Wanderer in the Past

Remind me the realms forever gone,
The poem of forgotten darkened sun.
Remind the calming whisper of the mist,
Our only torturer and only priest.
The midnight letters and the sleepy trees
Prisoned in past and never will release.

You know me so much time but you have never known me.

In these damned woods, my stranger, you’ve got lost.
The screeching moon, the everburning frost,
The painful silence and the haunting beasts –
On your warm human blood they want to feast.
You’re not invisible as you are thinking yet.
Turn back you wanderer, you will regret!

Oh don’t you know this life it strikes so cruelly…

The wolves, they follow you, they howl and drown.
You’re praying to the icon you have drawn.
You write your poems to your tender nymph.
You’ll pass the oceans and the Orcish cliffs,
But is reality the same with what you want?
That’s all the mournful song of Astaroth…

Namariё! Better create than bury.