A keresés eredménye

So dancing death

Her dance is crazy for the light eyes
By the springwater she will wash us
On broken roads in sunrise walk
As nameless prophet he's going to save us
 
Her dance is crazy for the light eyes
By the springwater she will wash us
On broken roads in sunrise walk
As nameless prophet he's going to save us
 
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So dancing death on hoary meadows
Under the black moon with scythe in hands
Through forests shadow and net of fogs
We afraid to look how death dances
 
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Her dance is beautiful for the dark eyes
Hexes, curses, snippets of phrases
By lip-reading loneliness, with an evil eye on blood
And with half-whisper of god she will tear us apart
 
So dancing death on hoary meadows
Under the black moon with scythe in hands
Through forests shadow and net of fogs
We afraid to look how death dances
 
So dancing death!
So dancing death!
So dancing death!
So dancing death!
So dancing death!
 
So dancing death!
So dancing death!
 

Dead sun

In the place where grief hides
In the flame of words,
Black singe
Of old bonfires,
Mist of thoughts
With haze of the days,
Reveal the deception
In the darkness of nights
 
Dead sun
Will not light upon us,
The fog will cover,
We are no more
 

Black spring

Were the dreams prophetic? If they weren't, was it all real?
No one will understand
Don't come near the water and don't look for a reason to come,
It's already dark outside
Were the dreams prophetic? If they weren't, was it all real?
Nobody knew
Don't come near the water and don't look for a reason to come,
Evil is prowling through this darkness
 
This is your eternity,
Your black spring
Its close breath,
Its voice in your sleep
Just give it a reason,
It will become silence,
A glorious victory or a new war
 

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Voice, give me a word,
Forgotten voice of all the forest.
The sun, that warms up the ground,
Is what I'm calling you again, and heeding.
 
Do you remember the night burning,
Flame devouring darkness
With mothers moaning,
Children crying?
Do you know what is his glory,
Bestowing him with a word,
Making sacrifices of ancient ones
That were forgotten that night?
 
How many
Crosses will they
Raise above us?
And how much grief
Do eyes
Have to see
For us to recall
The sea of dead bodies
Consumed by blue fire?
 
Where the flame rose above black forest,
Where idols fell from the sword,
Tell me, what's happened to us,
Who have we become?
 

Shouts

Only one who is awake
Hears the calls-shouts in the night.
If (your) heart is aching - don’t be silent.
 
There, where the river bends,
The voice of anxiety is mute.
The cold, that is known to all of us,
Squeezes the soul like in a vise.
 
Along the path through the night,
Through the fog and vicious grasses,
You should walk, if you want to help -
All of them.
 
Only one who is ready,
Sees the images-phantoms in his dreams,
Thousands of words quiet down in the darkness.
 
There where the crag protrudes into the river,
Under the red moon
You are burnt in the crimson fire.1
 
Come back to the place where the wind sleeps near the river bend.
Wake up from the dream, and recall those days, when we were so close to each other.
 

• 1. This is addressed to a female