Hvis Lyset Tar Oss
tracking through the frozen
murmurous pine
iced needles cracking beneath my feet
my mind fits and shifts its fix
towards the burning carcass ahead
the glittering monument to christ the redeemer
flames licking and sucking at its skeletal frame
the heightened lust of ownership
coursing through my withered veins
we drag the screaming fanatics behind
hessian prison screams
sick and twisted dreams
cut the flesh fuck the soul
the glacial seduction of Haborym
leading us to his merciful flesh
beneath the nordic night
stars shrieking like wildfire
jet black air holds cold hands tight
forgive them their sins
forgive me my revenge
the fire warms my frozen heart
the smoke grips my chest
he rises above the pyrrhic pyre
to hold me down once more
Stu Buck
Wed 4th Nov 2015 10:18
no acid! just a diet of early norwegian thrash metal and multivitamins.
i admit to being a fan of early, scandinavian black metal (the title of the poem itself is taken from a burzum album) not so much for the music but for the history. they routinely burnt churches, murdered other band members (really) and just have a really interesting past.
i guess i was just in the place and the time and wanted to get something down. im glad you like it, i enjoyed writing this a lot.
overall i think its about a church burning followed by a sacrifice. neither of which i have ever directly been involved in!