Hathred
Sing with me this song of hate,
Draw the pentagram, choose thy fate.
Bring a weapon to the stone,
Raise thy whisper to death tone!
Hear my ancient words and rhymes
As they fly to split the skies,
Through their blue, above the stars,
Leave the space the ugly scars.
Then the hot rain, then dark clouds
Will appear with pearl too loud.
And then down to the helpless world
Will come the black death called the plague...
Let they pray and let they die �
None of them lives in my mind.
Dim my soul, but still alive �
I shall raze or I shall try!
South in fire and north is cold,
West is drowned and east isn't bold -
That's I've chosen for this earth,
Doomed to be razed since its birth...
Mine that dream � there are no men,
People's gone, their future's dead!
What I want will never be �
That's my sorrow and my grief.
Lake of the lost souls
"This lake is holy for the human ones,
This pond of lost souls of their mortal dead,
We stand beside and watch the dawn of time
We wait for their fate come to this blood end..."
***
Words there we heard they made us cold,
One after one slow got we down,
To watch the feet of mountain high,
Returned to hearths and wives were ours.
The talk of gods, the stony ones,
Of their conversation I am witness,
No one would tell how long and hard
To be alone among the winter...
Four we were alive, two still keep their breath,
We were together � now parted by death.
A pond of lost souls we saw that divine
So fearful such beauty in innocent light.
In silence no whisper, no trace of the word,
It saves our minds it let us to go
On roads of our fate � no madness at all,
Though all that we saw � here can not be told.
***
Let here be sorrow, nevermind
How short or long shall last the time.
Beloved by madness at the end
And fell in grief and seldom hate
I spend my days alone in cold,
I'm almost blind, and I'm not bold.
Freonds are gone into the fire �
The pyre of last one, great and high,
Will live forever in my mind...
***
The music of gods that we heard
Wakes me up from my sleep,
I weep in my hands for this curse,
My heart is beeting to bleed...
***
My sons, I'll die, now time has come,
This useless words can't let you know
How deep my sorrow in this hour...
You should be strong in rain and snow,
In grief and a wave of true belief,
In summer's sun and on horns of hell,
Be always strong, thy faith must live
Now take my hands and bring me there
On open air to watch the sky,
To feel the last beams of my life...
I send my greeting to this clouds
Above my head floating high.
Not long thy life, but we are glad
To see you ride across the sky!
Not every girl can caress us
But you do always, a young grass,
You touches our feet and we're alive!
How else we can feel such delight?!
All things in life I greet again
'Cos I should go in to the Sleep,
Eternal ones will meet me there
Stand on the dust of the roads of the dead...
A castle of hearts of the damned
A misty place,
Among the wild rocks there's a castle,
But not of stones �
Of bleeding hearts, upon the mountain.
There is no voice
Of any bird cannot fly there,
In solitude
this castle stands...
The castle of hearts of the damned
But music sounds,
That queer and strange, unknown music
With the pain �
It seems like thousands men scream,
Since first creation
This castle grows as the time
Goes past that place
And as men die...
An oreald wudu
An oreald wudu and a cold north wind
Within my eorkanstane I see another scene:
The misty place, the grassy place I see
An endless stream runs through the field.
There is no movement and no voice there lives
The gates of stones, the big gates round the field,
A dim light from the sky which shone
From first creation years ago.
The ancient kings came here at nights
They wanted to take an advice,
An answer old gates through the worlds could give,
But now they're dead, it's sad to hear.
The oldest people only tell about the time,
The time of Spring when all was young,
The scir of stones was powerful and ruled the earth
And somemen said "I worship", but the others, wearg,
Went into tales as those who could not kneel
So they live on although then they were killed.
And years had gone � the men of stones
They made the door through all the worlds
And went away, forever, from that time
The gates of stones stand and remind
Of those who passed and if you can believe,
Who will return when darkyear is too near.
When their time comes they will appear
And bring again an ancient fear...
But now the autumn, grey fog covers all
The field of stones, the memories of old...
I close my eyes and open then, and see:
An oreald wudu and a cold north wind...
An oreald wudu II
T'is noontide, a summer day in prime,
A sun is sending a lovely light.
Is near the river murmuring,
Remembering the days of spring,
When I sat here upon the stone
And looked within my eorkanstane.
An oreald wudu near there is �
I see the bushes and the trees...
No bird can sing in solitude,
So I hear none of living tunes.
Green leaves are whispering all around,
With river's voice it makes the sound
That penetrates into my soul
Where winds of sorrow are too cold.
My second coming this place greets �
A grass is carressing my feet,
I'm likely to love all I feel
Here, where my strongest fathers lived.
Those who could not be slaves to people
Of stones, and who could bear their evil.
It seemed the last one of that kind
I am � my blood filled with the fights
That happened here I'm standing where,
Already I feel no despair
With which I've come, with which I've been,
Lost in the dreams of realms unseen...
T'is noontide, a summer day in prime,
A sun is sending a lovely light.
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