Song of (the) last choir of souls desirable
And heart beating of the Dark Master
Throbs in the veins of black blood
On the wings of fire embraced in ice
Gold butterfly in the black blossom's sea
Supported by earth, not the sun
Engagements of light and dark
Breed a crowd of gray undead.
In the silence sounds a drum's storm
Kettle drums from depths of past
In the dateless chambers wakes anger
From silent cobwebs quickens a stone

Drums in the deep, sad accompany
Accompany of wrath music
Wrath of wind, water and sun.

White sand flows through my fingers
And I'm parting with every grain
With every throb of earth's life
With every tree in its arms.
Black tears drip over my cheeks
Pleasure and madness in the eyes
As cheering rays of the last day
I am coming a part of dust and stars

In the silent sounds a drums storm
Kettle drums from depths of past
In the dateless chambers wakes anger
From silent cobwebs quickens a stone.

Storm calmed, drums hushed
And a new sun has risen, new springs have burst
Unfettered with any arm
From dust and wreck flowered a tree.
Souls of martyrs expired wrath is gone
Only a memory like a drop is left
Blood drop on the bloom of tree of life

While you're dark, through you're glaring
Holding madness of the day in your hands
Loving,hating,jabbing,gliding
Your speech is death of nerveless names.

You slumber, wait in the rock
Keeping ward over passer-bies feeling.

When a pilgrim goes round, you're only smiling
Fanfare of cries of martyred
Jab my eyes out and throw them into the sea
Let them lie in the bluish tomb.
I don't want them, let the blood flow out of my eyes,
Bare eyes as a gift to you

Kill my dreams, hew the tree down
Let the swarfs burn in the eyes of love.
You'll give me black and furious
Let it run cramped back to the fire

Light the fire in hearts of stone
Of hushed demons in the roots of evil trees.
Let's fly with them like a silent thought
For murder of all into your house.

Myriads of stones and courts of gems
Thousands of chambers of revived walls.
Singing in disharmony of our loving
And every groan of yours along with yell
Like when the sun sets for ever
And Satan digs his trident in it,
Leeding tempered silver
Thus I'm dying, thus I love you, my star

Again the day which makes sad
and tears flood hundreds of eyes.
A bell signifying to all
Another life will be passed away.
Beautiful youth finishing its voyage
In violent death, verdict of aegis.

Master , no motives.
Without throbs on the judge's order,
He finishes, the girl's life.
Perhaps,he'll feel a sorrow in his heart,
But he's got no right to decide.

Satan's caper hurls sentence
And earth engulfs( the) shackled body.
Without proofs, just in a blind aegis,
He makes( the) dependant beg on knees.

Temple of pain long ago in its walls
Holds dismay and despair.
Only master executioner waits for a sentence,
In nights without dreams, without qualms.
Fills every order,
How soulless he proceeds to other executions.
On the sill of death he stays alone,
Only God and him sows death around.

I remember us riding white horses
that would die for their faithfulness
with us on their backs.
Paths that went across the lands of fields,
Only your white dress flied behind us.
Hillock that extends along the path,
A cross on top guards its land.
It extends its hands sideways and it leaves everybody choose direction.
Shadows and clouds are flowing towards the night
And towards the light where the sun looks,Sun looks up by day.

You have chosen (the) way of night
Where the moon spill a shiny thin thread
It lights up trees and abandoned houses
Which are empty and where is no children shouting.

I felt like in a trap
When my legs turned to stones.
But you have chased your horse on
Up to the edge of the wood where a quarry was.

I have rambled since this moment
And the woods are my judges.
I expect my verdict and judgement on and on
Close to the end of my strenghts and infirm,
I give up elements in the clutches of darkness and nightmare.

Seared land nothing will ever grow,
Open a gate to the Underground.
Rivers of (lava and) flaming stones,
Like (flagged) path invite (you) to go
Close air burning my lungs,
Destructive heat changes skin into paper
Walking barelegged on the glowing ember,
Thus I can (only be) reedemed.

The night's coming, only a war raging beyond,
Steel horses rushing naked over the land.
Thousands of dead lying among the flames
And the dark of death covers all in its coat.
Clouds of arrows made mosquito swarms dig the chests
Of those who fight a war they don't understand.
Walls of carts change into ash,
With tears in the eyes one can hardly sing the song of good.
Beads in hands and the crucifix instead of a pike,
Redeem me my Queen, Queen of Souls.

Margins of alleys with trees standing sentry,
Hundreds of dead in the branches.
Those who said : "I'd never fall for anybody in battles".
Raven flocks report their arrival
And a croaker (from the dark forest) signifieses.
He's the one who calls death in.
How insane warfare seems to be
For belief in God or greater territory.
Who soothes widows and feeds kids,
when the king called their fathers die.

Who soothes people, when God takes their kins away,
who gives them power for times of quandary.
They only have you as a virgin,
You, my queen, queen of souls.

At evens used to hear the tempting Angel's song,
Over spans of human bones dinging in the sky.
Boundless desire trying to vault through the time'
Tween death and stable humaness.
From elds handing over the collusion with heaven,
For bow to death they want to touch the stars.
Just touch for a moment to feel like gods,
Control awhile the flow of human streams.

Choirs of birds will hush, when envoys of death come down,
To a war that humans can never win,
caused by foolishness and disrespect to the star rulers.
Inert bodies will grace a hides of fields,
Like blooms of death looking up the sun.
And hundreds of grooms start their grass on the dead,
Trim their brothers as a tax to their gods.
Aneled head sits on the throne of anguish.

Crowds of rats lie underfoot.
Ruler's char offers a kid and may rats drink its blood.
Calix of wordly blood born from mouth to mouth.
With desire stronger than sense.
Imbibed with the blood gone you feel,
It's the blood been drunk in the dry clay.
Unaware you're part of it,
You won't awake and no way back.

At evens used to hear the tempting Angel's song,
Over spans of human bones dinging in the sky.

Just a false feeling of a girl unmature
And a maiden long in her young mind.
Doesn't know what she soullesly does,
What she cause, when she only wants.
Bursts of sorrow and blasts of gall,
Doctors seized with feeling of bewitch.
To the cloister with her
Let her come to oblivion.
(Faulty idea connected with it.)

Celebration in the cloister, where crucifix breaks,
Body exorcis has no force.
Holy nurse's friary carried to her side,
Asleep raving pale over corridors.
Her effort to dash all she loved,
Shall change into case with a young man holy.
Thrown shortly into rotting cell,
Can't see acts the judge intrudes upon him.
May he be the devil's servant, who only speaks to God.

Half dead hear fire purgatory,
With the fiery pair of evil and
Servant of fallen, rising dead men up.
Gorges the body that can hardly sense,
Tied at the post, spillt with tar.

I had a dream of pain
Pain coming out of my heart.
Couldn't breathe and lost your world.
Diving in the dark, floating through the picture of the time frame.
Awaking in the yell of war scenes, changing into a prey
Like all around me.
My horse's hurt, dying in my hands.
I don't keep my anger, without spite I cut human lives by the sword.
Cry and weeping all around.

Streams of blood, replaced with a stream of tears,
Thanks to God I am the winner
I praise Lord for his heart.
In my mind is love light of my life.

Why???

Raped and murdered, is it the reward for my faith?
Death is just a mirror, time is just a river.
I don't want to live in a world without light!

Lost and sold out turning to the God.
His face of stone recoils from mine.
Death is more merciful,
Let the fire finish my agony!!!

Let the smoke take me away
Into the eternal distance.
Just want to light on his white chest,
Hear his heart like a bell calling me.

Howbeit strong I seem to be,
I have sorrow inside and ask for forgiveness.
You, lady of an immaculate word
and I have misused your favour.
So I ask myself who am I?
Once a hunter a fiance of fear now,
I may not turn and look up to your face after all,
It is not for the first time when I deceived a tenderness
And I have not said the last word

He emerged from the night, covered with the cloak,
With and exhausted horse and faraway expression.
How shall he adress, ask for a shelter?
Why was he carried with the wind straight hither?

I have flowers in my arms
And I hardly pull my legs in irons through the soil.
A crown of thorns on my head
And a fruit of life of my blood is laying under my heart,
Heavier than a stone.
It's your sin that lead my ways astray in the rocky paths
The irons, the irons are your emotions.
I shed my blood, the blood of your blood
And the blood of my blood.
May it become poison and you drink water with this blood.