Grand enigma of essence of life. Sources of life beginning of way And aspiration to unknown. Cry of a born child, smiles of happiness And tears of a joy.
Songs of the MISCREANT
Of the cold night, I’m feeling the flame Of my black soul. A Fullmoon excites me When the night begins. I rise through my flesh To own pain and
Dried by winds. It waits for own the dark night Illuminate by Fullmoon. High mountains And dense forest Protect the valley Of infernal fear. There was occurring great mystery
The last hope of cognition Of the verity In a light ray of consciousness Around deadly and cold dark. The verity is consist in puzzle Of magic sphere, Which
From graveyards allies, fan ice-cold. Remains of the dead putrify tn gloom of the graves. Different human fates have been buried there. Dark of digged grave Waits for her