Eyes
Were charmed by the sight
Of stone on the gra** -
Grey mirror of sky
Stars
Lit golden tree crowns
With millions of fires
That showed me the road
To world
Of the tear-crying rains
That talk to the flames
And winds of the past
Where beauty -
The queen of free hearts
Was sister of those
Who despised the horde
Standing praying on the sunset
Caressed by tender wind
Ancient oak-tree's spread its green arms
In the embrace of dusk...
"You saw legends with your own eyes
Ages grew under your feet
Filled with freedom and desire
Thoughts and feelings buried fast...
Wake the secrets that you keep
From their deep eternal sleep -
Let them be the sacred whip
For the cattle hearts!
Let your tar womb be sweet home
For the wisdom that will roam...
Nature'll dwell under the dome
Of the ancient arts."
Stone became red
Of the fury and pain
My thoughts and feelings
Were all faint in vain
When archangel sword's aura
Was licking the face
Of the shrine
Containing the ways
To unknown. And the drops
Of the amber blood fired
Scarlet hearts and black souls
Making them feel the sight
Of the emerald eyes
Belonging to ancient sage
Bearing thoughts
Awakening the rage
Leaves were howling loud
Under weeping clouds
Moon was taking me
To the secret paths
Golden dust was making me blind...
I saw slaughter of sheep and burial fires
Fingers pressed on steel
Making it start crying
Moonlight on the blade
Was the lightning bright
Gra** was drinking red wine
I'd entered the world of dreams and desires!