Untamed Land - Between The Winds (2018)

Clouds of mist spread uncontrolled
And cloak the mountain grey and cold
Bolts of fire from father sky
Pound the heart and brighten eye

Chilly rattle of screeching wind
Shakes the pines with branches thin
Against the strength of graven cliff
He labors forth with fingers stiff

Through stormy trail and over stony path
Anguish not nor tread astray
A clouded flame will light the way

On jagged road and crooked track
A voice of might shall fill your ears
Crying out to scatter fears

Winds of serenity glide on undeterred
Clearing mist, unveils the house of the unmoved word

With weakened limbs and weary spirit
His courage driven passed its limit
He lumbers forth toward the solemn haven
That looms on the edge of oblivion

A hidden sanctum of eternity
The ancient seat of divinity
Its courtyards fair, no storm can reach
Its high walls strong, no foe can breach

Through stormy trail and over stony path
Anguish not nor tread astray
A clouded flame will light the way

On jagged road and crooked track
A voice of might shall fill your ears
Crying out to scatter fears Открыть страницу с текстом

In these halls, preserved in solemnness
Sands of creation take form of wholeness
The winds of destruction race across
Leaving a swirling mass of chaos

Reticent abbot descends through symmetry
To wander among the garden of infinity
Celestial rays from pyramidal altar
Cloak the form of the silent father

The highest crest of mountain tall
Points to my light, flickering dim and small
Though the gloomy night we shall ever fear
Our stars will burn forever clear

As the gleaming of the white moon
Makes the wolves to all dread immune
And though these cliffs may one day break away
This glowing darkness eternal shall stay

Shrouded brothers of the word
Enkindle the consecrated flame
Before a voice in the darkness stirred
To smother the light and destroy my name

And the night rushed forth in haste
To fill the void of the inner shrine
The cry was heard beyond the waste
I heard at last that voice was mine

The highest crest of mountain tall
Points to my light, flickering dim and small
And though these cliffs may one day break away
This glowing darkness eternal shall stay Открыть страницу с текстом

And he felt the violent shudder
A groan of bygone memories
The sound of rain and thunder
Beckoned him to sacred reveries

Temple floors, arid and unkempt
Cracked and split asunder
Captured is the blood of sunset
Fire Totem woke from slumber

And in his heart he trembles
For the day carries the night
Evokes the bestial symbol
The elder snake one eyed

The beast opens its toxic maw
Unleashed roar rouses the dead
It reddens the moon, and dims the stars
Unravels the cosmic thread

Echoes from buried ancestors
Eclipse the crashing of the skies
Bellows the wind as a force enters
Amidst the serpent’s cries

Sign of the incarnate
Etched upon the hallowed portal
Ignites the inner darkness
The infinite becomes mortal

His nightly vigil ended
And his prayers answered
He stoops with knees bended
Before the great Protector

One thousand winters descended
Since the warrior’s breath was ended
But his return was destined
When the World Soul was threatened

The hour of strife is arrived
Primal gods of death collide
The war within that all shall know
Amongst a man and a shadow Открыть страницу с текстом

The sun reclaims its glowing throne
The dawning light shines on the holy desert
Eternal gale of sand and stone
Shrouds the tracks we carve in the dirt

Abandoned echoes of an age that died
Ring out through this arid plain
Pounding hooves stamp the land cracked and dried
And plunge through the fiery bane

Biting wind rolls down from high
Wayward earth quakes from beneath
Torrent of grit roaring from purple sky
A lonely god’s anger unleashed

Battered with hermetic dread
Slaves of isolation drawing near
I feel a force, a prophetic godhead
It warms the air, to thaw my fear

A man born from an ancient rite
With eyes of silver moonlight
A hand of swiftness and of ruin
Wisdom of the seers is proven Открыть страницу с текстом

Pounding through the swirling dust and burning sands
With howling winds at his back
Spectres of icy breath and fatal hands
Race across the welkin of funereal black

And the light of the gods
Divides the dark of the night
As the sky weeps at the odds
Of the doomed in the fight

He feels the yearning in his soul
The sacred will of preservation
But the inner force of control
Propels him towards his ruination

A dreadful clamor echoes from the lonesome hill
The cry of a sickly serpent, deafening and shrill

Quaking through the earth we stand upon
Unconscious power from spirits is drawn
Flashing lights in amethyst and gold
Rising smoke above the hill unfolds.

The absolute swirls within itself
And the center of creation trembles
Unearthly impact fractures the self
And remnants are reassembled

Serpent and man, fold into each other
Vital forces merge together
The last sacrifice of blood and fire
An age of chaos now expires Открыть страницу с текстом