Cemetery of Scream
Melancholy
Prologue
(fragments of Leopold Staff's poem)
Melancholy
The lovers of night in the fadded mouths
Brought the message in the hopeless solitude
Silent nature in the possessed dance
Bowed trees seem to pay the homage
Humiliation'n 'death the gods of heaven
Irony of things which are steel passing
Imoortal'n' eternal march of the mortyrs
Alone on the rock of might of egsistence
Dying in silence
Conscience like the rugged velvet
Empty balconies, the windows of closed lands
The rain is sappin' the blood from the death stones
Of the power of naked nothingness
So ridiculous in his sudden will of fight
Entanglin' the legs in mazes of eternal condemnation
The hopeless of life
The smell of thousands of candles burnin'
On the nameless tombs
For glory of the unknown pagan deities
You're overthrowin' the monuments to
Overthrow the myth of power
Thorn of rose hurts your hand
Too weak to beat the soulless stuff
The gloom of soul and the sea of destiny
Melancholy of the silent funerals
Dry flowers, tears like tragic jokers
No one know your name
Blue flowers in the moonlight
Are bleedin' of your voice
Dolor Ante Lucem
The rows of the even planted old trees
Standing like the aged monuments of tradition
Passed on of the eternal rule of the light
Immortal stigma and the chains of brain
The fall is paining the trees in the colour of blood
Flowerbeds of fadded and dry flowers
Like the human-beings
Sentenced to the eternal estangement
Cemeteries plunged in the fire of sun
Bare and empty marble doms
Overgrown of moss and shrouts crosses
Are screamin' to heaven for a fear of the light
I'm standing at the gate of eternity
With eyes full of pain gazed in nothingness
Vileness and meanness - those are the earth kingdoms
The daily torment of egsistence comes again
Every part of a clock
Energy and stone
Is a part of destiny
Gods of Steel
I know the pain of insane
Which comes to my soul
I see the streets drowned in rain
The melody of sad
Flag is tremblin' in my hands
I'm beatin' out the paintings in rock
The picture of the dying people
Monuments of black tales
Glaciers
Melted from the glow of thousands of hells
Forged with hands of the condemned beings
The create the inaccessible heaven
The vision of modern machine of extinction
Scorning the might of universe we're staying equal gods
To feel the shudder of anxiety when the all generations fall to ruin
Aspiration for eternity for the might of mind
Dark visions of bright'n'pernicious tombs
Glaciers of steel
The monuments of superhuman effort of the crowds
Stupefied of life when the impotence
And lack of final apocaliption inside
Wrecks of words, of ecstasy this all
Mixed up with mud 'n' slime of hopeless expectation
Be equal to heaven'n' have a glance at shadows eyes
Feel the taste of divinity and fall of the huge ceiling
Those are the poisoned drugs of a limited mind
The circle of light is whirling like the mill
When the earth will have covered
The stel of our feelings
It will stay just the silence
And the marble monument of the man
And Just the Birds...
Elegy of silent windows
Of wind in the boughs of the trees
Of the plain of lights
Wrapped up in a grief
The crest of roof broken'n' left
Walls overgrown of grass'n' wine
Whate shrub washed down of drops of storm
Windows bunged with rotten boards
And just the birds live here
Wanderers from distant hills
The bringing' the breath of a space
Breath of unreal impetus
Apocaliptic Visions (Part II)
And when sky will burn by fire of purple
And the earth will tremble under my feet
I won't tell anything I will fly high driven on
The angel wings or I will fall straight to the dark abbys
I woun't tell anything...
I will stay somewhere far, far...
Where? Don't ask for it man, fly and die!
Anxienty
Where is my real-imaginary world?
Empty spaces of the sunset
Spaces of the lost hopes
Of the deprived of feelings faces
The laughing devil is disappearin' in the clouds of smoke
Spiderweb
Life is running'way against the sad light of the day
The left shreds in my hands
Blood in the empty, forgotten tins
Cut off heads, strange creations of the nature
The bulbs, black lights from under the vault
Acrid teste of blood in mouth
I found oneself death in the room
Tangled hands like shoots of vine
The grimace of scream has twisted my face
Anxiety in the death and cold eyes
The tyrant of life triumphed
Landscape of Sadness
The blue
Eyes full of hues and sunshine
The sad
Mouth full of longing'n' desires
The puppets of the characters took out of fables
The are making endless seas
The eye, nothing but a soulless shape
When the world and the universe are lying open
The night and black the opposition for day and white
Good and evil
Thousands of colours like the sounds
Are flying up to the drew out hands
The dream, the spasm, the desire
Eternal target, motivation for a life
The black of curtain ending the play
The weight of dead man eye-lids
Limits of existence and perfection
Where the truth, where the flowers
Where is the smell of thousands of flowers
Paradise
The landscape of paradise
The landscape of life
The landscape of sadness
Lost Flowers
Dust particles of the empty words like
Left wings of the unvisible birds
Flowers
The storm of the words'n' feelings
H's like the wind
Frail and brittle stalks-it's time
To pass and die
Lightnings of feelings
The silence of the warm evening
Stars threw on the heaven like the seeds of
Flowers of hate'n' love
The rains streaming along the edge of the counter
Flowing down the shoulder and face
Cold blows of whip
The whisper of silent drops
Windows, panes of flashes'n' brilliance
The darkened by the grey fog of the gloom
Liberation'n' freedom
Empty cages out of pigeons
We were floated by the oceans
With the eternal prophecy in the hand
The poetry of the streets drowned in the rain
The green of the trees and the black of the night
Contrast of hope and hidden sad
Floods of tears-cold and soulless
Lost flowers
Covered by the dust of oblivion
Mercy hidden under the veil of the old splendour
The past
Immortal monument of hate'n' love
Of passion'n' desire
Sameone said to the mirror
When you're alone in your world
It will be the end of your dreams
It will stay just the sad
The green of hope the next blessin'
Left on the stainy table
Violet Fields of Extinction
Violet fields, blooming of the nameless crime
In the light of the empty screens
Pulsating ray
Short shutters of hatred
Ritual dance of shadow gestures
Lodge of scoffers, tangled hands
Humiliation, blooming on the breasts like a weed
Transfused on the paper, the makes endless marchs of
Twisted and sick gestures, insane shapes
Evil, diminished to the measure of a tear
In our might, small as the empty words
Madmen
On the sock of glory'n' tradition
Darkness will come, bringin' the relief
I won't see the face of god when he'll come
With bowed head
Legs in the slime of dirty life
Left in own hopelessness
On the armchair of illusion
I will submit the sentence
I'll stay the moon saving the cadaverous light
On the violet fields of extinction
Epilogue
(fragments of Leopold Staff's poem)
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