Shroud me with silken joyless

Watered in lasciviousness

To obey groan of gloomy cypress

Enamoured in this darkness

And thy sensual caress

Shall resurect (un) life in me

Thus swathed in lustrous majesty

By ablaze nocturnal sea

Cling thy lips on my carotid

On ardent pleasures of misdeed

Sanguinary tears flow down the waned skin

Lement for grace yet unseen

Infuse me from the libidious fountain

Where thy children soothe their curse

Because now I see this world full of pain

Our throe no spell can avoid and reverse



Sublime moon ascends

Impure as my soul full of fervency

Her lips are bewitching me

Lucid and pure to appease despondency

And then heaven sends sadfull contagious rain

In mirrors so empty death proclaims

On my hands of time bloodred stain

Forsaken with zenith I fall in my bane



Packs are gathered

They feel what shall be

For last time mitigate my cupidity

And overlay mantle upon me

Fullfilled with cold dark kisses

Immortal carnal lechery



Sylphic voices evoke me

Within waiven heart

Our vales and woods



Abide alone in the night

And life shall lose it's meaning

For those who understand

In which dark poisoned eden

I rule as king of the damned

I want to see my last dawn

With thirsty vampiric eyes

And Ares shall sing 'pon my grave

With voice of thousand lullabies

Adhere thy adhesive lips on mine

To feel the warmness of the skies

And to vanish as black silhouette

Enfolded in sunrise



Candles slowly lose their shine

In numb eyes of (un) dead

And moon shall soon descend

Before sun treacherous red

But my death shall not break

Odium against their god

Who threw me in this percipice

And now takes everything I own

But I know that my children shall stay proud

This evil conclave I will astound

As in their dreams prayer always the same

From nethermost sea I shall be roused

...again...



Scent of winter I have always been

Which seduces thee to me

In attire sewed of snow

With lace decorated from the foamed sea

Can you hear notes of piano

And moan of those who shall dance

With song wolves on our frozen shore



Statues shaping like silent tragedy

Entangled in veil of moonlight

The same as this gothic poetry

Embraced by thee and blizzard



Bigots kill the forest

Burning what belongs to me

And I fell that I must wend

For prophecy is written to be.



Light of Christ is approaching

To erase amorphous seed

But I shall in pain restless lay

While weak and mortal enemy breathe



(..."HORIZONS ARE BURNING"...)



Thy lure and beauty shall coalesce

Our hands under arising sun

Which ones was touching scarlet ebony

But now's enfolding me.