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A Long Alone Pathway

...The heaven bound with the endless slumber
Is convulsing in its birth or death…
 
The firmament is grieving, the air is trembling,
Сhimeras are spawned out of the coitus of clouds,
They emanate the legion of winds
Which castigates the naked figures of the trees
 
A Long-long Pathway and no one you meet!
A Long-long Pathway… And only the autumnal night!
 
The Black Flame has filled me
As far as the rain has tensed the horizon.
The blaze is willing to break free!
Abyssus Abyssum Invocat!
 
…And dim phantoms will turn to ashes,
The blade of lighting will cut the veil!..
 
A Long-long Pathway and no one you meet!
A Long-long Pathway… Through the rain…
And only the autumnal night!
 
A Long Alone Pathway and no one you meet!
 
A Long-long Pathway… Through the autumnal night!
 

Nightsky Eyes

Blackest ghosts veiled the nightsky
Eyes of the sky glow in dark nocturnal gap
Cold light of stars filled my stare
Eyes of the sky burn, fiery eyes of the sky!
 
Between the cromlechs, pathway ends
In that place, mountain trail broke into abyss
I stood motionless, and breath of my lips
Turned into ice, frozen by this cold
 
...Exhausted I fell on my knees
Among the stones pantheon around
And firmament vault shattered above
With glacial ringing, but yet I heard nothing...
 
And I fell on my back
As stars filled my eyes
Like blizzard snow they scattered
And winter blood rains from the sky
 
...And storms of unutterable insights, fantastic ideas, visions, colossal energies, they rush passing my earthly consciousness away - leaving no slightest sign, as they are not of this world, - and by transcendental breath they burst into metaphysical universum of spirit, procreating vortex maelstroms, upheavals and catastrophes of cosmic grandeur there...
 
Blackest ghosts veiled the nightsky
Eyes of the sky glow in dark nocturnal gap
Cold light of stars filled my stare
Eyes of the sky burn, fiery eyes of the sky!
 

...Where Brave Warriors Shalt Meet Again

Souls are drunk with Rage
Hearts are filled with Hatred
By the Werewolves Rapacious Pack
By the Steel of Berserkers Sights
At last their Spears are aimed forth
Glittering are Valkyries Armours
Squalling Vortex of Einherjers Hate
Where is no Place for pity
 
There where Cold Winds are singing
Glory to Warriors that fell in Fight
Glory to Those who gave Their Lives
With no doubt in the name of Their Faith
Where Snows are sweep high the Mounds
To Those Who stepped against foes till the end
To Those Whose braveness is unknown
To any damned christian sheep
 
Descendants of Gods stared in Death’s Eyes
And held tight in a Hands their Swords
Their Bodies are swallowed by Funeral Pyres
And their Ashes by Rains washed away
 
There where the Last Battle begin
Where Ragnarok Storm roll
With a loud yell ”Heil Wotan!”
Winged Brother of Wolf shalt drink Mead of Our Wounds
Where Black Sun ascend high
Where is no Place for compassion
Where the Halls of Swords and Shields are –
Where Brave Warriors shalt meet again
 
Descendants of Gods stared in Death’s Eyes
And held tight in a Hands their Swords
Their Bodies are swallowed by Funeral Pyres
And their Ashes by Rains washed away
 
There where the Last Battle begin
Where Ragnarok Storm roll
With a loud yell ”Heil Wotan!”
Winged Brother of Wolf shalt drink Mead of Our Wounds
Where Black Sun ascend high
Where is no Place for compassion
Where the Halls of Swords and Shields are –
There Brave Warriors shalt meet again
 
In Valhalla We Shalt Meet Again!
Heil Odin!
 

Gnarled Cudgels Of Thunder

The hearse cloth weaved of rain
Is coldening by mist of twilight
By the grey grim shroud
It shall flow from the skies
 
Grandeur of clouds started to rush
Tearing out to the fragments
Deadly struck down into the ground
Gnarled Cudgels of Thunder
 
Unstoppable rage of lightning
Flashed by the cold shine
By the silver axe fiercely
Cleaving the expanse of air
 
Gnarled Cudgels of Thunder
Broke, crushed into pieces
The crucifixion above the Ancient Heathen Sanctuary, -
Leaving the ashes only…
 
Shame of dust be washed away by rain
From the bloody scars of Land
That was struck! Struck! Struck!
By the Gnarled Cudgels of Thunder
 
But yet the rain tears can’t wash out
The disgrace of christian domination
And years of pain wouldn’t be crushed
By the Perun’s Gnarled Cudgels!
 

Die with your God

Die with your god!
By nails crucify your mortal coil,
Fuel fervor of fire for ascension
And burn out with your saints!
 
Once we shall arrange in your temples
The masses in our own way!
 
And then you behold your icons
Manifest the images of our gods!
 
I wish you decease in rottenness
Pray more, cross yourselves and repent
Yet, through the windows and gates closed tight
Plague and Lepra crawl in!
 
Die with your god!
Mix your ash with cinders of churches -
Dust to dust, be incinerated,
Let your blood succumb with your faith.
 

On the Wings of Storm

Snow, like a stardust
Sows the calm of Carpathian night
Galdrastafir av Kald kills my sight
I close my eyes...
 
Squall!
Arisen on the wings of Storm
By thorn of ice
Pierced the air and my heart
 
Spring of life fading like sparkle
Was not to meet me
But Pale Sister of Autumn touchs my hair
Blood on snow is her necklace
 
Snow, like a stardust
On the wings of Storm among Carpathian night
Torne av Kald kills my sight
I close my eyes...
 

Navij Skhron

...Where skies are veiled by the grey haze -
Black Sun of the dead rise in that land
By Hecatomb Hymns of Reusmarkt
Of pestilent Hel chthonic darkness
 
Whisper of branches. Dragon's banner.
Putrescent taste of polluted blood.
 
Whisper of branches brought away to Nowhere.
Only ruins of castle towering upon mountain
And Cliffs are seen in the distant far...
Haunted Domain's serpent fangs.
 
Under Shield of Dragon, in starless sky
Chained in grimness, they soar up high -
Spells sang by the night wind
Heard from witches of Devil's Cliffs.
 

Under the Banners of the Horned Prince

Where there was sunrise now is sunset.
Where there was the sun now is night.
In my crystal gaze Hell has taken over,
And my heart no longer beats through the dim fog.
A flame of streaming blood surrounds the dream I see through my wounds.
Amid the fog are the remains of Earth, around them is...
The fall from a cliff into the abyss of a botomless chasm.
I see Hell: the lord of old leads me there silently
Through the fragility of decrepit greyness.
Fate has tied my hands with a bloody thread,
And obediently plunged a dagger into my stomach.
The goddess of night subjects day to suffering,
And a star, while falling, may still be alive.
My blood is full of the venom of swamp vipers,
And my head throbs with the ring of anvils.
Hell is preparing the swords of war.
The Heavenly Throne will become a grave.
The Horned Prince, clad in his steel armor,
Has thrust his sword into the wingéd 'warrior' of Heaven.
I am in the ranks of Hell, I am Azazel, I am Belial, I am Cthulhu.
I am the demons, I am Set, I am the Lord, I am a warrior of Evil.
Lucifer has opened my eyes to this world, mired in vanity.
A terrible thunderstorm will strike through it
With a bloody lightning bolt, arriving from the heights.
 
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Endless Path Of Legends

Autumn …
Engraving in leaves the veins galdrastafr,-
Shalt paint in crimson, - not sparing the golden glare…
Autumn…
Shalt cover in fog, hiding the mud slush,-
And be drowned in cold drops of rain
 
Winter…
Howling, it shalt bring the fury of blizzards,
Winds haughty storming as beasts…
Winter…
Shalt cloach in ice, strewing by hoarfrost,-
Concealing the leaves runearcanes in snow…
 
Spring…
Shalt furtively force it’s way by the green of first grass,
Flowing the stream of molten snow,
Reading the epistle of winter…
Spring, it shall comprehend all that was hidden,
All that was left on the darkened leaves,
Then shalt describe it by the pattern of sprouts…
 
Summer…
Shalt cover by leaves, bury under the trees crowns,-
And carry on…
Summer…
With farewell it shalt tell, shalt whisper by winds,-
And sing to the autumnal mists…