The Last Path
At last, you are done with this oh, modern and new brave world. You traveller, you lost soul at the end of times. There is something that is burning, and my nerves do nothing. There is something that is burning, and my nerves do nothing but crawl on the floor. My little friend, there is war outside and my nerves do nothing but crawl like those black snakes you once told me about, that only in dreams you have seen. I would like to say this is not our end, but now I'm here in the middle of the mist. And to see the things that would rather be remain unseen: an entire world burning now/down. I have seen the dead, I have seen destruction, my wounds whose blood falls down to the infinite. Everything is nothing. There is something that is burning, and my nerves do nothing. There is something that is burning. May it not be us. And oh, winter. Days with no sun may never stop... ...how the flowers bloom; to see those leaves fall. And who, if I scream, would hear me now among the angels? And who would hold me near their chest, for beauty is terror?
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
Dire relevations come in waves and thunder, and winds of dissonance. All come and see and lay to rest. Human creatures, heed the sound of glory and silence. The first Earth will pass and so will thy flesh. All light will be no more. Pierce these hearts with the blade of mourning. Open the seals. Do not be afraid of this black pain. The book of life now is closed, the moon has turned burning red. and so have the seas. Forever forsaken land. Pale wandering souls return/turn all to death and disease. Chaos reigns, and ruinous rains from darkest heavens fall. Chaos reigns, may night eternal fall upon your eyes.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
Reclaim your land, you voiceless and pure. And tread carefully for the path is treacherous and even angels have to sing their choir alone.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
V. EFFLORESCENCE Autumn's shadow: pass away, there's no-one to listen. Let the spirit find its way, there's nothing to do now. In this darkest of hours, let the cold take your hand. All the flowers will wither, all be lost in the past. Rise beyond, remove the veil of this world. Let your tears run down your face once again. Enslaved by blood, your soul will turn to light. The birds inside will fly away. Birds inside will fly... ...into forever. These tall trees, these eyes devoid of cruelty will now breathe the air of new found sovereignty. All will live in absence of injurious hands; time will come to join them in the deepest sea. The end of the cycle, repeating evermore. What lives, lives forever; an essence without end. Beyond earthly senses, all life becomes deathless. Here, at the end of all that exists, a song of grief is played after your days. Everything that's left is the ash of time. All the brightest stars will fade to black. - VI. DIRGE FOR NAMELESS GRAVES Now, when the fire is out, consumed by the echoes of long forgotten hurt. All has come to end, released from the boundaries that kept your eyes awake. Pain will be no more; time will be no more. Sail towards the endless, walk into the cosmic ocean where your fate awaits. Sleep in silence, wide and deep. Seize oblivion, blind and deaf. Hark! The vast destruction, loud and wondorous! Doom impending, gloom unending. Days of despair. Grant them eternal rest.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
En tiempos de dolor o euforia, el tiempo borra nuestra historia. Después de una vida ilusoria, sin alcanzar pena ni gloria, ¡dinos la verdad!: No sirve más contar las horas; no queda nada más que sombras y... silencio, silencio, silencio.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026