Winter Warning

Raven's black wings screen the sky from my eyes Through an evil scenery I fall to insane visions These meddle with an imaginative reality This way in our country winter starts Trees raise their dry arm-bones to beseech the sky Under their dead leaves earth stops to breathe In the distance now I often hear the winter warning This way in our country winter starts Myth Insania, Book II, Psalm I, Verse 1-8

Shriek from the Mountains

Lying in dreams, I rip through iron dreams Waiting for falling star of sanity Beating prophet's heart Blind machines' black screams Breaking out of the narrow space of sanity, saying: Psychic sore never more Upside down ballistic floor Endless water, endless shore That leads you close to death Moving down this way people go and pray Rounding all the time they circle everyday Shrieking melancholy sonorating among hills Forests, woods, trees, rivers, sky Vibrating with mountains' shrill, saying: Psychic sore never more Upside down ballistic floor Endless water, endless shore That leads you close to death Swarms of waned stars breach eternity Fade into black, lose identity Negation of vanity, anti-logic quality Looking at the sky you're watching your mind fly Floating untouched by sane truth Therefore will never die Coming stellar light, evil dark flying free Running speeding time that brings you close to end, saying: Psychic sore never more Upside down ballistic floor Endless water, endless shore That leads you close to death M.I., B. II, Ps. II, 9-38

Vertigo

Flames burn, sneak to my eyes I stand on the brim of a crater and cry My eyes drip to lava, what life says is lie I look down at hot streams Suddenly my head swims I don't feel my body, I don't feel my mind To fly away and forget all these lies I long to fly away with you, just let me close my eyes I long to be, long to flee, with you I long to fly From this world I long to fade away, from this world I long to die Like a shade, lame, I climb the slope I bleed, flow, wade through stones My eyes drip to lava, what life says is lie I look down at hot streams Suddenly my head swims I don't feel my body, I don't feel my mind To fly away and forget all these lies I long to fly away with you, just let me close my eyes I long to be, long to flee, with you I long to fly From this world long to fade away, from this world long to die In my sense, in my core, in my voice, in my roar Something's whirling, extinguished fire spouts choking smoke My soul's burning in fire, I am fading like snow In my blood, in my ego I can feel vertigo Something's whirling, extinguished fire spouts choking smoke My soul's burning in fire, I am fading like snow In my hand snow burns I break through ice and defy the glare My eyes drip to lava, what life says is lie I look down at hot streams Suddenly my head swims I don't feel my body, I don't feel my mind M.I., B. II, Ps. III, 39-70

Good Night

Journey's at the end, your wings Are rotting away, greet new coming day Now all dreams of yours are dead I don't know how to say, life, how much I love you, ice grows over me There is nothing I can do Don't try to shout No!, when winter Is coming slow, muse your early age Back hundreds of years ago Nature cries for you, wanting you Back to her womb Now prepare yourself... the end is the start And the funeral drum sounds to me like fun... I wish you good night When against sun you close your eyes I wish you good night When Nature is taking you back I wish you good night When good old ground embraces you I wish you good night When they meet you with love. M.I., B. II, Ps. IV, 71-91

Under Ground

Bunch of flowers fade falling into a grave Losing light, losing weight, they go to meet their fate Inside lying me, just half I perceive Losing light, losing weight, now endlessly free Something happens up and down My fantasy works at full speed under ground Earth's shielding my body like black snow My thoughts miss any rational basis, my organs glow Inside lying me, just half I perceive Losing light, losing weight, now endlessly free With a raging face God lies the next place I hear him turn in his grave like all other days Something happens up and down My fantasy works at full speed under ground Earth's shielding my body like black snow My thoughts miss any rational basis, my organs glow Sign of New Dark leaves you far from the mark Where I see you run through the solitary land Night falls down Deep cold waters flow Under earth on which you're dying slow Where I see you lie on the solitary ground Waiting,... good bye. Bunch of flowers fade falling into a grave Losing light, losing weight, going to their fate My elder sister goes to burn my things and clothes Fire flares against the Moon Feel my time coming slow Something happens up and down My fantasy works at full speed under ground Earth's shielding my body like black snow My thoughts miss any rational basis, my organs glow M.I., B. II, Ps. V, 92-122

The Changing of the Guard

Far away behind the city's protective shield Nobody can quit alive Far away behind old rusty machines' dumps That form the city's border lines The land is dominated by a mouldy slime In all directions crawling on at night Screeches in horror that fly through the endless space From the surrounded city come out And slime is spreading wider Trying to get inside! The silent land, your eyes never beheld With dead trees drowned in wet dust A lot of streams sprung out of the poisoned earth Make up lakes of pus The land is dominated by a mouldy slime In all directions crawling on at night Screeches in horror that fly through the endless space From the surrounded city come out And slime is spreading wider Trying to get inside! From the first time, when the first rags of muddy slime Out of sea crept to dry land And to cold stars their desperate voices shouted "I am man!", The land is dominated by a mouldy slime In all directions crawling on at night Screeches in horror that fly through the endless space From the surrounded city come out And slime is spreading wider Trying to get inside! M.I., B. II, Ps. VI, 123-152

U.R.DEAD

When you close your eyes and see just fragments of your past When you start to speak to yourself, when you start to lie When your brain, when your hands don't need to be occupied When trees and hills all of a sudden start to talk to you When you start to see time When you look to the ground When you like solitude When you feel shades around... U.R.DEAD When your night seems too long to you and your day too short When your fancy stops wondering about the sense of life When your sleep is disturbed by no schizophrenic dreams When the river everyday is calling you to come When you start to see time When you look to the ground When you like solitude When you feel shades around... U.R.DEAD When eyes of yours are not afraid of dark any more When you begin every evening to hail setting sun When flying buzzard does not evoke envy in you When you start to doubt the existence of evil When you start to see time When you look to the ground When you like solitude When you feel shades around... U.R.DEAD M.I., B. II, Ps. VII, 153-176

The Riddles in the Dark

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter. An eye in a blue face Saw an eye in a green face. That eye is like to this eye Said the first eye, But in low place, Not in high place. This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; And grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountain down. M.I., taken over, B. II, Ps. VIII, 177-194

Sonic Mess

We just wanna play aloud under ancient trees We just wanna play aloud among mounting hills We just wanna play aloud in the very nature's heart We just wanna play aloud and birds will stop singing And our words to the Moon will fly. We just wanna sing to stars at the open sea We just wanna sing to stars and rouse them from their sleep We just wanna sing to stars under open sky We just wanna sing to stars and stars will take us Into a different world and different time. We just wanna roam at night and speak with the passed away We just wanna roam at night and hear what spirits say We just wanna roam at night and look for light in dark We just wanna roam at night and through the insane forest Over springs and roots we'll escape far. We just wanna shout our names and cut them into stone We just wanna shout our names before we die alone We just wanna shout our names from this funny heap of ground We just wanna shout our names and that's why We'll make sonic mess till our souls fly to the other star. M.I., B. II, Ps. IX, 195-210