1. Morrigan (Illusory Queen Of War)

Bloody stream Pour of Earth
In battle iron beat of copper,
Under fiery rain over skirmish doomed
Fly of bloody raven with black wings.

Here rule only horror
Here bleeding from wound.
And over smoked abyss
Be present face of the Morrigan.

Under gravestone
Lay to rest of the hero,
And skull of blasphemer
Upon golden's mast.
Hole skull reek district
The same of skulls,
And black raven of Makh
To prepare peck them flesh.

Rotting remains:
Howling of wind:
Embers fire:
Nightmare visions –
This is bloody earth:

You remember on the down
Though morning's mist,
In arms of Laundress
You to see of my garment?

The streams of scarlet blood
To paint the brook,
As if you have a sensation
Of edge of the swords:

At battle field you dead
With broken head.
No here of raven's croaked
And terrible wolf's howling.

No everybody aspire
To the death like you,
But rage to broked
Of empiric dream.

Rotting remains:
Howling of wind:
Embers fire:
You don't worry
Of black of the night,
Of sun of the day:

2. Impious In The Grey Skin

Fall in the grass and wait when night changing morning,
When sun changing twilight and beautiful moon.
No reach out of palms to blood stained mouth,
Then fear pursue you in deeper cold hell.

You be run though dark, you dressed in the gray hair-the gray skin,
You as sacred belief maybe "this time I can":
Be able stay of beast, wild wolf in the circle of the forest:
Memory is it black curtain; by human I walk:

To nights stars and mornings sky,
To days Queen sun and midnight moon.
:I walk again there:

Give me, Emperor of the nights, of vast possession,
Of smell of the fowl, man and blood splash from vein!

Only day, roar with laughter in face:
"Your wolfs majestic,
Back in your villages home
And suffer between of the walls!"

In everyone drowsing of the principles
That fall to lot from ancestors,
Not renewal to humans beast.

At silent church
I hide from light
And ask another God
I want take of the wolfs skin.

Fall in the grass and cry

3. Tackhisis

Black then heaven
Your soul is the viper
Like raining blood
The touch of love
But captivity of soul
Is mortal suffer
I ardour again with your eyes

Under black veil don't see without fear
I fall in love with dark not you
Don't keep me neither dark Nuithary
Nor Grey Seducel nor evil Morgiohn
Forever fly away from abyss of your eyes
What present you?
I wish in dark where I is gone forever
If only don't fall to you by humility
I fingering of days by harp of hope
To wish for love, to be somebody must:
But life like ocean is blooded and boundless
Along the ocean though mist I must swim

No changing mask but excuse and release me
Don't take away of arm from me of arms
You break in dust of my funny tales
You stick of iron hook in my heart

From soul to bleeding wound
I extract out of black roses thorn
In cosmic distance of universal fraud
I hear of unearthly and funeral toll

4. Call Me, When I Die...

Claus of death
Scratching my eyes,
Deforming my face:

And I will die tomorrow,
And She will talk: "I go!"
And this is death-slow,
In my brain the row.

Never say good-by,
Call me when I die:

I listen the vile voice-
It's voice-voice of death,
Dreadful hell noise,
Horror after death.

Welcome In to the hell,
And this terror you feel
"Last night the world came down
Ten dead in Chinatown".

Never say good-by,
Call me when I die:

5. My Witch

Valpurgiue's night
Shine stars of doom
Valpurgive's night
Rise again from gloom
Valpurgiue's night
Only enemy's here
Valpurgive's night
Bloody road.

Young witches
Sit by the mans heart
Is the dagger, loop & venom
Around flame they beauty
But this beautiful
You take away to hell.

Fire to sewing
Of ashes that witches dress
But here to cease
Suddenly you arise
Unearthly beauty.

You enter of fire
Without fear
And lick you fire,
And burst you dress
You quiet speak
Soon be it.

I see at you breast of cut
Already you burn
But rise again
You spill the blood
And give out drop by drop
Undead and alive
Like love you queen of night.

You burn my heart
No save me
And fade away from you
No wish me.

6. Darkness

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy Earth
Swung blind and blackening in the mooniess air:
Morn came and went – and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chilled into a selfish player for light:
And they did live by watchfires – and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings – the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed
And men were gathered round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other 's face:

A fearful hope was all the World contained.

Forests were set on fire – but hour by hour
They fell and faded – and the crackling trunks
Extinguished with a crash – and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past World; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnashed their teeth and howled.

And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: – a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no Love was left,
All earth was but one thought – and that was Death,
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails – men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devoured.

The wild birds shrieked, and, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawled
And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless – they were slain for food.

The World was void, the populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless –
A lump of death-a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirred within their silent depth.
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropped
They slept on the abyss without a surge-the waves were dead.

But two of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heaped a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage, they raked up,
And shivering scraped with there cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects – saw, and shrieked, and died –
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend.

The tides were in the grave, the Moon their mistress, had expired before;
The winds were withered in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perished; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them – She was the Universe.