1. MELANCHOLY OF AINIELLE

(Instrumental)


2. OVERTURE TO UNCEASING FAREWELL

They left me all alone forcing to feed on bones, my loneliness and memories.

And it's a time to face disdain and despair, me and my fear of impartiality, of destruction, of coldness coming from oblivion it was beggining of the end.

The overture to the unceasing farewell, which my life has become from that time
recalling of everything what was left from
a beggining of the one way journey to the past

The Earth was frozen, numb from coldness and loneliness
memories leaded to the lands residented only by shadows and silence
shadows and silence
Silence


3. SHE HANGED LIKE SACK, SWINGED BY THE WIND

She hanged like a sack, swinged by the wind.
With her eyes wide opened and her neck crashed by tether.
Eyes burned out by the snow.
Loneliness which had accompanied her through life dissolved now.
Time for nights, silence watching by the dead.
Rough rope revices memories.
Everynight image of Sabina caming back for her noose.

Time to close her eyes, to kill reflection of the last look.


4. SHADOWS WATCHING OVER THE MEMORIES

Dead silence coming form the mother's shadow
My shadow will come downstairs to kitchen, to sit by the fire
She came to prove it is time who is dead, not her
And the wood was burning out in the fireplace
There were shadows sitting around this fire, black and silent shadows and they were watching over memories,
which no one could nurse anymore.

To share with them memories and kitchen warmth
living shadow among the dead
snuggled in the dark
I run away from my own home from the ice-like look of death
I am comforted by the knowledge, they are right here,
waiting for my shadow to join them in the end.


5. SILENCE WILL BURY MY EYES LIKE THE SAND

With the eyes of my imagination I see myself devoured by moss and birds
Rotting under the snow in silence and oblivion
Silence
I know, I am the first, the only and the last who will hear about my death
My only dream is to leave like asleep tree, like linden enchanted by sparkle of moonlight night
There is not a single soul by my side, no one will have enough mercy to finish me off.
If olny anyone could hear me...
How cruel wounds oblivion has given to this pitiful corpse waiting for burial

Lying at night, fearless I listen to hoot of Tawny which is predicting my prompt death among silence and ruins

Soon silence will bury my eyes like sand.
Sand, which can’t be blown by wind anymore
Soon the last cadaver will stay here looking in silence with it’s empty sockets of windows
Will anyone light a candle and enlighten my empty orbits?


6. LEAVE THE NIGHT TO WHOM IT BELONGS

Leave the night to whom it belongs...