I “Prelude”
The heroes fall like evanescent trills
I can’t believe - that is the end of path
The disappointment flood the roaring seas
The desperation breeds the tameless wrath
The angels falling staggering from now
Death creeps into the beauty of their eyes
Eternity is cold and black and proud
Within her depth but any hope would die
Nothing is woe but everlasting dirt
Seduced them all into the great betrayal
There is no heart that it could ever hurt
Above them world is pitiless and pale
II “In the meadows of my primal spring”
And where the wild plants grew I met my love
Illumed by passion beautiful and deep
Celestial wings of the unblemished dove
The breath of spring, mysterious eyes of dream
She said that we should burn in boundless fire
But words of those were light and warm like wind
Within her smile I read but hush desire
I followed her the paths I’d let her lead
When drunk from love I opened weary eyes
I saw the abyss stretched beside our lair
And in her eyes there were no more disguise
The devil’s lay exuded out of there
Winds tore her wings and breathless body fell
The ravens flock did scatter in the air
In stranded nails they kept the bloody pell
And serpents vanished from her golden hair
And every sigh has echoed from the dark
With nevermore presentiment of bonds
I’ve seen but those who wore the shameful mark
Who burnt in fire with no chance to atone
III “The house of mourning”
God that was sooth beheld by me with awe
The widow’s hands were dappled with the seams
Black veil of grief the body on the floor
Her man benumbed his pale and bluish lips
His reins succinct, his chest stabbed by a sword
Medallion for the merits of the war
His mantle burnt his hollowed pupils coined
Her hair of gray, the valance full of gore
Inhuman names she called through helpless moans
The musty air from mortuary she breathed
And every sigh imbued the darkened walls
The horror of the lonely heart bereaved
Distracted from the woe her lament sang
To every god of river and of air
And light of day was sick of endless pain
As every move was rived from her despair
IV “Disillusion”
With eyeless doll of baby Christ in hands
He walks behind me, eyes are burning red
I crawl and swallow endless desert sands
And with the sun implacable I’m fed
The castles fall and earthquakes sign their end
The emptiness and silence reign the aeons
The butterfly of hope brought me descent
On her cellular parched and dusty wings
And all I wished was final sulfur rain
To strike me down and press me in the ash
He watched me pray with lion’s eyes again
And heat was hurting more than rugged lash
I wished for darkness, the oblivion
For what I saw had driven me insane
I choked with air and cursed the minion
That held my life for new ordeal again
And suddenly I found myself in chains
That martyrs wore when marched into the war
Their eyes were put out and the acid rains
Corroded bodies and their hearts to core
They walked beside the river dark and soar…
V “The limbo”
Where lovers burn in seas of sateless fire
And flowers wither in the hands of beast
For every deed the punishment is dire
And pestilence that rules atrocious feast
I saw her bleed when monsters ripped her womb
That were the children of the men she laid
Deformity has crept from stinking comb
They killed themselves but they could not be dead
She was my love, the first spring of my soul
That called for me though I could not redeem
The words she said to me were true at all
And I have prayed for it was just a dream
The trace of blood she left behind her flesh
They dragged behind themselves into the fire
And then I saw her burn and turn to ash
To wake again for suffering revived
VI “Alone”
I stand alone and watch the rivers flow
Eternity has taken all my dreams
The dirt has sunk before the morning glow
I didn’t hear the terrifying screams
Her face from grave shown peace of ever rest
No shade of pain but else worlds out of pale
Since that I know that all the dead are blest
The living suffer with the mourning veil
Those rivers flow much faster than our time
From nowhere to same nowhere back again
And we ourselves have made the rank of crime
In whose dark bed with our souls we lain
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