- Where the Twilight Dwells Forever...
"We were such as you are ... you'll be such as we are"
I open the gateway to eternity
My soul wanders alone to infinity
Leaving the empty world of vanity
My thoughts float away from humanity
In my dreams I have died
- ...and My Journey Continue
Nothing is truth, sermons illusionary
details outrun in abnormality
words empty of meaning
mystery rises only where ignorance rules
Beholding silent arrival
thoughts marching slowly
receiving my mind’s reflections
- ...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 aren't the stars lovely?
Silence brings a solitude
And pain silently sings
Touch the other side of the horizon
- 911 - As the War Raged
There are bonfires on the high hills of the Tatras
There are desires for war on the hills of the Fatras
There are choes of the loud roaring war cries
There are the men of steel standing almost under the skies
Up the hills the warriors slowly march
They are shielded with the thick larch
They are as one in body and brain
- A More Than Fiendish Malevolence
If tomorrow I die, today I would unburden my soul.
I grew day by day, more moody, more irritable.
More regardless of the feelings of others.
But I soon found a dislike to everyone arising within me.
By slow degrees, these feelings of disgust and annoyance.
Rose into the bitterness and hatred.
The fury of a demon possessed me, I knew myself no longer.
- Burning Pile
In the rear of my soul
Reckless feelings reside
I don't wanna give in
Nevertheless I resign
No, I'll never let you down
´cause my will is stronger than ever before
No, I'll never cause any harm
- Carnival
Sombre is a nightsky without stars.
That refresh our bygone memories.
Like a veiled mirror that doesn't reflect our face.
And we cannot see ourselves.
A watchful eye observes us from the high.
We feel this penetrating dradful look.
It chills and also burns at once.
- Cold Waters Of Turbulent Torrents
I arose ... I materialized.
From cold waters of turbulent torrents.
In a rain of eternal drops.
Through the mist and haze.
Into the new dimension.
Black forest is the where I was born.
In the sign of an ancient kind.
- Confined
Marked with a touch of infinity
The desperate archer
Stained the bow with a legacy for future
Just several moments before his bloody end
The arrow hit its aim after the centuries
And it was my heart
As the candle in the keen autumnal wind
- Dead but Still in My Heart
I see you lying down in the open grave
I feel you standing high but I am far away
That look´s filling me with pain
There's such a sadness in your eyes
I spotted a fleeting smile on your lips
Or did it just seem to me?
And though your skin
was no longer glowing, but pale
- Icon of Hopelessness
I see the sorrow in your eyes.
Depressed pain of your heart.
In captivity of passion's flames.
I lose myself within your dream.
Lonely are the tears of sadness.
Anguish of emotions corrodes me.
Before my doom I stand alone.
- My Weakness
Destructive tendencies
Still beside deep inside
I'm too weak to survive
And so faint to feel
Do you know how I feel?
The heat inside, exploding silence
- 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 can't 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
- Revealing the Sarnath
Stepping through my dream to the hyperspace
entering the cosmic fog of universe
tumbling into the deep abyss of darkness
departing to the outermost black wasteness
Bottomless ocean is pulling me down
strongest windstorm is sweeping me
walking where the ground
- The Endless Cacophony
The freezing fog lifts high, carrying those dreams to come
Spawned by the mirthless visions of what is true
Of queer and elder mysteries beyond all belief
Those tales have passed through nightshade shades
Having spoken from the planets to the planets
Since they walked upon the face of the earth
Old frantic melodies of ancient entities
- Where the Sloes Mature
A narrow path full of thorns.
Carefully you lift your legs tired.
So as not to be wounded.
Green sky above your pensive head.
It seems that perhaps it will rain.
The sun vanished long ago.
The end is not yet in sight.
And you stray over and over again.
- Witch Dance
Between the windy, swirling fire
and all the stillness of the moon
sweet witch, you danced at my desire
turning some weird and lovely rune
As in the sabbat’s ancient round
with strange and subtle you went
and toward the heavens and toward the ground