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Madness of the Graves
OMEN
(The tones of mystery)
I see a shape - or is that a mere hallucination? - As rocking on me and from their eyes trickle the bloody tears, I hear a whisper of lifeless lips, it calling me on into the depth, I am going away with it, awake in the empire of dead, l hear words, out of one's graves arising a legends of dead dreams, listen in with me to tales, which once were truth
THEN
(The tale about destiny)
In depths of mysterious moors,
Where rags of fog were wed with rain
Dazing smell of mysterious herbs
Tickle the wistful nares.
It hide's deep there...
Then I've set out to the very center
Inward the world of Talmalion
Difficult way stayed in for me
I became the pilgrim of Eons.
Lonely and lonely
I've wondered and sought,
Forgotten by all, but strong
Relentlessly I've headed to the end
To the home of all mystic ages.
The storytellers from the depth of unknown come, their flutes and pipes made of human bones sounds, ballads of blood and Death enchant me, in their claws drifting me further and further, with no chance to return and I hear, I hear a calling of graves.
MADNESS OF THE GRAVES
(Calling)
Silver gathers of the Graves,
Silver flowers of the Graves,
Silver voices of the Graves,
Silver eyes of the Graves...
They calling me every night
Singing to almost go mad
Singing their songs of death
I tell you everything I heard
During a dark nights.
Ballads of death empires
Ballads of dead realms
Ballads of dead ages
Ballads of Graves
They calling me every night
Singing to almost go mad
Singing their songs of death
I tell you everything I heard
During a dark nights.
...I hear the voices, they speak of Ancestors, glory, uprising, failure...
TALKING BONES
(The story of legacy)
Bones broke the silence, lay their story,
and I stood voiceless in my petrify,
seized by beauty and dread,
dragged into by delight of unknown,
I danced with them and sing,
Am I death or alive?
We arise then
Into the infinite battles
Legacy of ancestors
Were sacred to us
No one could resist
No one attempts it
We broke down the rules
And we want to be immortal
The dead come then
Rules of ancestors stop to hold good
Everything flood a blood
Everything flood dread
Only we have left - talking bones
Only we have left - talking bones
Pass on our message - talking bones
Pass on our message - talking bones !
The silence scattered at the moment, misty shadows stroll about, cold and gloom circumfusion me, I tilt to bonfire who suddenly out blaze, stretch out arms to blaze, fiery tongue cross and story of old Messengers and dark gods revived in my bosom....
ENDOWMENT
(Refused message)
Through the dark night silent song fly in
With an antique story enweaved
Old man's voice only whispering with the Wind
As string of lute shiver.
In olden days happened
Those dark gods sent to man a gift
Which nobody understand, which nobody want
Gift really singular, sovereign.
Long since in dust turned
Last who knew it and dreamt of it
Northern winds to its southern brothers
Only sings and blows of him.
Through barren hallway of ruined castles
In deep woods, in diadems of trees
Sounds woeful song of oblivion
About what was and might be
Withheld was gift, oblivion is
Voice shivers as string of lute
Elves sings about man who were scorn
With Blessing of intellect to its children
Only gales, rock and deep woods know....
I am going out of the silver shadows, sitting down dazed under the tree, I see stark land, empty souls, silence fall around. Lad and gal hold on to their arms and go away through bloody dew, do you hear?
TREE
(Power of calling)
He sat below it and listen in,
Listen in to all what it told
...And at the time come that unknown
Come from nowhere and behind no one
His lips whisper unknown words
Never heard and delusive
Words as a cares enchanting
Arousal, beauty and emotion
Like silver breeze stroke
That lovesome and silent words
Melodies sounds out of his lips
And people listen to the unknown
But yet so imminent
And then...
...Then like dazed, everyone
Old mans and children, woman and mans
Went away, no one knows where
Went away for ever, without return
And nobody already see them
Only he sat along under it
And listen in to all what it tell
The tree tell its story along
The tree tell its story along
I am driving a horse among shadows, flashes of storm, roaring in space, it is raining blood, knee- deep wading in the mourn, butterfly of ruin waved its wings, lit up clouds dropped down to ground, Death is smiling and dancing on graves, like furious, obsessed with her desire for life, grievous rage ...
AUTUMN
(Legend about life)
In autumnal yellowed foliage
Knightly armor dwells and killed horse
Sunlight breeze dry out dew
On helmet and sword of hero
Hero dropped of in eternal sleep
Glance of his dull blue eyes
Sad and weary towards heaven aim
Fade away the glory of gallant knights
Trees are bowing down with wistful song
Grey hairs of fathers, woeful eyes of mothers
Tone of sylvan horns sounds through the autumn
Clamor of battles in a distance fade away.
As it whole world were went to sleep
And stars glowing on yellowed foliage
Where knightly armor dwell
And killed horse, helmet and sword...
Dedicated to J.Vrobel
I would become my own demon, somebody speaks to me, his sight fire's a sign in my heart, sign of age and death, sign fiery and frore, coursing before me dark and horrid.
IN THE HEART OF DARKNESS
(Ballad of ancient realms)
Excrescences of hate are weaving
With roots of spite and evil.
Coursing mass of matter
Lento changing color and shape.
What will be spawned in following while?
What will be smashed for new life?
What's going on in a heart of darkness?
What's going on in a heart of darkness?
What revived all universes?
What is that great mystery?
Wherefrom coming in tidings to us?
Are we the origin or fetus?
Heart of darkness pulse in depth.
Rivers of ages are joining there
Gates of worlds purfle shores.
But where rise life and death?
Hate and love are dancing together,
Birth with extinction ardently screwing,
Their children -life and death -rejoice,
Sadness is smiling and pleasure is crying ...
I am lying down exhausted, unable to move, resolved not to listen, full of lunacy and mystified, nathless the Last is coming and I am arising again, seized with insatiable desire for knowledge, The last is narrate.
THE LAST GATE
(The story of Demons)
Equirhodont:
In times of dark ages
Demons of extinction raised
And opened gates to all realms.
Naked beings were leaved at the mercy
Of withering power, as stalls fall.
Old Ones:
Ninety-nine Gates are already closed
Their worlds are ruined.
Only last gate is withstanding
Protected by immense power
Mages are defending their world.
Durron:
Demons are insane and rage with anger
Who is rising to oppose them?
What are these powers?
Which is protecting this world?
Why is it?
Hex:
Nathless they are only two
Strong and powerful, invincible.
The first Equirhodont is,
The second Durron is called
Their world is Magic.
Lykorian:
The wall created by spells
Is rising before demons.
The wall eternal like universe
Resilient like Mages
Is stronger after every thrust.
Magician:
The struggle appear to be infinite
Isn't it however only a dream?
Milliard years already last,
Does not appear that one day ends up
Why should so?
Leviathan:
Black magic is aeonic, powerful
Demons hold their world.
Who was drive them into the battle
Which hasn't winner
Which will have the end?
Equirhodont:
No one knows, and don't understand
This endless urge
Conquer the mystery and mysticism
Volition of Excellency
Hunger for eternity.
So the struggle lasts to these days
And will last forever.
You are only ordinary humans,
Humans before gates.
Before closed gates!
Forever!
Forever and alone!
You stupid humans
forever!
The last went away, I stayed alone among graves, serene, silvern, in which rests thousand tales, which nobody knows, which nobody listen in and which nobody narrates ...
AFTERWARDS
(The tale at the end)
Clatter of hoofs, black robes,
Night falls on the land,
Neigh of horses, the scent of flame,
Leather, steel, and sweat.
Riders are hurrying through the dark plain,
Like a wind of destruction,
And behind them silence prevails again,
As they were not ...
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