2018.01.05.
Wind, The Waves Of Fire
...Burst have the depths, cut by the great shears' bladesThey shall emerge from the pit in a limewood block
By sludge and weed covered, a drowned Lamb of God
And so he came to life and rose in a hearth's glow
With a quadruple face he gazed towards earth's four corners
With thunder- his pupils the heavens he lit
A terrifying... from the dead arose... pagan
The renewer, the avenger, the sorcerer and the hero
With witchcraft he conjured a fire
Awakening the blind element
He jumped, went insane, his head outgrew the trees
Blindly he began hurling
Javelins of flame by this declating his arrival
Oh thunder rulling master
Oh Lord, guardian of the dead and the living
Enchanted hollyhocks bloom like thy might
I am the gale, thy voice
I am the whisper, the chant
The humming of trees
Eight fires burn as in the past
Amidst ancient oaks
The White Eagle glides above the forest
An auspicious sign- a victorious battle
Awaits us...
Oh thunder rulling master!!!
Soul of thy enemies is a target for my spear
For my sword...
Scarlet is the battlefield
Dying are those who brought the cross
They burned thy shrines
Ruined the monuments
The gale prophesied thy return
My eyes are turned towards thee
You stand powerful amidst the waves of fire
Unconquered for eternity