On the waves of emptiness
Our footprints on the cold darken sand,
Flows down in streams to the embrace of waves.
Reflections of eyes on the quiet starry path,
Constellations of words are drifting away.
Shadows hold their hands, wave and look after us,
Into the distance of endless night void.
Into the world whith no answers of words,
Into the madness of feelings and dreams.
Let the wind play with the scraps of your words –
Let everything stay in our hearts.
As the slavery laws are created for us,
So that we live in shame,
So that we live in sins.
Let them condemn us for what we are,
For the fact - our souls will remain ourselves.
Let the Word, Honor and Conscience to rule,
Each one to surround himself with a wall.
It’s how tired wings are touching the ground…
Another day ends, filled by warmth and dreams.
It is our world, there we will remain –
In the embrace of blind and hopeless love.
World for us
When love despises its own embrace,
When reason and strength are burning in space.
Another day— the Earth turns in its flight,
Spiraling chaos of this ice and light.
Let the miserable be themselves –
Envy and hatred, fears rule over them.
Neither good nor evil beneath the ground—
The world lives on in hearts that are found.
You love those who aren`t worthy for it,
They hate you for goodness, they hate you for love.
They give you their hope, pleasure and pain,
They open their hearts in desire of life.
The world is - what you created for them,
The world is – what you are leaving for them,
The world is – where our dreams come true,
The world has no fuss and meaningless rules.
The enemy inside you
The power of passion and insane words,
Tear apart me and destroy me now!
I`m a madman for all your slaves,
Who cannot leave the trace on the Earth.
You will forget it, understand it, Earth,
Everyone chooses his foes and friends.
May the dream lead to victory -
In their holy war with themselves.
Only Good will not leave a trace,
It’s so nice to be killed with love.
Let the Evil stay unpunished,
Let the wall of Hypocrisy fall.
Take my hand and let’s make a step,
The world is open as we desired.
Time is freezing in our crazy eyes:
Our dreams stay forever in them.
Code of blood (English version – Behemoth 666)
A carrion - for ravens,
Blood - for the falcon.
Nurtured by the wind,
Drenched in dew.
Grew up to the level of the bell towers.
The land – for the righteous.
The war - for the warriors.
How much will the captives need for their will?
Many have become beasts, little falcons.
Here, all is deciding the number of zeros.
And you won’t see
The madmen at all.
There, above the peaks so blue,
Eagle paths have been forged by us anew.
Breathing the sky, we are defying:
Battle — for falcons.
The slain – for a raven.
Is there need to hurry?
It’s safe in a crowd.
Is there need to wash our brains with the fables?
To peck at the carrion -
It is ok.
But to die being young -
Is it in vain?
Someone will lose,
Someone will gain.
We are the humans, we judge and we gossip.
Someone has bent, another stands straight.
Bliss – for a poor,
And fortune - for braves!
On the scorched land
Give them a truth, a foe and a flag -
Provide them with power on scorched lands.
Crowds are driven by ignorance and fears,
Crowds are handled by desired dreams.
The markers on maps - the heroes in ground,
Each one has seen both freedom and death.
The shadows of banners on concrete walls
Bids them to love, to endure their fate.
Cursed are those who rise against -
To all, their world has been drawn out.
Let their reality burn up in fire -
It’s not for the eyes of others to see.
Time has unveiled the scoundrels,
Stopped the hearts of the madmen around.
The world without truth, no foes remain -
Reason could not bring about own end.
Graves of the heroes without tears -
Who and for what did the killing for you?
From the slavery of rusted chains,
Free at last, the Earth rises anew.
To those aren`t looking for an answer
Just a life, just a world you can see -
What you must give to set others free.
In the name of the cult of the true lie -
To those who have taken your dreams to die.
Do you recall your true world, my friend?
Do you remember when you’d start to bend?
You believed in yourself, you believed in love..
Yet from love there will never be blood.
Flowers die on the stones like a flare,
Get the fools’ dreams to vanish in air.
Death will close the eyes of brave hearts,
Between the Strong, a great wall will part.
Sunlight shines on the cold, weathered stage,
The wrinkles of ruins on the tired Earth`s face -
Remind them of those who have left their mark,
To those who don`t know and don’t look for a spark.
In endless faith
Let time to flow,
Let the light to cover your face.
We find an answer
Only in infinitive faith.
Let the dawn flow
Through the icy bottom of skies,
Across the boarders
Send the warm and peace to each one.
The ways are open,
You can choose the dream that you want.
We have the wings
Not for flying on them alone.
We have the Sun
Not for hiding eyes from the light.
We have the stars
Not for sea reflection at night.
Hopes has turned into sorrow and pain,
The madness of space in a void burning bright.
Instead of love, the steel moves in its reign,
Cities lie buried in ashes of hate.
The memoirs of dreams, all torn and worn,
Bring us back to our true worlds.
The flocks of the birds behind the cold glass
Carry out dreams into forever’s door.
On the waves of emptiness (part 2)
Inspiration and oblivion,
Like our hands are still holding this warm.
Like if we weren`t involved in this role,
Like if it never existed - this love.
There`s no answer, no step back –
We cannot wait, we cannot believe.
And there`s no one beyond our wall,
Being ourselves is so cynic at all.
We don`t look for an answer, it`s our fate -
Different lives have been left their trace.
Many believe they mean something to us,
That we have been ruled by passion and fuss.
It`s so easy to meet, to love and forget,
It`s so easy to live without poisonous grace.
We`ll find our time, find ourselves in this play,
We`ll get our strength to begin a new day.
In memoriam (by Alfred Tennyson)
Be near me when my light is low.
When the blood creeps and the nerves prick
And tongle, and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of beeing slow.
Be near me when the sensous frame
Is racked with pangs that conquer trust,
And time a maniac, scattering dust,
And life, a fury, slinging flame.
Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing,
And weave their petty cells and die.
Be near me when I fade away,
To point the term of human strife.
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.
