PanDemoniumAeon

Lamentable cries of the night, Rustling of steps from afar I can hear, She comes uncalled, perhaps unwelcomed... But i call, i welcome and i keep, Your words lull well, so soft and sweet, Third month because of them I cannot sleep. Again, again you came to me insomnia! I recognize your face. What is it devine beauty? what is it lawless moon? Dont you like my melancholic tune? Sit with me, tell me something new. Windows curtained with white cloth, Blue twilight streaming, Motionless sad haze... Or are we comforted by from afar news? Why am I so at ease with you?

Abandoned plains, Where mourning shadows sad and tired, Roam in silence amongst the fields, Bones in blood stained soil, Earth eternal tomb. Mist, white shroud, Cloaked earth. Their home so far away, For long their mothers hoped, Silhouettes from others side, But few came home. In Cold frontline dugouts, They saw their childhood dreams, Seems they grew up so soon. And still they hear, Soft screams of war. Chained to earth by mist. And neither want or fault. Sirens singing melancholic tunes, For dead condemned. To fight illusions. Dark sky there cries. Eternal mist sepulchral veil. Cold winds whisper prayers. Flutters

Wells forgotten and frozen, faded heather, And I watch the sun streaming amongst cold slopes of the sky, Losing remains of its warmth, Mountainsides color of night, dry soil color of blood, Blue eyes of north kin remind of ice crystals. Amongst foreign shores, intertwining of contradictions, In our eyes intertwining of pain and of rage, Whirlwinds dissected with patterns by wings, In the howl of the wind I reminisce the songs of valkiries, Sky ripped open, sea dissected with jaws of the dragon, It’s the moon I await every night who I love, Only she may comfort. I wont sleep, I am the child of the gods my fate is well known!