An Arctic Odyssey Moon In Scorpio

... and thus I have been Limbonic Art ever since times immemorial ... an atypical symphonic black metal blizzard ... ICE ... Imperial Crystalline Entombment ...

Limbo, 'edge' or 'boundary' in Latin, referring to the edge of Hell, is the afterlife condition of those who die in original sin without being assigned to the Hell of the Damned. However, it has become the sweeping term to refer to nothing between time and space in general.

A "Moon in Scorpio" in astrology suggests a person with this placement is emotionally intense, secretive, and possesses a strong intuition, often drawn to the hidden and transformative aspects of life.

Here's a more detailed look at the meaning:

• Emotional Intensity:

  Scorpio moons are known for their deep and passionate emotions, capable of experiencing both intense joy and profound sadness.

• Secretiveness:

  They tend to keep their feelings and motivations private, preferring to observe and analyze before revealing themselves.

• Intuition and Hidden Knowledge:

  Scorpio is a sign associated with the subconscious and the occult, so those with a Scorpio moon often possess a strong intuition and can sense what others may not.

• Transformation and Change:

  Scorpio is a sign of transformation and change, so individuals with a Scorpio moon are often drawn to experiences that involve deep exploration and change.

• Spiritual Gifts:

  People with a Scorpio moon are often spiritually gifted, able to confront taboos and sense what is hidden.

• Vulnerability and Authenticity:

  Scorpio moons can struggle with vulnerability, but when they do open up, they tend to do so authentically.

• Intimacy and Relationships:

  They are drawn to deep and meaningful relationships, valuing emotional intimacy and honesty.

• Curiosity and Exploration:

  They are always curious to see what lies beneath the surface and dig into people's souls and pasts.

… presents me … LS, Limbonic S oteric art … a glorious black metal blizzard symphony burst will bury you alive under the ice, Imperial Crystalline Entombment. Through my “Ten Commandments” I have haunted the world, and despite our globe experiencing higher temperature than normal, I always find an ethereal way to deliver painful Arctic Odyssey ice burns. Here comes my powerful Limbonic Art. I was born to freeze …

Arctic Odyssey

Moon In The Scorpio

A mirror blank ocean above me decoy
Superior forces that heal or destroy
Take me astray into the moonlight above
Through twilight eyes as a specter shadow

It is a time of great light
And a great darkness
Can't you feel the present
Of its phenomenon

In an atmosphere supreme
Forces dwells in dormancy
The essence of its spirit is evil
As a curse upon thy name

Midnight is the shepherd of mysterious powers
And moving shadows in the corner of the eye
Moon's blazing intuition
Contains what death require

Cleanse the doors of perception
See things appear in its true art
The cold hands of divinity
Will tear thy soul apart

Behold the sky above
When the moon is in the Scorpio
A cold bleak light

Beneath The Burial Surface

The sky is darkening, soon the night befalls
Righteously, angels are weeping for my soul
All childhood dreams are soon to be lost
All innocence to be shattered

I am the fallen, from grace

Water from a thousand tears floats in streams
The feeling from a thousand years flows over me
As I once again return to the cemetery gale
I hear the dismal call from the hollow grave

My face is a river
See my eyes as they drown in black
My sacred doom and nemesis
Beneath the burial surface
To the final act of the immortal sin
I am led by burial winds

The life I leave to exchange with death
As the charlatan breeds with a dragon’s breath
Crossing the path to the world below
In a deathlike silence I chamber my soul

Ancient black, silent gloom
Cathedral bells are calling doom
In velvet dreams I am touched by sin

As night arrives in its purple shades
I drift across the shallow graves
The soul is streaming in the wind
Dark is the blessing that I am in

As darkness falls and the cold silence reigns
The nocturnal void shall become my faith
Till I transcend unto where shadows dance

A gentle kiss and like a bird
Till I fly
Into the spheres of demise
Desireously in dark romance

Sources To Agonies

Through the mirror of the soul
I'm staring deep within
To see what dwell behind the wall
The beauty of pale skin

The aura that surrounds me
Is not of noble kind
The blackness of the heart
Is all that's left to find

A dark river runs silent through my life
Like a floating nemesis
A dark shadow of what that used to be
Drift's now in lifeless misery

Live only to witness what I've become
Midnight is my shallow home
Soon to enter the last deed of mine
I'm forced to follow the streaming bloodline

When the wine of life is shed
And dark cosmic space consume
I bring the memories back from the dead
Sources to agonies, a devouring monsoon

In Mourning Mystique

Darkness
I seek the silence that you bring
Grant me thy sacred gifts
Bestow my soul thy offerings

I kneel in front of thy altar black
Let the ancient forces of nature rule
Take my blood as the sacrifice
A symbolic faithful bond of truth

When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you

Tonight I enter into obscure dreams
In darkness shelter, I am unseen

With the esoteric gifts I possess
I bring damnation by enforcing death

In the beginning of the storm
Till come forth

An arrival into a twilight reverb
As just a shadow of the former self
Sorrow is my name
My true essence is pain

Hear the mourning of the mendacious
From the empty halls and shafts
Of false blinding light
Prepare the last sacrifice (on the altar)
In the temple of decay
Please spare me from the final agony of shame

I am evil from the moment of conception

Behind The Mask Obscure

In distance from the light I redeem my gloria
In darkness I have sights a high esteemed fantasia

In hellfire and damnation my undead soul walk the land
Through the endless mist of time
I`m born to darkened adventures retaliated in life’s obscure

To seek vengeance for my pains
To serve the hatred in my veins
In centuries I have wandered
With death’s shadows drifting faithfully
In the darkest forests in mans domain
I received my strength and sorcery
My demon, search for a doorway to be free
For once again to desecrate the hearts serenity
Transcend mortality, live through eternally
And feast upon all misery
that is gathered here in life

In hellfire and damnation
my undead soul walk the land
Through the endless mist of time
i`m born to darkened adventures
retailed in life obscure

Seasons they rise and fall
I have seen through them all
With harsh evil prophecies
I gave birth to inhumanity

The Black Hearts Nirvana

Hallowed be the darkness that coronates my soul
Deep within its shelter I seek my highest goals
I shall release what is conquered
From which that I now posses
All lifeforce is abandoned
Into the arms of death

Beyond the great dark adventures
In streams from the vast mysteries
Limbonic spheres enclose me
My star is the death of memories

I dwell in a mournful symphony
As I prepare for the cosmic funeral
The body yearns for dormancy
My spirit awaits to be set free

The black vanity I'm romancing
Within the obscurity
I've found my rest where cold emotions reign
And evil dreams of desultory

Through lifetime I've reached for the candle
In search for the legends of time
Cause how many moments isn’t a century
When everything dies behind the eyes
Cause how many moments isn't a century
When everything inside just dies

Path Of Ice

Journey into your darkened secrets
Feel the burning flame inside
Admit the ecstasy of the extreme
Just close the eyes and enjoy the override
When we adrift through the sensual streams
The enchanted pains are so divine

There are thorns everywhere
But along the path of ice rose blooms above
Blood is the rose of mysterious unions
The symbol of potency
A taste of erotic sins of lust
The entrance of immortality

There are such sights to see
Adventures and pleasures to feel
The dormant seeds of suffering
The art of mortal flesh that bleed
Indulged in desire, the forbidden soul empire

Path of ice
The entrance to immortality

Cold winds pierce through me
As my dark star unfolds
I ascend the throne of fantasies
Where the beautiful abyss recalls

Through Gleams Of Death / Overture: Nocturne

The truth is hidden
In the cold dark water
In the drowning of procedure
The flesh gets slaughtered

Stripped from mortality
Into gleams of death
Torn from reality
Into terminal death

Death is eternal art
From whom that coldness reigns in heart

Stars of damnation
Blaze in my sight
I view the constellation
Beyond the dazzling light

From the dark aspects of life
And through gleams of death
Till rise drift in departure
Into a new dimension

The black voyage
Into mega therion
The unseen passage
Into oblivion

Unconscious secrets
Concealed by time and space
No return of regrets
Descent through shallow haze

The Dark Rivers Of The Heart

The death of memories
Is burning in the past
In abruptum trahi (to be pulled into a precipice)

The blasphemous holocaust

I am born into the darkness and misanthropy
Under triumphs of death and agony

The deep carnal seas
A dark cold astral void
Within the blackness of sorrow
Where happiness once was destroyed

I am the tempting evil in forces and streams
Returned to surrender in a vast disharmony
The great captured spirit recalls
As the darkened shadow unfolds

Where its necromancy lives forever
I wonder in twilight shimmering
By the lake of bleeding art
The sore energy is shivering

In the zone where shadows meet
I gather sources to complete
By the dark rivers of the heart
In the present of defeat

I am watching dreams fall apart
Until death do us apart