

Have you ever wondered what would you tell about yourself if you could resurrect an older carcass? An old "you"? If only you would be able, one day, to rip a small piece of dirt from a graveyard and shape a long dead former self and have a conversation about yourself.

Life serves soul with experience, Death offers it a new perspective. In the end, it returns to universe. Chaos demands knowledge. Life grows it and Death delivers it. All to sustain the creation, develop it.

Walking towards the Bucharest center when a raven decided I was a good spot to land. Right on top of my head!

How long has it been? A moment untold?

A blink of an eye, an answer to hold?

What have I done to you to treat me like mold?

With so much hate, cause so much pain and be so cold?

Have I defied your crown, your rights, your land?

Have I not answered when you needed a hand?

Have I said other then the word you spred?

Have I taken from children you fed?

I wish to forgive the evil you planned and inflicted

As in books and tomes depicted

With a quick end and short body for my gull

My 7.62 bullet directed against your skull

Twinke, twinkle little fake...

Watch me kill that blasted snake...

Sweet Darkness and Woe

What my existance in your world of darkness means

A world which in suffering burns and stings

A world doomed to fail from birth

In which trust and love have no worth

Oh you whom which to me life you gave

Oh you whom which to me life you take

Those who once my love you sought

To end it in sorrow, blood and naught

You who breathed deep from my pain and rage

Brought me to my knees and put me in a cage

Left me feeding on rats and hopin I will rot

But in darkness I died and in darkness rebrought

Great greave I have suffered and great journey to go

For I held everything you throw

I shaked hands with demons and death below

And now you shall fear blade of my woe

Great darkness and woe, great darkness and woe!

Hear me pray and accept the life of my foe!

Today I give you blood and vengeance to sufice!

Enthrall its fless and soul, bequench my sacrifice!

The modern man has been perverted and stupidity promoted for far too long... He no longer finds joy in anything but what its money worth. It needs a new reintegration of its real values such as intellectual creation, family, ideology and exploration. A new Renaissance. A time for humanity to reflect upon itself as a whole and do something towards its evolution and not its blind dormancy...