Dawn Of Relic

Aldebaran is above horizon, crimson setting azure dyed to dark
Firs paint their portrait in the light of now visible stars
The nightly wings of Byakhee, for I saw their ghastly spread
The portress of nightside unleashed, child of Assatur roams free

Scythe dark sways and the beast revels

Hearken to whispering brook, the headwaters speak
Proclaiming the preys fall
The nightly wings of Byakhee, for I saw their ghastly spread
The portress of the nightside unleashed, Dark ardentour supreme within

Moon towards, now crescent, Night reaching the acme
Rays pale as descant of death and the preys hearts are crying
Shadows lunar cast upon the rain, taste the sweetest sores the day bled
This sight vested as moonlight holt made me forget the pain

"Still the village sleeps, but in the morning horror is to be revealed"

Sun awaking owls aviso sent to warn me, With moon I'll be gone...

That night when the lake was stormy and the waves unleashed the horror
The street of onyx shone no more and the walls of Sarnath were torn

Calamity befell in that starless night, destruction of nomads false pride

The last dance of Sarnath

Once the sons of Ib reveled, before the face of rising Nanna
Wherefrom they came in veiling fog the great lake carried with'em

The last dance of Sarnath

After them came the wandering nomads and built the Sarnath next to Ib
With despise in their heart Ib was soon attacked

But after the thousand years, vengeance upon feeble ones
Sarnath lying ruined under the rising sun

[Part I: To Dream]

The sun is setting now
This summery bathe in moonlight
Veiled like starlit plateau of Leng
Now as the pour approaches
And the wind has breathed the last mementos
Of winter, nether streams awake vaporous
And summernight is vested

These paths are abandoned
Only moon dancing on the bordering stones
Like arms twisted by pain
The top of the firs create a shelter to old river
And the mist is filled with silvery column

Now the sixth fullmoon is on the increase
And the cromlech awakes
Here, the hidden point in horizon
Grows...
Trans neptunian dreams descend
And I lay myself to rest...

[Part II: Through The Cavern Of Flame]

To the cavern of fire
Where the seven hundred steps
Lead to Enchanted Wood

I pass

The open is desolate
Wind as only wanderer...
Hay sways like moonlit sea
And the torn answers
The strange game of colours begins
And the stars sheen rhythm
Kadath opened,
The feast of silhouettes

I yearn to enter..
To feel, to know
From the towers painting I learn...
A painting of time, spiral portal to
Timetales of eternity

Humans fate revealed...

Of the ambience, of the poem...
It darkens my soul to revel
with the beast of alter ego

Blind belief...
Burning in the aura
of our satanic inspires

Just a river
Flow of the pleasures
we trap inside
Passing by in the endless
seas of sadness...