Nightly Gale

ed by rain and wind
standing alone
through the road of life
his old roots
growned too deep
i will go away

my life drowns in the sea
like a lonley flying bird
i can see him through a pain
i can see him through the tears
in the sea of my sad dreams
there is no place for a happiness
i can see her through the darkness
i can see her through regret

like a bird, like a rain
there are my dreams
i see that through the tears
i see that through a pain
like a flower like a wind
there are my dreams
i see that through the darkness
i see that through the fog

2. The Bleeding Art
why is it just an illusion?
why is it just an imagination?
old stone dreams about the tears
look there
why it's just a dream ?
why it's just a way ?
i thought i will stand here
here in neverland
my life it a sad journey
my life is lonley adventure
you're looking on thoughts of desire
look a desire
my life is smell of woman
my life is just a meat
to look the beauty
trust a death

it's time of shadow's desire
common fascination for flesh
look at the act of love
diversified by worlds and suffer
unleash the pain by sens
it's the thoughts massacre
on the way to death
it's time for the bleeding art

bloody thoughts are my faith
belief in flesh not in god
it's time for last worlds
prayer which is not a dream

i fuck a woman, but she's not her
who are you ? i hate you
i know why ? because you are not her
you fucking bitch, you whore
now i have to kill you
i know why ? because i want you bleed

you are crying, you are dying
i can't help you
i saw, i see you're bleeding

3. Neverland
closing my eyes, i'm dying
closing my eyes to leave you in peace
closing my eyes to lost my breath
closing my eyes, i'm dying
i'm dying because i have no faith
i'm dying because i feel no pain
i hate this place so much
life disappointed me so deep
i'm closing my eyes

have you got pessimistic relation to your life ?
no, i haven't, it's not like this

belief in lust i see regret
i'm the bird i'm crushed ship
where is the end of sore and suffer
i find my way to neverland
i'm laughing although i shouldn't
im screaming because fear came here

have you got pessimistic relation to your life ?
well, everyone plays different
i'm alone in neverland

4. For Lonley Winds
fear cloused in expression of face
when you can't understand whirling thoughts
bell of loneliness calls wind
blowing far away
and his scream heralds might of death
i delight flows out the intricate
roads of flesh
explodes by light for senses
lusting after blood
so great is his world of rattled words
and wind understood
what he always knew

for lonley winds the hope is coming
for lonley winds winter left forever

when you see the flower growing
among the tears
happiness of his breeze makes you feel free
so sheming fate overfilled with misery
crushing all hope for calm growth
waiting for the night to discover unknown lands
understanding he wants to be alone to incarnate

for lonley winds words are whispering
for lonley winds the peace came

5. Sign Of Silence
i am the truth about great loneliness
without hope for god's prayer
my thoughts stray on the edge of reality
searching the way lost in a fog
i am like a stone crashed to the grey dust
lonley soul looking for misery
it is the time to over the game
it is the time to find the way to heaven

here - where we are
no one hear our words
shade reflected in the water
it is my lonley soul
and in the shadows of dried up trees
my throne of night is standing
just a scream of tolling bell
destiny is calling me my destiny

beautiful words are not for me
it is not my extreme wish
i want to be lonley vision
in the valley of lost time
i can find here next signs of silence
i want to tear off my throat with scream
it is the time to go away
it is the time to find the way to heaven

6. Epitaph On A Friend
oh! friend! for ever lov'd for ever dear!
what fruitless tears have bath'd thy honour'd bier!
what sighs re-echo'd to thy parting breath,
while thou wast struggling in the pangs of death!
could tears retard the tyrant in his course;
could sighs avert his dart's relentless force;
could youth and virtue claim a short delay,
or beauty charm the spectre from his prey;
thou still had'st lived, to bless my aching sight,
thy comrade's honour, and thy friend's delight,
if, yet, thy gentle spirit hover nigh
the spot, where now thy mould'ring ashes lie,
here, wilt thou read, recorded on my heart,
a grief too deep to trust the sculptor's art.
no marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep,
but living statues, there, are seen to weep;
affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb,
affliction's self deplores thy youthful doom.
what though thy sire lament his failing line.
a father's sorrows cannot equal mine!
though none, like thee, his dying hour will cheer,
yet other offspring soothe his anguish here:
but. who with me shall hold thy former place ?
thine image, what new friendship can efface ?
ah! none! a father's tears will cease to flow,
time will assuage an infant brother's woe;
to all. save one, is consolation known,
while solitary friendship sighs alone