Dead Crystal Winter 06. 01. 03

...do I really have inside something that is still not dead? Infallible transience... elemental love... the darkened stream of a decadent existence, flowing between the shapeless shores of insanity...
   Into the final initiation?
Or just to the freezing glow of unspeakable suffering?

...nessun maggior dolore
Che ricordarsi del tempo felice
Nella miseria...
             Dante "Inferno"

                Dead Crystal Winter

Who am I to reproach the Creator?
Whi am I to assert and negate?
Every mortal falls sooner or later
To the gulf of the murderous fate

The wan memory cannot recover
Something graceful that's buried within
I still trudge from one loss to another
In the heath of the decadent sin

Past is gone, Present's sombre and woesome
The blue river is fettered with ice
And the Lord of the dead winner's blossom
Keeps the hight by the crystal disguise

Some years passed and I lost my intention
To reach out for the clear way alight
Just the trail of the angel's ascension
Leads me straight to the heart of the night