Darzamat

ghed at my melancholy

This day, this night,
I fly beyond the world
Hanging between the worlds
Sailing in dark air
Towards the place beyond the world

2 In The Opium Of Black Veil

I think that life is not only this touchable, fugitive
Which, though so beautyfull, passes away so quickly

You used to stand behind me, I felt warm touch, heat, passion
I looked back to embrace you
And I saw hot purple, garden in bloom

Woman with a secret flower in hair
Every day with her was a secret unknown for me
And when I saw her scarlet flower in her hair
And a raven in the sky
I thought the raven is only a bad sign

And when you danced among the flowers, high grass, bloomy meadows
I rised to the sky to blow away stormy clouds
Watching her warming up in imagined flames
I saw as she flew up in the night - as a bird

I fly up into the abbys of the air
And I hear the voice of the woman, so warm, so close, so painful

I dream you stand behind me, I feel warm touch, heat, passion
I look back to embrace you and I see
Icy blackness, deadly nothing

3 From The Earth To The Stars

Foul weather behind my window
Fatigue on my eyes
I'm so much afraid of this world
That I thought I would do it now

I lay down upon the clouds of pleasure
And sailed through the sea of immensity
Dancing winds were pushing my foggy chariot
And rain was washing away
Remains of daily thoughts from me

In a dream I meditated
And stagnant I sail from the earth to the stars
From the earth to the stars

For there the cold silence washes me
In a moment o the highest illumination
Takes me away beyond reach
Of all the evil hands

4 Ancient Philosophy

Change the mood from joy to sadness
Because sad is the song i sing
On dreams in deep meditations
On seven horses running on the shore at dawn

Born to fly
To fly in the depths of art
To plunge in her captious whirls
To sin by knowing thoughts of god

But I have wasted the dawn
And this is not to be forgiven by any heaven
So look and see I`ll paint a picture

Filled with so many questions and sorrow that divine
But instead of an angel I`ll paint a man
For the paint set so carefully
Would wash away its shapes

5 Secret Garden

Hurry my steeds chased by the wind
Across the crystal meadows
Nobody will hear the piano of melancholy
The music is dancing in my heart
In the midst of the stillness and the storm

When the past closes my feelings in the ice-chains
I will rise the mirror of my visions above the thoughts
To steal merciless the flower of the gods
Which they give away falsely
And the blast of magic and the blackness of sin
Will undermine my scarlet face
When the wind mutter dreadful
You will feel my kiss
When the wind blows into the horns
You will feel the flames of blazing blood
Because only i am the god in my secret garden