Walking out of nowhere
Still no place to go out of life
Shadows haunt the evening
Through a quiet skies
Where I am nowhere is to?
Fragmented icon, declined spectre
Sleetstorm flags inert dam
Deeper to the absent stare
Crippled by present maze
All around you
Numb cold walls
In grey they didn`t see the way
Through haze my bleak
Perception in grey
Life scattered to the rain
Gracelorn one couldn`t bare this
Solely watching life passing by
Stranded helpless at withering sky
Straying through these mazes bleak
With no other place to seek
Not far from here
Can you hear my dear
How the moon sings your croon
Through the night in your sight
and the stains on the wall
As you wait for the call
From outside demonworld
In their eyes only gloom
When the feathers of your wings have burned
In solemn slumber to which you`ve turned
Blackbirds sings a tune of daze
Hollow silence follows these days
And stars are raping your cold eyeholes
When tors of old fall down and crumble
To the seas of black utter helpless grief
Await me, please don`t die now
It ain`t no time for you,
Undying
Desolate October grief
Falls heavy like boulders of decay
Upon crestfallen life which soon
Is to be gone
And as the days go by
All living seems to die
Quiet they stand upon the shore
The shore of no hope
Gone - with freezing rain
Gone - with deadly pain
Gone - as it was all the same
Gone - spell grim reapers name
Hearses crawl from grey haze
Timeless reign,
Shadowed by face of pain
As we wait behind our doors
For Autumns final blow to come
End of all days
Days fall to Summers sad grave
Cry in vain chilly tears once again
Sweep the soil and paint a view
Of thousand single-minded ways
Towards the end
This troubled waters burden is
Drawning me tonight
Of narrow straits of pain and hell
Is oceans in my sight
Remains of hope wail feeble
What`s left of me now
Only the fleeing moments tide
Frore meadow in the dark..
Plumelets of your wings
are burning
We ran across frozen mines
Sweeping through gates of dawn
As the sun was gleaming blue
Gaping through me and you
Fallen from grace
My soul`s grown old
Birds are dying
as fading light
draws last mourning beam
Across the hillside
Dark moors lay cold
And quiet this night
Blackbirds crying
As freezing moon lays cruel
deathly beams
Through your minds eye
Elegy of what these open wounds
may bleed
All alone with hatred growing
unborn seed
9. In Strange Slowfooted Fever
When the evening winds blow high
We will reach for the sky
Winters cold is drawing by
Will we wondering why?
As the dew drips from the leaves
Open skies, chilly night
Moonlight wonders
through the fields
Where grass grows high
upon the sky
Back when we drowned in ether
While we were passed away
In strange darkcoloured fever
As mountains fell away
