"THE PATH OF EXCESS LEADS TO THE TOWER OF WISDOM.

THE PLEASURE OF SATISFYING A SAVAGE INSTINCT, UNDOMESTICATED BY THE EGO, IS INCOMPARABLY MUCH MORE INTENSE THAN THE ONE OF SATISFYING A TAMED INSTINCT. THE REASON HAS BECOME THE ENEMY THAT PREVENTS US FROM A LOT OF POSSIBILITIES OF PLEASURE".

"IF YOU BELIEVE IN THE LIGHT,

 IT'S BECAUSE OF OBSCURITY,

 IF YOU BELIEVE IN HAPPINESS IT'S BECAUSE OF UNHAPPINESS,

 IF YOU BELIEVE IN GOD, THEN YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE IN THE DEVIL"

Dark Angel
For all that your hair is Black
Your eyes blue
And all of that
You are dark and deep
Rich velvet wrappings in black
Forged iron
A twisting darkness whose paths
I have often walked
In my own way
In my own mind.
I would offer you peace
Should you choose to accept it
But any peace of mine
Might be another will o' the wisp hope
Tricking you into loss in your own soul
Hiding from yourself
The beauty I see
A rhapsody in midnight
Ink-oceans
Clear cold deep dark frozen lost alone

I am the Walker of Shadows
Surveyor of the Fringes
I bear no torch for you,
My Angel,
For I was never afraid of the Dark.
This is my land too-
I have known it too long
For it to hold terror.
Your eyes bear starlight,
Mine moonlight,
We may meet safe in the darkness
For there were no monsters here
But ourselves

Torbs Vise, Skrevet af Rasmus Skøt.

 

Jeg tænkte mig et tankespind

Der spindes omkring sjæl og sind

Et net hvorpå jeg vinder

 

Af tanker har jeg mange mén

Som perler på en snor

Er den om dig den allerstørste

 

Der var en aften tankeløs

En tanke som Tenebras kys

Blev født i morgendagen

 

Med et blev den ført ud i liv

Men tanken svedje som et siv

Der knækker før det dages

 

Jeg har mod landets morgenvind

En tanke om dig svøbt omkring

Min krop af gråden skælvende

 

Til bage i mit spind

Har jeg nu fred i sjæl og sind

Og kun hos dig jeg hviler.