1. VEILING THE LIGHT


Silent
Fear is crawling,
Darkened
Waters without light.

Ragged and battered
Lie her wings on the snow,
A wicked wight she veils the light
And lives on eating woe.

Falling
Chill veils of winter,
Howling
Winds smite dreaming trees.

Ragged and battered
Lie her wings on the snow,
A wicked wight she veils the light
And lives on eating woe.

Her heart is only blackened fruit,
Inside is full of treachery.
Descending from darkest skies
Embroidered with her sorcery.
From now until my star stops
To light my path through misery,
Creeping in the realm of night,
Wind singing bitter memories.


2. DOL BLATHANNA

Deep in
The lap of eternally napping lands,
Enclosed by the sound of thousand streams,
Dreaming,
Cradled by the long forgotten lays,
Unaware of forth coming grieves.

Flowery vale where lingers golden light,
Drowned in the scents of ease and pride.

Darkness
Devoured by the flickering flames,
Suffering through their blackened greed.
Their hands
Stained in the blood of elven veins,
Crooked will, reapers of the wicked seed.

Flowery vale where lingers golden light,
Drowned in the scents of ease and pride.

Darkness kindling bright torches of Night,
Slumbering
Vale wrapped in mists imbued in their blood,
Thundering
Drums riding battle cries, eyes once bright
Turning blind.


3. ABOUT THE FIRST WINTERSPRITE'S TEARS

Silence fell off the snowy grounds,
Creatures unseen
Sprang to start the bloodiest of all hunts,
To extend their realm.
Marching on, sowing seed of war.
Unhappy times
Crept on the winter-forest lore,
Evil's in prime.

Blood stained the snow
Where shadows of the winter scowl.
Once carved in woe,
Under curtains of the night they prowl.
Black lip's croak
Flows in the darkness' cloak.

Trees in the dark, creaking wrath,
Death lingers near.
Shadows loom out of forest growth
Whispering fear…
…light in the sky
Buried into graves of snow
Those who never cry.

Blood stained the snow
Where shadows of the winter scowl.
Once carved in woe,
Under curtains of the night they prowl.
Black lip's croak
Flows in the darkness' cloak.


4. REQUIEM FOR MY IN LIES DROWNING SOUL

Up, in the ancient arch of circling stars I see
Flowers of shadowful night
Enwrapping lands beneath.
Napping in eternal pride
Of beauty and peace.
Enchanting devouring touch
Of pain for which I bleed.

Out of their throats of screeches eternal prowl
- a Requiem for my in lies drowning soul.
Silent woefalls of tears whispering pain,
Dreaming
In the cradle below the leaves-circling veils.

Death in their words,
Wrapped in tricky smiles.
Blackened are the swords
Which are swinging by their thighs.
Mounts of their pride
Are rotting to my eyes.
Grace buried inside
By their malice and despise.

Out of their throats of screeches eternal prowl
- a Requiem for my in lies drowning soul.
Silent woefalls of tears whispering pain,
Dreaming
In the cradle below the leaves-circling veils.