A keresés eredménye

The Pack

The Roundelay of Flame
reaps of lightning.
The Wheel of Fire meets us.
Whistling sound of steel
is breaking a weapons.
There screams of mutilated human souls
in the towers on the shoulders of giants.
 
Muted voice
of gray steel
in our veins
calling to battle.
 
Hands in the dirt,
the body in the blood,
the spear in the ribs,
we are with you.
 
Give us weapons,
give us eyes
and we will go like
the horror on the Earth.
 
Give us the violence
that would be the blood
streams flowed
through the land.
 
My hands are mutilated by quern.
I was baptized in blood and honey.
Cross and the fire will be clean me of dirt.
In the fire, I'll save you.
I will save you.
I will save myself.
Rays of light on your body.
I want to touch you.
Come to me.
Your body is my desire.
 

Roundelays

The flicker of the ray at night.
Feel the call in silence.
 
Bonfire light up the roundelay.
The movement of bodies surround the sacred fire.
 
Oh, in the forest, in the forest, on the yellow sand
Holy night, on the yellow sand.
The bees are buzzing, building a house.
And so they've built one with three windows.
 

Bones Under The Moss

Dragging (in darkness)
Until midnight (that is calling again)
By the ground (laid by moss)
Bones and stones.
 
I knew the voice of the trees.
He craves.
I heard the singing forest
She told me.
 
Go, go, go ...
 
Hearing voices that beckoned to the ground.
 
Cover me with a blanket of bodies
Forever!
Quiet whisper of the trees
Forever!
 
Fall asleep among the trees
Forever!
 

Ascension

Flight
flocks of crows
broken
Edge of the sky
New God feels blood
 
Take!
My body
Take!
Above the sky
 
Take!
My body
Take!
Above the sky
 
Take!
My body
Take!
Above the sky