One
This is a world by the victims Of carnal The humans ritual of love and Dense-woven
Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that bled she defined her presence With the lament of the When her eyes bathed in danger And the had new design In the cradle of our desire all the has turned to wine But the no longer remained than just a stir to survive In this labyrinth of for my mistress to recover forever strive...
Two
Dem - die Hoffnung Dem - Der Fluch Der - die Dichtung, die dem Sterben entsprung...
The night is crystal clear - words are from pictures Sounds I can't hear - as weakness wins my body Selling my soul - and its bleeding heart the whole - planet, history and light...
Part
Sometimes, the sun hides in the back of the earth When the hungry souls, to whom pain birth Embalm coldness with the blood's warmth... then I can clearly hear the calling of a lonely and distant
In the of the abhorrent Yet in the still of the nights - In the of the moment When the moment she gently approaches With the new of life...
In a haze of hazard, in the chill Baleful's the passion, when hearts still
A flood of sentiments Rattle thru my soul I slumber against the spirit of Like a in a foreign world!
In a park, the alleys, stained with blood and tears In the hour, when disperses Its colors on the statues
Then wander as a phantom of the posthumous regrets And my fiery lips freeze With the of these unrivalled statues
"Si-n noapte sfirsese printr-un sarut - agonizate de-un infinit si-un inceput"
Part
"The all-engulfing dawn of shows his claws again- Do you still our oath? - Til light do us part!?"
Come forth, moment of melancholy Drink of my desire The quenchless That unites our embers...
forth, Feline Tortured by our final Let thy pale slide on the petals of the flowers That thee stained with mortal, blood...
On the walls, midnight even the stoical eyes Of the unsleeping And the of a lonely candle falls asleep Into its own solitude...
Five
Silent desires The balm that drives away the waste Oh come, duchess Shrouds of fall furiously down... of thee I taste again
eternity of its ruined scripts Of the tenebrious I pleasantly sip lifeless leaves autumn has banished Arises my lovelorn odyssey
"Un cu rostiri funebre, suna amiaza-ndirjit Iar ceru-mprastia tenebre, peste amortit"
...Returned into park as a whole Under the questioning eyes of and heavens Dreaming away on the lost love recovered
Death suddenly that he couldn't save me He turns pale envy
The seasons and so does this story As the poets hand raises the pen He this spectacle with...
The actors fade on the dreary of that elder park two nightshades remaining - Celebrating the sunset of ages while their laughter haunts the mortal seeds of ruin...
Nights were crystal clear - words were from pictures The colors have - these pages, whereas The darkest hour revealed - the mysterious Which sealed
This episode's End.