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Stay...
As the Legend comes true...
Among the virgin snows we are Her silent envoys
We make you dream
About what's happened
Long ago,
So long ago...

I've seen you off by a vernal sunrise
To meet again in autumn dusk;
And overcome with sudden uneasiness -
A fine delight of my throbbing heart.

Be standing quiet, blessed with oblivion
Inhaling the freshness of your enchanting cold,
And feel this strange severe fondness
You give me captured to behold.

These calm and solemn snowfalls,
In which I am drowning, revealing
That the death is no more;
Being lost from this Earth
I am yet to be found
Among the stars not known
Before...

"I am not the only one,
Who drifts away into the Might of this Night
The decision's yours so will you join me?
We could, if dared, defeat the Height..."

- Please go dance with me
Before I fall asleep,
And teach me one more word
Of your perfect tongue...
As you are the only one
I want to talk to
I wish to talk to
I'd like to talk to...
- You...
No! Wait... I know... I'm doomed to talk to...
Bring the Crown!
Bring the Crown!
For a prince of this Misery
In the glow of the Northern Lights
To become a true king...
And till the end of the times
He'll dwell unopposed
Once being beheaded -
Forever stay Crowned...

I open heart for my eyes to see
The skies are crying turning grey;
Today I seem to fail finding decent cause
That would persuade me to stay.

A pale cold haze by stealth conceals the path
As lurking shade transforms the day so fast,
Rich colours fall against the bleak decay.
Am I the one to pass these waters longing
For their living prey?

All where I can turn my look is a reign of Mire.
I cry out but echoes die unborn
The dismal life of the Mighty Bogs
Shall go on undisturbed at all...

Perceive the stuffiness, the swamp's breathing hard
Digesting dreams of those who're now its part,
Who've been sucked in or maybe jumped themselves;
They cheat all deaths and never die being far away long dead.

Let woken be those whose time has passed
And the blessed get dressed in their newer flesh;
Then come to soak my fury up and join
To free our world from meanness.

Wrong are those who're telling you there's nothing to be awake for.
The Mire is enormous but not endless.
It has its boundaries and I've managed to find them.
I've spent all my life searching, before've finally succeeded,
Yet after all I've been through, it seems to me
That I am the only one who dares to know.


... I find the way out...

Hear me call from the other side
Of the deadly mire's halls!
See, I could pass them through
And some other will if he wants.

And all those, who were killing me
For billion poignant times,
Failed again... yet my stars rise to shine
For the last time in these skies...

Master am I of the dark side you have never been even close to
Oblivion I give to the hordes, watching the sun
Burning their eyes that can't see.
I know I am the one you hate and fear,
Fear of my black heaven calls
One day to leave... to live...
"Maybe it's just the way to be?"
Humility! How I scorn you, worms!

In shining masks they come well dressed,
Light bows imply the impeccable taste
And smiled are their rotten faces;
Nice talks, small jokes, the things that I choke with
And cursed are these species forever...

Once in a dream that I have seen...
Me falling down, into your blazing sea;
So, will you be forcing me to arise?

And they strike...

Among eruptions he stands stands alone,
The only master we are loyal to,
And seeing him makes us know
They won't defeat us
Till his hands can hold the power of the
Empire!

Visions

Orgy of vermin is bursting through the rotting flesh's agony,
Thrilling delight for ubiquitous corpse devourers,
Which are faithfully creeping around the abandoned throne,
Whereto death is slowly descending to rule over chaos!

Burn! Hell is mine, yours is the agony!
I bless you to die! Hated! You! All!

Pain-disfigured burning face...
Lips seeking some moisture...
Morbid delirium emitting distress...

Let this flooding despair caress me...
We've been chosen today,
Following instincts,
To arise being haunted to death...

Come closer as this mournful day falls;
Blinded by men, yet still able to hear
The laughter, which is fading towards
The secret domain of our souls.

But it comes another day
Like a ravenous doom,
And rise the Cursed to battle
The hated human scum.
Once've started, they won't stop...

Made of leaves is my crown,
A gift of the dreaming autumn,
Which is coming down, smiling,
To join me in my forever dance...
I won't come back...

White ships of mist are moored in the morning -
The final taste of the sweet night wine;
Tonight we've got to know the sorrow
And cold ghostly wind will take us all away at dawn...

It'll carry the ashes
Back through the grieving night
Away from the brightening horizon;
And on the wings of a doleful sigh
It will release them
Into the dazzling winter day...

Time!
As a demon I rise, feeling the hunger
I gather us for the final Sabbath at last on this night;
And I fly as the nightshade attacks the light,
As it makes me the strings of thy wrath and all-conquering sin.

Down into the hunt! Till the darkness allows,
None of their bastions will be safe on this hour.
Before the daylight devours our flesh, I wonder,
How many will manage to flee?

This night is worth the whole life,
Yet the prophecy says we all to be burnt in the pitiful dawn!
So be it! This oath's yet to serve us:
In torments and deaths to unite!

Passing the burning cliffs
Our ship is leaving the bay;
Remember us, for the others won't...

As morning strikes,
It feels the day
Up with the mass
Of deadly horror!
It wakes up the dead
To proceed with rot
And thus provide them all
With turmoil...

Master!
Art thou hearing me call?
Through these storms that I've summoned
As a tribute to thy majesty!
Regard! Oh, Almighty!
Thy mortal bride is prepared,
And blessed she lies awaiting thee...

Thou, who allowed me to be thy choirs of sorrow,
In ascendant stream of this symphony...
Heavier are my wings, yet it was damn worth of trying
To reach this height to fall from so desperately...

And here it comes...

Good mornin... Just woke up.
Today is 20th of September;
I wash and dress and then...

Good morning... Just woke up.
Today is 15th of November;
I wash and dress and go...

Good morning... Just woke up.
Today is 5th of May;
I wash and dress and then...

And the ceiling's gone as
Heavy smoke. Am off into the
Stream of Night... so fragile...
To live another life of mine
Either forgotten or unhappened...

...A boat is cutting dark green waters, I am watching it while dad is rowing.
I spot a thread of smoke at the bank, a smell of food, somebody's waving to us...
We're home, both tired, wet but pleased: today 't was a perfect fishing.
My mom's surprised and happy, so am I. She's smiling, praising me, her son.
Am running, my sister's joining me! It's swinging time, who's the first?
We're swinging so that apples fall and joy's filling the garden.
And then we're having an evening meal outside, together.
Black-yellow tongues of fire are rushing up
Into the velvet sky, so magically stellated.
All of a sudden, a spark, it hits my eye...
Growing's the pain to blow up the world and kill me back.
Into the Day we all belong to...

Morning... Just woke up...

And so it goes, day after day:
A pale-gray circle of indifferent decay...
I just don't know what still makes me wake up
To find myself surrounded
By the dead again...

...For buzz of bees and scent of pollen,
And can-docks over water's deep,
For silver threads of warm rains fallen,
For all 't still dwells beneath the steep;

For shady glades and sunny wild heaths
And golden meadows, where we've run,
For rapture of a careless child with
The taste of pinesap on his tongue...

For a night-bird's flight across the river
Through the mournful toll of a lonely church,
For after-dawn dew droplets quiver
And moths that dance in the light of a torch;

For those who choose the pain of living
And bleeding wounds from that day forth,
For martyrs tortured, whose forgiving
Still helps the Skies to bear this Earth...

I take a deep breath as the vision's dying...
Those never fail who never dare
Bewept by none and cursed, we were just trying
To dream of what you're not aware...

Of floating mists embracing lovers
And honey poured on just baked bread,
Of solid rocks and fragile flowers...

Yet nothing matters to the dead...

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