Izakaron

Cold Kingdom

Izakaron


I see the tears of enthralling silence 
I hear its cold soundless 
might 
It watches me from peaks of reachless mountains 
And I cognizes the verges of its bottomless being 
In the dismal gleam of a writhing moon 
A grim shining of frost-bound rime... 
Waves of distress wash the bated nature 
Awaiting the soundblast of dawn 
Where 
northern spirits call... 
They call me! 

Landscapes cut through my soul 
In ages of frozen shadows I was born 
My heart of the North shining through primal snow 
Now I can hear Winter's calling horn 
I am alone 
To stand amidst perrenial trees 
At befogged and time-veiled Svarog's throne 
Under the blazing skies 
Forever shall I remain 

Deepest mirror-lakes reflect 
The splashes of constellations 
Forsaking 
their flaming bodies 
With the sparkles of burning stars 
Exhausted... they long 
For the enshrouding mere of rest 
Victims of the tired empyrean 
Illume me with fountains of light! 

?Aurora Borealis, draw apart the boundaries 
of the everlasting aeon of stillness!? 

Atoms of the world in the chasms of space 
Hark to the mourning of the ethereal elements 
And spread the streams of malign wizardry 
Throughout the spanless snowy realm 

A vehement multitude of silvery splendour 
Lies in the gorges of highlands, embraces the 
forests age-old... 
Lo! The blizzard is raving in silence 
The breath of life beneath the bowels of this land... 
...Enchanted forevermore!... 

Out of the depths of time, 
covered with dust of a million years? wisdom 
Unknown planets of yore born, 
wander eternally in the outer space 

They wot there's only one Promised Land 
Where strange sadness is born in my heart 
Making hear the quiet and the whispers 
And see its diamond tears 
Under the reign of winter cold