The Triumph of Metal (2025)

The voice of ancient stones echoes
In the burning flame of the present
Thousands of stars are dancing in the crucible
They are born and die in a second

I left my skin of sorrow
To the sea of salt
Truth strikes below
And reigns from above

Now feel the fight
The heart thrives
The one true self
From the sky descends
Pierce yourself
With the light
You are the Grail
The Triumph of Metal

Obey your ideal of great love
Choose the struggle over stagnant rest
Be the soldier the soldier of your desires
Be the lover despising his own dead

Take the staff of wisdom
Wear the heavy crown
The loneliness is profound
But you’ll light up many a dawn

To the chalice of countless horrors
You will not close your senses
Man is a bridge to be crossed over
Become the one who offers roses

Crucible: The vessel where everything is transformed by fire.

Light: A symbol of clarity, hope, and revelation.

Grail / Chalice: The sacred cup, ultimate quest for knowledge and power.

Metal / Stone: Raw matter, to be forged or transmuted into immortality.

Great Love (Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra): The total embrace of life.

Man is a bridge to be crossed over (Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra): Humanity as a passage, not an end, but a transition toward the Overhuman.

Roses: The secret of beauty: symbol of vulnerability, grace, and the being who has reached transformation.

I beheld the world
Through a narrow slit
From a dusty floor
That overlooks the scene

I was the misshapen ghost
Whom history shuns
Confined to the shadows
Hidden from the bright suns

But the white star in the prima materia took shape
In the canvas of the cosmos, a divine drape for the lonely souls

Polymorphia
Borrows from the almighty nature
Its original enigma
Its magical structure

Polymorphia
Within the laboratory
Feel the magma
That brings forth the majesty

The gales swept over the rafters
The ruins bestowed the sky
Letting the sunrays enter
Making matter volatile

The darkness became a friend
For it no longer bit nor gnawed
The hurting wolf was tamed
Glorious beneath the moon’s laud

Archetypes of ancient scenes
Emerging from my empathy
I understand in you the mysteries
That write the pages of myth

White Star: The guiding spark born within the darkness.

Prima Materia: The original substance, raw and formless, awaiting transformation.

Majesty (Philosopher’s Stone): The radiant perfection reached through the Philosopher’s Stone.

Volatile Matter: Substance made fleeting and light, rising toward spirit.

The funeral carriage
Has stopped by the altar’s side,
You drank your own fears,
And raised the cup with pride

The rays of the sun
Translucent and vibrant
Are filling your grail
Now a new gushing well

For the chaos of the moonmaker,
I praise the heavenly mother,
For the golden sphere of order
I praise the earthly father

‘Cause the scales of Rebis
Order the balance
Of the force of the King
Guided by the Queen’s Hand
‘Cause the scales of Rebis
Order the balance of it all
Formless monsters
Invading, the spirits are
Turning into nothingness
By the scales of the Rebis

Support your gaze,
To the insouciant Chronos,
Who makes our dreams race
Faster than the clock

Borrow from innocence,
Its disarming peace,
It will conquer death,
With the pace of bliss

Between order and chaos
You have freed the pathos
that has chained you, restless,
To the frozen necropolis

‘Cause the scales of Rebis
Order the balance
Of the force of the Queen
Guided by the King’s Hand
‘Cause the scales of Rebis
Order the balance of it all
Formless monsters
Invading, the spirits are
Turning into nothingness
By the scales of the Rebis

The scales of Rebis
Order the balance

Cup / Grail: The sacred vessel of quest and revelation.

Moon Maker: The feminine creator, weaving cycles and stories.

Mother / Queen: Feminine polarity.

Father / King: Masculine polarity.

Rebis: The alchemical union of opposites, two-in-one being.

Chronos: Time itself, devourer and creator, ruler of all cycles.

Midnight is ringing
My insight is blind
Tomorrow’s afraid
To unveil its light

Dragons are growling
Above the warm lamp
I grab my blade
Floating in my brain
My breath is fleeting
At the seeker’s shrine
The scythe of death
Threatening my spine

Oh no escape
Find a way
Pierce it now
The fear of the dark
Divine mark
Fire bite just a fight
In the pale moonlight

The flickering halo’s
Scratched by gargoyles
Scattered shadows
Prowl the cathedral

The constant smoke
Escapes from the chimney
The handwritten bird language
Pages are inked
I seek to lift the veil
Of mysteries
For my mind deeper
Than the old sea

Oh no escape find a way
Pierce it now the fear of the dark
Divine mark fire bite just a fight
Oh no escape to make my way
Face it now in the dead of night
No more cries no more lies
No more doubts to leave behind

Rite after rite the lion will rise
Cradle of truth the demise of time
Fathomless cosmos will be my guide
I seek the red stone for a new life
Until it’s right for slags to die

My steps were guided by a single oath
To choose the path leading to the unknown
I transcended my flesh and my own grave
It’s time to slay the nightmare

Oh no escape find a way
Pierce it now the fear of the dark
Divine mark fire bite just a fight
Oh no escape find a way
Fight it now in the red star light
No more cries no more lies
No more doubts
To pass the gate of Midnight

Dragons: Symbols of fire and raw forces guarding transformation.

Bird Language: The secret tongue of alchemists, the mystical language of nature.

Lion: The red lion, emblem of strength and the stage of the Great Work.

Red Stone: The Philosopher’s Stone in its final state, perfect transmutation.

Slag: The impure residue left after the alchemical fire has burned away what is useless.

Bluish droplets collide
They faint and intertwine
On the iron stained glass
Waving in the half-light

Delicate spinal columns
Witness to fleeting beauty
Skeletons tending to heaven
Bears the cathedral city

The storm’s retreating roar
Clashes with the thunder’s roll

Castle built on a black cliff
Hidden by the evergreens
The slow rustle of the wind
Cradles the City of Tears

Soothing the lonely shadows
Pounding the murky arches
The symphony of echoes
Is sheltering the City of Tears

Roaming in my pale mantle
I am the ghost and the guest
Under the bridge and my feet
Pass my fondest memories

I dried my alabaster
Eyes to fix in history
The heroes of the hours
That shaped my destiny

Raindrops cascade down the hill
A grey river shedding its fill

No more grist for the mill
No more salt for my grief
I face the icy fears
As they fade in the breeze

I lie down on the warm sheet
I close my heavy eyelids
And I dream without barriers
A crease appears on my cheeks

Black pigments of the pen
Write on the old parchment
Vibrant dots on the stave
From the spheres they descend

Belligerent mayhem
Clashes and aligns
High vibrations blend
Tremendous power climbs

With all wonders combined

Beneath the skeletal lid
The daring sapling branches
They connect and interlace
To new golden buds to raise

The cerebral spider’s web
Weaves a constellation bright
In a dusty cellar’s ebb
Purifies the stifling night

My perishable form
Empty and so fleeting
Is nourished by the warm
Light that keeps it beating

The harmony of the spheres
Bows down and conquers too
My blood is pulsing and I breathe
In shades of crimson hue

Drifting above the moon

The great reality stream
Lacks its true foundation
And always strikes a deal
With the imagination

As the swan glides and sways
On the belly of the pond
The willow stretches its hair
In the rippling reflection

The note spreads out afar
Before its last sequence
It drowns within the blue space
In the sheer sound of silence

Golden Buds: New ideas sprouting, opening vision toward new paths.

Cerebral Spider Web: The network of neurons, weaving thought and memory.

Crimson Hue: The final stage of alchemy, perfection through fire.

The breeze lightens my hair
As I leave the dense smoke
I cast my dazzled gaze
On the dale of plant gold

Along the path I tread
The scent of cedar spread
And mingle in the air
On those I’ve come to stare

Piercing eyes and amber gleam
Driven by a pure energy
They hold the secret of my inner peace
Their wide roots deepen within
As my will to power is seen

When great disgust prevails
Gather from distant heights
The stars of the mountains
That bears the icy sky

A child creates reclines
In perfumed flowers wide
With a lyre enchants
Plays joy of the life’s tide

May this isle provide
A haven for my mind
From many travels’ close
I rest upon its shore

Let my instinct conceive
An airy mercury
Who flies above the peaks
And dwells in caverns deep

Will to Power (Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra): The fundamental force of life, not just survival, but the drive to grow, to overcome, and to shape the world. It is the inner energy that transforms chaos into creation, weakness into strength, and existence into becoming.

Great Disgust (Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra): The decisive crisis that prepares transformation. It is the nausea before life as it is, the rejection of complacency, false morality, and old values that once gave meaning but now feel empty. In this breaking point, man turns away from what no longer sustains him, making room for the creation of new values.

Stars (Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra): The “dancing star”: creation born from inner chaos.

Icy Sky (Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra): The clear, rarefied air of the heights; the breath of fresh ideas.

Airy Mercury: The volatile spirit, messenger and mediator of transformation.

Peaks and Abyss (Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra): The double movement required to become a creator. The peaks are the heights of the spirit, the moments of clarity, power, and vision. There, man takes distance from established values, breathes the rare air of new ideas, and glimpses what the Overhuman could be. The abysses are the descents into suffering, the loss of meaning, the inner chaos, the disgust for the old world and for oneself. They are the confrontation with pain, solitude, and the void that precedes every true transformation.

The sun cuts through the snowy lace of the lake
The icy air bites her alabaster face
Her focused breath blows across the steaming plain
Metal plates surround the mantras on her waist

Her hidden talisman still burns on her chest
But Hachiman predicts a black butterfly
The red pine misted behind her swift footsteps
She will cut off the head of the strongest man

Nature is one with me
I am the glowing phoenix
Rider with honed Tachi
Let the golden dawn bleed
For my soul will be set free

I gallop with the kamis
My bow pierces the ranks
The wind brings steel and dread
And my heart hangs by a thread
With metal I’ll triumph

She soars like a heron beneath the mountain
Her blade undulates with the flow of the water
The mirror of the sky darkens with red grief
The field of frost like the winter of her sword

kono konton to shita sekai de wa
senka no naka de saku hana no yō ni
nayami no nai kokoro dake ga hana o sakaseru koto ga dekiru
(In this chaotic world, only a heart without worries can bloom like a flower blooming in the midst of war)

Dip your Naginata in the sacred river
You’re the onna-bugeisha who fights with honour
Prevent rust from tarnishing your pure dignity
Clean your mouth and your hands with quiet honesty

The salamander drinks the blood on the spilled reeds
Recite the prayers for the rest of the departed

moshi ima koko o hanaretemo
kono yama no chōjō made
sugu ni modottekuru
matteiru to ittekure sae sureba
(If I leave here now
To the top of this mountain
I’ll be right back
As long as you tell me you’ll be waiting for me)

The shore of Lake Biwa in flower
Under the willow of the spirit
The cries of a soul fade away
The cries of Tomoe Gozen

Mantras on the Chest: Protective sutras or charms placed beneath the armor, carrying divine words close to the heart.

Talisman around the Neck: Protective charm worn in battle, invoking divine favor.

Hachiman: God of war and protector of the samurai.

Black Butterfly: Symbol of death and the soul’s passage.

Red Pine: Evergreen tree, emblem of endurance and longevity.

Tachi: Curved long sword of the samurai, worn edge down.

Kamis: The spirits or deities of Shinto, present in all things.

Naginata: Polearm with a curved blade, emblematic weapon of female warriors.

Onna-bugeisha: Female warrior of the samurai class, trained in arms and strategy.

Salamander: Mythical creature of fire, enduring flames without being consumed.

Tomoe Gozen: Onna-musha of the Genpei War (1180–1185), famed retainer of Minamoto no Yoshinaka in the Heike Monogatari.