Circle of Ouroborus

The great winter fires burn
Flames of might
Through gates of demonic light

Disintegration
We live as we die
And we're alive - we're so alive
In their broken arms
With our broken hearts
We really went there
Now we really are there


The Serpent's Nest
Dissolved in the darkest groves
Where the birds get strangled,
not praised
The home of thousand spirals
Living, breathing, shedding its skin
Death can breed life
The tender kiss of grievous sting
Caress of the strangler
Cherish my lonely weeping spring
Thousand spirals, thousand castles
Thousand poisonous monasteries
Protect the well of infinity
Their white armour offspring
The ground covered old skin
The scale-dressed phoenix rises
Whiplashes of serpent tongues
Order them to advance
The groves are empty and
The nest dries and decays
Compliant body around
your heart
Fangs ready to strike


Suicidal God
More we grieve, more we see
More we reach for self-deceit
More these wars, more these lies
God gets closer to suicide

This feeling fills me
This grieving fills me
Laughs and cries
Dances in my eyes

The celestial faith is just a breath
From the dry lips of the stave of death
So hear this prayer, you lord and guide
Every "amen" is a step close to suicide

At last, at last the hope is lost
It's time to gather for the last Pentecost

Now reveal your heart and take the golden knife
You're one slit away from your suicide


The Shadow of a Star
Blood and galaxies
Flesh and lucid dreaming fantasies
Tiny wounds and tenderness
Feverish life of nothingness

Like a gift of the blind god
You're thrown to the earth
Leaves as you're pillows
You slept through your birth

Come so close - That I can kiss
Your fiery skin - Of curse and bliss
Where is your father? Who is your mother?
I saw some shadows, your ancestors?

My morbid star
of inverted
ruined Bethlehem
Shine through me
Shrink these years
I can reach thee
I can see
I can see


Loydanko Lapsen?
Kun kävelen näissä harmaissa vaatteissa
Näissä harmaissa huoneissa
Näissä tyhjissä käytävissä
Näissä kuvissa särkyneissä

Löydänkö lapsen?

Löydänkö kuristetun pienen mytyn
Kuristetun, hauraan eksytetyn
Lihallisen, luisen, haamunlaisen
Sielun mustan, ihon valkoisen

Vai löydänkö sittenkin aikuisen
Lujan ja vahvan ja oppineen
Itsensä herran, maan valossa
Syrjityn, kohtalossa

Löydänkö lapsen?
Löydänkö aikuisen?
Löydänkö itseni sisältä ihmisen?

Vai eksynkö tunneliin
Sumuiseen symboliin
Siihen maisemaan
Jota ei ole ollenkaan?

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