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...Weaving the incantation...
A mind dejected, blood boiling with anger
the storm of the warpath, now sings in my heart
your pleadings, useless, I now shall disregard
I'll leave you to weep and to fear for me
I'm ready for my end
my hair I comb down
with resin into braids
I'm ready to ascend
my will burning high
summon strength from the night
I equip myself, to warfare I prepare
I put on my black cloak, enchanted adders skins
your prayers shall not reach into my heart
your despair shall not stop me now
This precious hairbrush, thrown at the wall
it came to me from my father
I give you this as a token of myself
for you to have and mourn over
And when my blood flows from it's bristles
when my sap is dripping from it's shaft
then you will know of my anguish
my destruction will be revealed
....Black river....
Still searching for my way, the right way to be
still pondering what I've done
I'm still thinking what I've said, still finding from within
and all that I know is still not enough
I'm being held by the one
shadow tormenting my soul
the curving neck of a swan
the slow turning of a birds head
So white its plumes and feathers
its breast like the moon in water
silent and tranquil it moves
on the river in the calm
I wander back on familiar roads
I sense the marks I left on the hills
I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds
they make me muse on life
Up the hill and the mountain
I look back, I look down
there flows the River of Death
and here the wind in my hair
...Kraljica prokletih...
.....Forsaken....
Im over it.
You see Im falling in a vast abyss
Clouded by memories of the past
At last I see
I hear it fading
I cant speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
You feel them finding
Always whining
Take my hand
Now be alive
You see I cannot be forsaken
Because Im not the only one
We walk amongst you
Feeding, raping
Must we hide from everyone
Im over it
Why cant we be together?
Endlessly
Sleeping so long
Taking off the masks
At last I see
....forsaken...
Now the day has come
We are forsaken this time
We lived our lives in our paradise,
As gods we shaped the world around
No borderlines we'd stay behind,
Though balance is something fragile
While we thought we were gaining,
We'd turn back the time, it still slips away
Our time has run out, our future has died,
There's no more escape
Now the day has come,
We are forsaken,
There's no time anymore
Life will pass us by,
We are forsaken,
We're the last of our kind
Post je objavljen 28.12.2008. u 16:21 sati.