Rushing through dense forests of mountains and dells The rustling robes, and the hair made of wild waves of air A stoney palm, with a dreadful beauty, Clenches sharpening the shine of the orbits. Stimulated by thousands of fiery swamps, I feel the rhythym of the pulsating earth. Tongues rising up to the heavens - pulsating veins in rocky fissures. The flowers of scarlet, forming a mist ...the forging gleam of the aurora australis ...the winds of the Gods is within me!
Ingenuous thoughts; lead me! I walk on the path of instinct - I grow with no impediment for future epochs. Nothing will stop my everlasting roam The winged praxis towards millions of gates I, the wind of the ancient world, create an alien touch amongst the two lights - The key to the immortal fog, and the encoded strength. "The mystery of blood - lies in us, children of the noble race..." "I, the wind! Recollecting the times of the shining Atlantis..."
...Many are already uncovered, and the road is thawed through the sunset in the West, but I dare to reach the unimaginable!
The bourne is grand - through an abstract psyche, here is my frantic art I, the wind of time - create a dimension of undestructable thoughts The word 'keys' became firmer than the one forged into stone. Welcome to my rooted hemisphere of fire.
I scatter the remains of the rouge layers I sharpen my instinct - and my feelings pierce through the barriers (behind the cosmos) Upon the rocks of the mountainous hemorrhages A symphony of the priest's dance ...hate bursts out from the lips The crowns of the surrounding trees give notice - the dances in leafy robes shine ...in my hemisphere of fire
Here is the only moment where the shine of dawn is rotten for the eyes. Here is my victory, the birth amongst chaos. You try to find me on your palm, wandering through the mountains, but your life lines are laid down in fear. I melt your tears, and your unwanted feelings In the line of cold hearts - like the spearhead of the One-Eyed God!
Proficient and cunning in movement with the stars; I treat my victim with neglect. I long to strangle (it) with poetry, from within the deep blossoms. Here is the mad climax and the screaming rhythm when I melt the precious orbits
...an empty gift of life ...in my dungeon!
My thoughts organised with a possessed laugh The explosions of the hating pulse - let them lead me through this hemisphere of fire I curse you, to burn in a fiery sacrifice! ...in my dungeon! The Northern course intensifies my strength Ascending the aurora australis - I douse my hands into the lakes of stars The mountainous swamps call - through the embers of sheared heads.
Here is my homage to the mountainous blossoms - the ancient earth remembers Here is the rocky beginning - in the hands of the elements The hidden word - "keys" - within the human psyche.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
