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The Sorcerer's Spell
02:45
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The sorcerer’s spell
In lovely letters drew
The symbol’s shell,
In which the Truth withdrew —
Was he too old?
Within his chest,
He felt the heavy rock
He’d done his best
To make a lighter block —
So cold, so cold!
To have it shine
He’d used his time and wealth
And built a shrine
That ruined his life and health —
He’d even sold…
…his Soul…
The wizard’s wisdom
Echoed in these words
Is read yet seldom
Sung — except by birds
With hearts of gold.
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Lonely Spires
02:41
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A moonlit tower pointing at the stars
And four crows cawing near a crumbling tomb,
A mumbling old man fumbling for his doom
Through dusty pages brimming with his scars —
And tears, tears, raining from the moon…
A scorched-out ivy-covered wall of stones
And growling torches lit with dying fires,
An icy wind that screams in high-pitched tones
Through holes and chinks and up the Lonely Spires —
And tears, tears, raining from the moon…
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Cryptic Crawlers
02:42
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Skeletons scattered on the dust and the dirt
Of a loosely tiled cell covered with runes,
Their broken bones dangling in the dark,
As I glance at them in the glow of a grinning moon.
Making my way through a maze of morbid masses,
I get a glimpse of what lurks in the lightless rooms:
Creeping on their clenched claws they amass,
The cryptic crawlers of the Dungeon of Doom –
Crack! I must have crushed one of the gaping skulls…
Dozens of lidless eyes are now greedily glaring at me,
Their screams worse than a screeching seagull –
I shiver when I realize I might be one of them…
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Grimoire
01:36
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Dès l’ouverture du grimoire,
Où me guettent démons et merveilles,
La couverture gris-noir
A la tête de monstre s’éveille –
Odeur âcre de poussière,
Craquement d’os du cuir craquelé,
Simulacre de sorcière,
Crissement de l’écrin bosselé –
Dès le titre, un sortilège,
Entre les pages, entre les lignes,
Sorte d’obscur privilège,
L’antre d’une sagesse maligne –
Invoque, invite et convoque
Le panthéon de l'imaginaire,
Evoque, invente, équivoque,
L'éon dont je suis originaire –
La magie des mots se glisse
Jusque dans les tréfonds de mes tripes,
En marge, les morts s’immiscent,
Convoitant les trésors de la Grype –
Danse macabre des lettres,
Fossilisées dans ce palimpseste,
Rance palabre de l’être,
Lyophilisé dans ce pâle inceste –
Semblant d’immortalité,
Nos lointains ancêtres ressuscitent,
Figés pour l’éternité,
Dans l’airain des verbes qui suscitent –
Monuments, vestiges et décombres –
Et le reflet de mes moires !
Pris d’un vertige soudain, dans l’ombre,
Je referme le grimoire –
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Cold Walls
02:31
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His wrinkled hand on dusty pages lay,
With eyes no longer fit to read the word
His fingers desperately searched for in the hay
Of letters thick and twisted — songs unheard…
His laboratory’s cold walls damp with moisture,
Green with the moss of times forgotten still,
And in the air the smell of some odd mixture
Floating like a ghost above his quill —
Yet what it is that seized his wrist that night,
No one ever lived to write or tell
But flesh-bound, dried-up leaves left out of sight
In that unlit, unclean, decrepit cell…
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Dungeon of Doom
02:47
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Dungeon deep, dungeon dark,
Terrify, petrify;
Crumbling keep, cryptic ark,
Mystify, mortify…
Down the spiraling stairs,
Corpses, skulls and bones,
A thousand deadly stares,
Secrets, scares and stones;
Dungeon daze, dungeon doom,
Mesmerize, alchemize;
Crawling cold, growling gloom,
Tantalize, terrorize…
Down your crucible’s bed,
Sulfur, Mercury, Salt,
In black and white and red,
My journey’s final halt.
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Phoenix
02:30
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Bruissement d’âme —
Je prends la plume —
L’encre s’enflamme —
La nuit s’allume —
Vole, vole, oiseau de cendre !
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The Philosopher's Death
02:07
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The Sword of Truth impales the Heart
And like a snake he sheds his skin,
As death is life for those who part
With flesh to make the gods their kin.
Greenish glow or purple haze,
When the night has come to shake
Away their sugar ego’s glaze,
What a sight these mages make!
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Athanor
01:57
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Un battement de coeur,
Une source intarissable,
Pluie de sang et de sueur,
Sommets insaisissables —
Ex nihilo nihil fit
Amore omnia sit
L’arbre de vie plantant
Ses racines humides
Dans l’espace et le temps,
Poussent les pyramides !
Une langue de feu pour des mots d’Or,
Secret de la Vie tapi dans la Mort.
Un grand danger s’éveille
Dans le souffle de soufre
Du dragon qui sommeille,
Guettant au pied du gouffre —
Ex nihilo nihil fit
Amore omnia sit
L’infernale région
Forgera ton Epée,
Son air une légion
De sagesse frappée !
Une langue de feu pour des mots d’Or,
Secret de la Vie tapi dans la Mort.
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Sortilège
03:12
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La poussière s’accumule sur mes vers –
Entreposés là, mes mots vieillissent,
Perdant petit à petit ce qu’y trouvèrent
Autrefois mes mains – charmants jadis,
Leurs sorts les condamnent hélas au silence,
Quand les regards viennent à manquer
Pour y trouver ce qui vers les cieux s’élance :
Décochés dans ce monde étriqué,
Leur envol – oiseaux d’ombre et d’encre au sang noir –
Les dérobe à la page imprimée,
Envoyant dans l’abîme oisif à la moire
Etoilée mes corbeaux déclamer,
En un désormais funeste florilège
Auréolé de folles couleurs,
Les strophes de leur ultime sortilège –
Une à une égrenant leurs douleurs.
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Magnum Opus
02:56
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L’oeuf craque, éclot,
Le miroir se brise,
Noyé sous les flots,
L’ombre s’irise.
La nuit, plus rien ne freine
Le sage fol.
Coquille vide,
La poitrine s’ouvre:
C’est un coeur vivide
Qui se découvre.
Ôtant enfin ses chaînes
L’oiseau s’envole.
Quand le mort se relève,
Ecrasant la couleuvre,
C’est ainsi que s’achève
La Quête du Grand Oeuvre.
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Werna Wolf France
I don't compose.
I remember.
Dungeon synth, chiptunes, ambient,
horror, black metal: I delve into various genres, moods and atmospheres, to explore that which lies deepest and highest soars in the manifold possibilities of the human soul.
Other projects:
ALLOY: alloyofficial.bandcamp.com/album/thermopylae (voice, lead guitar)
USQUAM: usquam.bandcamp.com/album/reborn (texts)
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