My numb wings... Already I don't know the words, Which once I have known. No perhaps because, I'd the god's beauty little sang. Something's perishing
Hear my song, which my breast opens me, To my hands can lay my heart into your palms of hand. My love, my love is mournful ship Sinked in the sea, in
In darknesses I saw her cheerless world, In which eyes are drowned like aimless shots. Oh, orphaned was the rose, which her flower was taken away And
I am only solitary tree, standing in the main field, Which hasn't heart, but still it hurt him. Right to small girl alighted chilly cry full of loss To
Perhaps the wind itself from old myth sweped the dust away, In a sleep of a beauty frigg caused the fear. Ah worried, worried is Balde's mother, So worried
Oh, how stone became for me this world, The world which once in my heart I liked to carry so. Oh, where has gone the rare flower, Whose thorns haven't
I lived to love, To retain your magic In my memory. By the prickliest thorn Was engraved in my heart Your name's beauty, To my ears so much melodious
Wistful shadow of the past Sailed through gloomy depth of my dreaming. The love vanished in my wishes And I kissed the flower of perdition. From the
By the river of passion, empty longings without feeling, Is Dazbog's heart, did someone take him sun in dawn? It man disclaimed humility and to nymphs
No voice, no singing, I call at the distance. Only like sad whaleos songs resound from dark fog Mournful the soul lacerating lamentations. Only the
Tomorrow is chamber of sadness griefing for today, When the prophets break so unfeelingly the ray of my luck. And I my hand rear to you kissed by pain
Look of my eyes, full of sadness Spread diffusely on affable curves Of your innocent body. My sorrow is waterfall dash tompieces About crystal surface
Why I stared fixedly in your eyes only, Why I caressed your soft and tender palm of hand? Mockery, this damned laughter thwarted my fate. Ah, this damned
All human life forms are piles Of stinking, rotting bowels You now have the choice to die Or live and rot away No chance of a painless death The cancer
The venerable one's Doctrine was crowned upon us Humanity's noontide gain... But the king was a phantasm The crown but a porous withered wreath Upon a
There's really not a lot that I care about now There's really not a lot that I care about now Somehow I can almost feel like I am here tonight There'
it matters not that i did seek, to conquer fear and vanquish pain, for victory belongs to grief, so into tears dissolve in vain.
Is this the time gone before Is this the way ? No I'm not sure Can I stop is it too late Is this the place where I disintegrate