Birthed under dark star

I was born under dark star,
in hard years I left native home
to looking for luck.
Freezing wind
knocked to pieces my mind.
Demonic rein
washed my soul in blood.
but I found my own way
across my dreams it was.

Evil mask on my face
hidden eternal smile of sorrow.
into unknown place
I was seeking my memory in snow.

Rainbow in clouded sky above me,
frozen earth beneath my step—
all was could and gray.
and I was awaked in my dreams,
to walk my heart’s road away...
to go far, far away into sacred place
because cryptic voice mute calling me...

Fey man’s song

(Grating voice announcing in my head what I am fey man... )

My tears lay dawn like dribbles of rain.
I walking the path of sorrow with burden of pain.
Will-o’-the-wisp mast guided me via doorway of my fate.
Because I feeling what I can open my own stargate.
But evil choose take my soul in time of blossom.
And I dying beneath torpor moon...

(I have not time for externalize my dreams in life...I am doomed to die now)

 

Dark Castle—way to death

Dark castle of my dreams
On horizon mine mind
It’s powerful build
Calling me to come in
And dying
Eternal fog hiding it’s secret gate
I looking for it
But I watching only dancing shade
And the voice of my soul murmur to me
What I must searching better...
Step by step to death
Can’t stop by the way
You must let fly your doubt
And don’t say nothing
Till you are on way.

(c) 1999 Russian Gothic Project