Ljuska - Vessel of The Void

Maran atha! Opening of the outer non-sphere dreaming the shape, the gate and the entrance Striving upwards, the craving to touch the none this shell is yearning, crying for such Light, unreachable, distant yet present in front of the hands that constantly try to touch but all escapes from their grasp The warmth and the cold ceases within the rays of thy and the flow, not to be seen yes, this shell, craves for thee The pain embraces the ribcage of the flesh it pulses together with the solitary heart The sorrow travels through the flesh nerve network entwining itself with the core of the vessel

Opening be praised! As the dire winds bluster through the cavities and holes of the love The outer non-sphere spill the shining bliss, pour thy joy most beautiful, so sincere Drops of brightest light dripping from thy pitcher held high in silence profound Slithering through this dry larynx this gaping mouth with cracked lips starving for thee, only for thee

As weak flesh trembles it is not alone in the fall for even the mightiest will perish due to the weight of the soul

In the front of the presence the source never revealed How tiny the world becomes unvealing what it truly is

Marana tha! Invisable, omni-present! The bleak are the fields of interior cold like the lonely heart that needs thy command in order to pulse So come, pour, descend, rain down from the highest of the depths profound from the silence behind every sound to engulf, impregnate this craving ground

The bliss embraces the ribcage of the flesh it pulses together with the heart in love The silence travels through the flesh nerve network entwining itself with the core of this vessel

Immersing be praised! As the zephyr caresses the forests and hills of love The outer non-sphere spill the blessings, pour the joy most beautiful, so sincere In the hidden place behind all waves and cycles the song is sang in silence profound May its tone be heard its words remembered carved within the life's very structure

Come light, coil! This flesh is the vessel of the void Fertile be this soil This soul is the vessel of thy void Come! Let this blood boil This spirit is the vessel of the void Come and never recoil! This being is the vessel of thy void!