1. MOON

It's the last gasp...
In winsome silence I rested on the house
Of the passing world to fulfill the tragedy
Of my own life, among thousands of forgotten existences.

It's astounding, how many tears had to be cried out,
How many grains of sand penetrated through the fingers
Of cruel time, before I came here deprived
Of the rags of ignorance
Left with just a stubborn picture of deadness
Or life that's waiting for me...

I curse that day when Gods sent me that gift
Staying on the lonely particle of my Ego
I curse that sword and scales laying in my bleeding hands
Some crazy, protracted note is gnawing
Into chasms of my consciousness tearing
Into pieces the memory of the deepest dreams,
Crushing and smashing everything inside of the
Eternal element of duration of the fantasy
That I created against the unfriendly forces' will

The only thing I remember is the immortal, horribly
Bright look, secular essence of life and death
Just like the lonesome lightning that brightens
Impenetrable darkness of the dead horizon.
I remember the abyss with no beginning, with no end
Abyss growing bigger and bigger at frightfully
Fast rate, to finally reach the dimension I couldn't
Conceive even in my mind's eye...

...And then was only the silent scream that snatched
My drifting body from the embrace of the silent
Ruler of the Infinity.

Now, I know what I really desire! Unsheathed blade
Of my liberation that shone with silver of the
Saddened Moon.
In the dim candlelight I find again the stairs
Leading to a stage. Slowly, my hands are scattering
The thickening smoke. I'm reaching the next steps.
I can't stop anymore. There's only one moment left...
Only there I will find longed-for tranquility...


2. VAR

Listen... Here it is the majesty of silence
It's a beauty of gardens of divine unconsciousness
...and harp's silver strings pulling by the gasp of the wind
Angel sadness
Angel peace
The shine of the most distant star
Dried out the ocean of remembrance
No!!!
There's still one drop left...
The pearl of free conscience
In the crown of poisoned restraint

Close Your tired eyes
You will see the desire of glory
Enveloped in the veil of virginity
Over the tops of Your imagination
Gleamed a new sun
Tear off the flower fed on its rays

You're silent
In naked imagination
You paint the schizoid picture of Your passion
Only You and Your flower – the fruit of diabolical lust
That You don't try to hide

Oh, what a beautiful scent
What a beautiful sight

Kiss the petals of sin
Kiss the womb of Eternity
The morning dawn drinks off the dew of Your memories
It's them! Jealous angels
They've cut the gown of the Night with the dagger
Of betray, to master a heart that begot a pleasure

Feel, how Your heart burns with hate amongst
The ripples of the painful memory
You will hear the inner calling reminding the desire
Of revenge
The call of bestial nature

The one which stole the colour of Your passion
Will pay for it with his life
The blade of free conscience is seized with
Desire of rage!
Of blood!!!
Yes... Blood!!!


3. DIES IRAE

Your name is cursed...
Why?
Yes, You remember now.
In frantic wrath You recognize the pictures of time.
Monuments of Your own crime you bedew
With silver tears

There's no reason to grieve, grief becomes vain
Let the sword of Macrocosmos smash
The enemies of freedom
Only one is worthy of bliss, who has the seed of desire

War against the usurpers of glory!!!
War agains the thieves of happiness!!!

The hideous vision of gratification
Kindle the new delights...
The stream of crimson soiled a heavenly light
The landscapes of compensation
Painted in the blood of indifference

Hills around are overgrown with the forest of crosses
But upon the one, there's no flesh of the liar...

Once again You look with pride at the flower
Enveloped in the veil of victory
But... What's that?!
Your deepest lust's crown
Is covered in the sperm of bitterness
Flower created in shameful jealousy
Wounds Your tired hands

Look! How it shivers unconsciously
On the wind in silent convulsions
Look at those piles of bodies
Covered in the cosmic dust of a Night

Silence...
Only the mourning bell
Rings the last requiem.