Thalarion
Tales of the Woods... Thus was Written
...And Pain Silently Sings
Rents in centuries and between us.
Pages torn out of my life.
You say: "Also fear has its charm".
But for whom arenīt the stars lovely?
Silence brings a solitude.
And pain silently sings.
Touch the other side of the horizon.
Because the pain is what remains.
You are sad as a way of no return.
You are sad as a spring poured out.
Beyond the coffinof gloomy days.
Eyes turned towards doom of delight.
With the black oppressive prayer.
Near the white licking flames.
There is lost melody of a dying sun.
And my sobs revive deep inside.
When the tears fall down on my face.
Pain buried into the mosaic of melancholy.
I flounder through my memories.
Too weak, wholly weary.
Evil laugh, wild dreams.
Burning blood, black heartbeats.
The painful spots, scars in the soul.
That have remained like a sword thrust into the ground.
We sowed the light and pain silently sings.
Silence brings a solitude.
And pain silently sings.
Touch the other side of the horizon.
Because the pain is what remains.
Goddess Of Beauty And Wisdom Sleeps For Evermore (Mournful Ode To Lada)
Salty drops of my tears.
Flowing down my face.
I canīt get rid of my fears.
Where are you, there is still no trace.
Where are you, where are you.
Where is your essence now.
Where are you, where are you.
Where is your essence now.
Inside of me, heartbreak eternal.
Floating mind, time, time funereal.
You have died, you have died so beautiful.
Now I yearn, now I weep for you.
Where are you, where are you.
Where is your essence now.
Where are you, where are you.
Where is your essence now.
Open up your eyes.
Deeply dormant goddess.
Donīt you hear my grieveous cries.
Bring me a piece of tenderness.
Come back, oh Lada.
Return from beyond.
In the shape as before.
Into my world.
You left me now.
I will never see you smile.
Why did you die?
I will never see your bile.
Where are you, where are you.
Where is your essence now.
Where are you, where are you.
Where is your essence now.
Diva Leaves Me... (In My Loneliness)
When the crimson sun sets behind the last horizon.
And the cold moon rises from its diamond throne.
When the screech of the crows get calm in the depth of the night.
And the eyes of wolves shine through the dark.
Along with the marvelous spell of coloured autumn.
From the dust and leaves the memories awake.
Lugubrious silence hides within the deepest woods.
Nothing to hear but a howling wind among the trees.
At the million drops of the morning dew.
Beneath the midnight stars blazing red.
Beyond the whisper of the rain my mind flew.
Where the tenebrous clouds sleep in a celestial bed.
At that time I pass only with my thoughts.
Across the gate of the millenial forest.
Only dark centenary trees are my witnesses.
In my heartbreak, in my loneliness.
For evermore I wander further in my lonesomeness.
All my tears are wept in my everlasting sadness.
Show me the way that leads into eternity.
And that is far more acceptable than time-propinquity.
In the absolute calm I can only hear my footfall.
Besides the silent rustle of the dry grass.
What by the morning grows and by the evening dies.
To show me the way to new adventures.
To show me the way to you, Diva.
Shadow-veiled Nayanna (She Reveals To Me Every Night)
This is the story I will tell you. Itīs happenned long before I was born.
When the ancient rider Zordrak met the dark goddess of war Nayanna.
Amidst the lurid black forest of Carpathia. Hearken! And observe how.
Calmly I can tell you the whole story interpreted by the mouth of Zordrak himself.
It was about dusk.
One evening during the supreme madness.
The church bells mournfully chimed.
As I rode under the cloak of darkness.
The last echoes of the last chime.
Had utterly sunk into silence.
Perhaps I fell into a profound slumber.
As I entered the deep forest.
The trees were black against the evening sky.
And the blackness of these sombre trees appal.
The sun disappeared slowly beyond the horizon.
And the moon rose in all its glory.
With fire in my heart.
Amid the shadows of the trees .
I was dazzled by the amber light.
Of the eeriness and magic enigma.
At the dead hour of the night.
Amid the dreadful silence.
Iīve seen a strange form in the dark.
Formidable but exceedingly grand.
She looked like Venus approaching me.
She had stalked with her black shadow before me.
And enveloped me with an ethereal mystery.
It was the mournful influence .
Of the unperceived shadow that caused me to feel.
Although I neither saw nor heard as she came.
Nayanna... come to me, approach me.
Nayanna... speak to me, touch me.
"Come, come with me". "Whither, oh my goddess".
"To your dreams, to your mind, where you can find your greatest power,
come with me, I can show you the way of immortality".
I fastened my eyes upon her face.
She was the maiden of rarest beauty.
The blood was her avatar and it makes me insane.
Angelically beautiful with emerald eyes.
Her long black hair billowed out in the breeze.
An aura of mystery surrounded her.
And this flawless beauty enthralled me evermore.
Is it an incarnate nightmare incumbent eternally upon my heart?
In the inmost corners of heart heart.
She has forsworn all her delights.
Her eyes flashed fire as the shadows of the flicker of the candle.
No gaiety upon her face, the smile gave way to sorrow.
The tears glistenned within her eyes .
And an insatiable desire for blood as well.
She turned away so that I shouldnīt see her tears.
Than she looked at me for the very last time.
And in the nocturnal silence she calmly evaporated.
Is it an incarnate nightmare incumbent eternally upon my heart?
...Through The Sleeping Nightland
Come with me, take my hand.
Running before the time we shall enter the dreams.
Through the neverending walls of sleep.
Where the clouds whisper our names.
Come with me, touch me.
We shall go in the nightfall.
So that no light will weaken our eyes.
Become my fire in the land of ice.
So that no light will weaken our sight.
Become my torch in the realm of night.
Behold the nightsky where midnight stars.
Slowly move by the space of the darkness.
Read from the stars the course of centuries.
And listen to the melodies of the falling stones.
Come with me, touch me.
We shall go in the nightfall.
So that no light will weaken our eyes.
Become my fire in the land of ice.
So that no light will weaken our sight.
Become my torch in the realm of night.
Come with me, take my hand.
We shall wander through the sleeping nightland.
To find the monuments of Slavic arts.
And the past heathen times.
Follow me into land of our dreams.
Where the magic stones determine our destinies.
Your hand in mine we shall enter the dreams.
Through the mysterious walls of sleep.
Sonnet Of My Grief
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly.
As once Elektra her sepulchral urn.
And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn.
The ashes at thy feet, behold and see.
What a great heap of grief lay hid in me.
And how the red wild sparkles dimly burn.
Through the ashen greyness, if thy foot in scorn.
Could tread them out to darkness utterly.
It might be well perhaps, but if instead.
Thou wait beside me for the wind to blow.
The grey dust up ... those laurels on thine head.
O my beloved, will not shield thee so.
That none of all the fires shall scorch and shred.
The hair beneath, stand further off then! Go!
Beyond The Incantations Of The White Queen
Under the vault of winter sky.
Under the stars blazing so high.
Under the veil of black desire.
There is my name written in fire.
Dark shades wander throughout the bloody sunset.
In the malice they whisper my fate.
That is the key to the shadow gate.
Where my power is stronger than all the hate.
A dark crowd of nameless shadows follow me.
Into the unknown embrace of the freezing destiny.
For frost in my eyes now I cannot see.
By blizzard formed with the white queen.
I can hear the incantations she speaks to me.
I can hear her whispering the ancient spell.
Carried away by the whipping gale.
Far away, towards the frozen vale.
Macabre storm silenced my mouth.
Now I canīt invoke the Queen of Winter.
When the snowstorm turns into silent breeze.
I will see the white enchantress coming out of the mist.
I hearken to her sensual voice.
Singing the darkly sweet song.
Obssessed by the witchcraftīs spell.
She has created me to her image.
I search ever since for Melussinaīs breath.
I search ever since for her Kingdom.
Perun's Thunder Of Revenge Will Storm Aloud
I am destiny, I come back in the night.
And no moon can hinder at my return.
As I canīt stop the circle of time.
Covered by with darkness I call into the tempest.
"I will be back, beyond the mist of the Carpathian forest
the forest in which I was once born
I will bring the message of those who have died in disgrace
in the cold solitude folded in fog of milleniums
I will ignite the fires of the magic ancient era".
"I will be back, and my omen will be eternal
although I am unseen my powers wonīt vanish
with my black art I shall resurrect the gods
who have slept in the deepness of human heart".
"I am he, who will come in the form of mist,
the mist that will surround also God himself
I shall cross the threshold of eternal space
And in the name of Perunīs thunder, I will take my revenge".
"I will be back, and my omen will be eternal
although I am unseen my powers wonīt vanish
with my black art I shall resurrect the gods
who have slept in the deepness of human heart".
Kania (My Vampiric Bride)
Let me love you, let me hate you.
Your lewd tongue is frostily cool.
Donīt think I am another fool.
Who will watch your masturbation.
I want to feel your hot breath.
Your purple lips upon my throat.
Where your eyes blaze by the flame of death.
In desire for you I float.
I wanna love...
Oh dear Kania, oh my vampiric bride.
Kania, you are the dream of mine.
I wanna love...
Oh dear Kania, oh my vampiric bride.
Kania, you are the dream of mine.
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