1. THE WYRMWEAVER

Weaving...Swinging
Yet still, unfolding.
A tapestry, of time
Weaved by the famed Dragon kind
The ancient supreme serpentine mind
Mastering the art of altering time
Where each thread, marks an era
In the making of space and time
Thread by thread ! Knot by knot !
While feeble species , dormant lie
In their slumber, ages go by
When should they awaken?
When should they rise?

The prophecies
Tell of the wake of a king,
Who would gift freedom to his kin.
Eternity
In dreamless sleep
Awaiting , the coming of their king

Degeneracy, of the weak infant stock
Which breed on the footsteps of your throne
The Conqueror! Rebuke me in thy wrath,
Should I fail in my deeds...
Infirmity! Spreading as a plague yet unredeemed
Contaminating the worlds beyond
The destroyer! Tear apart the tapestry,
For it is only salvation

"I am , the Salvation
Your only remedy...
Eternal damnation
I, the Wrymweaver..."


2. KÖK-TENGRI

"Dipsiz, geniþ, sonsuzdur, kara yelin en altý,
Devinimsizce duran, kapkara bir karaltý..."

Kök-Tengri - Koruyacaktýr seni!
Oðuz-Han - Tanrý Daðý'ndan sana bakan.
Gök-Tanrý, gören gözüyle ýþýr;
Amaç,
Gök-böri'nin gösterdiði yoldadýr.

"...Dokuz Felek çýðrýsý, göklerin üst katýdýr,
Göklerin en üstünde, dönüp duran çatýdýr.
Gök katlarý dizilir, göklerin altýnda,
Pek çok acunlar vardýr,göðün yedi katýnda..."

Su,
Od,
Demir,
Gökten indirilmiþ.
Kök-Tengri kiþioðluna þöyle seslenmiþ:
"Yerini yurdunu koru, kýsa zamanda kur ordunu .
Güneþ doðudan doðar, sakýn unutma bunu."

"...Bir göbek yeri vardýr,göklerin ortasýnda,
Kök-Tengri uçmak kurmuþtur katlarýn arasýnda."

Kök-Tengri - Koruyacaktýr seni!
Oðuz-Han - Tanrý Daðý'ndan sana bakan.
Gök-Tanrý,gören gözüyle ýþýr;
Amaç,
Gök-böri'nin gösterdiði yoldadýr.

Yeryüzü, göklerin altýnda,
Orta-Acun'da derler buraya.
Er-Sogotoh'un çocuklarý yaþar,
Gök-Tanrý'nýn verdiði kutla.


3. ARTIFICIAL GODDESS

With their presence,
Honor the Earth, shapes of the Moon.
One who claim to have Its essence...
Power shall be theirs soon?

Oh, exalted Lady,
Thou art the One who adorned the myhts.

An alien intellect is said to be
The usurper of Thy reign.
Pretenders to the throne !

Thou art the source of inspiration for wolves,
To carry out their nightly chanting.
Thy beautiful charms the ones,
Willing to find the secrets of the night:
The revealer, the whisper in secrecy.

Oh, strange Lady,
Thy silence is Thy majesty.

Just sound-waves are the howling,
And a protector is thy beauty?
The technology outsiders,
May kill your weeping souls, Lady.


4. ON BEHALF OF HATE

Harkee !
Who manifest yourselves in every aspect.
Expect no respect
From me,
Or from the ones
To whom you think alike you could never be.

Virtue !
Yours means nothing to me
For my heart races with pride,
And honour encompasses our silence.
Thus awaits the planet of lost wisdom
When spoken of courage.

Beware !
The guardian of the Light.
Raise even your so-called martyrs,
You supporters of the weak-sight.
But always remember:
Here, in the deep shadows of this tranquillity
Exists no tolerance

One!
"The almighty One"
Forget not me
For I am the square root of 3 !

Commander is the hate soaked upon your faith.
Now go.
You're dismissed.


5. COSMIC TERROR DECLARATION

"Between ye dark
And light
Between heaven
And hell
Between dream
And wakefulness
Between ye heavens
And earth
There is only us."

Ahh, Wrath shall come in one way to another,
Out of this planet, sooner or later,
Wherebly the agonyof minority shall end
From a race beyond description They descend

There is the expedition
Wherein to conqueror the depths of mortal minds.
Rise the rulers of the Earth!
The entities of cosmic terror.

Theirs is the blackest wisdom
That shall be widely spread.
Ours is the speech
That shall speak of unlimited boundaries
Of Their existance.

No mercy shall there be
In this forthcoming age of insanity.
Shattered minds, human tears...
The nightmare is at hand,
And the horror is essential.

Terror, emerging ffrom the deep Chaos
Blocked by dust and stars.
Human,
Even you comprehend not,
Know, then, that the unholy impatience
Shall storm your lands.


6. THE SOJOURNER

Cloaked with the Aura,
Of the seething stars yet to shine...
I emerge from the depths of the abyss of time
To be caught in a stalemate with the reality,
To leave the warping paradoxes of dying light
Behind.

To offend the principles of the universe,
To break through into anther life.
The longing, to possess the will,
To bend the space,
To bend the time...

In synce with the pulsar,
The bleeding star that once was I.
I reborn from the very essence of stars
To offend the principles of existance.
So I'm mere Sojourner
In your present state of time...


7. QUEST OF THE CHRONOMANCER

Deep into the wormholes,
Where lonely stars guide,
To be embraced Oblivion itself;
To experience existance
Outside the dominion of Time.

Beyond imagination
Shall I journey in sorrow.
Am I savior,
Or is it just vicious circle of inability?
I know not.

Just one spark may bring forth the flames;
Maintaining the unique principles.

To the parallel cosmos , spread I my wings.
Whom the grudge bred you defy
To drain life for the Ones you deify.
For an eternal desire, led by the ancients.

Upon the Earth, have I spent too many passions,
But it is these losses
Are yet my tendency.