Rossomahaar

The Moon, The Sun, The Stars

Rossomahaar


Deep inside the woods, whose sight's embraced with 
Wintry fluid 
The wolves come forth the sacred fire, whose flame's enshrouded in 
My deep passion and anxiety 

Memories of pride, memories of hunger 
The lust forsaken, the hate bereft 
Bitterness and strength, they all come into one 
One and only, those far behind I've left 

Praise the somberness of outer worlds, 
Raise your hell and grant me your bereavement 
The luminary gods dwelling in my reveries, 
Buried in the infinite concealment 

The sun of the sleepless, the one we bark upon at night... 
The dawn brings it's regular disease, 
Granting us it's incinerating warmness 
Dearest phantoms of the night, they're finally released... 

Whom does shine this magic light upon? 
The ghastly theatre of nature, is it thee? 
Whom does mortify this scintillation among the cosmic lawns? 
The answers hidden within the very depths of me... 

Those crystal lakes of an alien origin 
What will they spawn and how will they act... 
Entangled in barbed wire is the divine pigeon 
What kind of peace will these long-dead spheres bring... 

Mythical source of an ancient knowledge 
A fountain of repulsion, truthfully the one I've longed for 
The legions march across my motherland 
The one deep beneath the surface of the earth 

In the night, in deepest solitude my spirit is reborn 
To fly high above the woods and explore the caverns of the 
Underwater lands, reigned by a supreme king with horns 
Will I worship him or cease...? 

Cease into the space, rise above the mental reign 
Afraid the natural and listen to what the looking glass will say... 
Unite with my spirit lovers, for the gates are open 
And the circle is now complete...