Limbonic Art - Towards The Oblivion Of Dreams
 

Like a nomad

in the subconscious realms

Of the beyond.

The night is old

Yet I still seek peace.

Restless drifting

The dark corridors

In the unknown chambers of the mind.


Where is the door to the light of dreams.


Total isolation.

Land of desolation.

Dreamless sleeping.

Darkness reaping.


Deeper into the night I go.

Darker than ever are the pits below.


Sculptures in stone.

Dark protectors of sacred ground

Only the pure may enter

Into the twilight zone.


With the underworld

Subconscious darkness I am allied

Deeper aspects forces of nature

Mind can now see the unseen.

Ancient land hidden from man.

An esoteric dream in the desert sand.

Shimmering sparks in the darkness.

As death overtakes the soul.

Loose the body and earthly conscience.

The freedom of the spirit must be total.


Firewinds in shapeless forms.

Exploding light from new dimensions.

I am it and it is me.

A phantom creature.

In supremacy.