Rossomahaar - The Moon, The Sun, The Stars

Deep inside the woods, whose sight's embraced with

Wintry fluid

The wolves come forth the sacred fire, whose flame's enshrouded in

My deep passion and anxiety



Memories of pride, memories of hunger

The lust forsaken, the hate bereft

Bitterness and strength, they all come into one

One and only, those far behind I've left



Praise the somberness of outer worlds

Raise your hell and grant me your bereavement

The luminary gods dwelling in my reveries

Buried in the infinite concealment


The sun of the sleepless, the one we bark upon at night...

The dawn brings it's regular disease

Granting us it's incinerating warmness

Dearest phantoms of the night, they're finally released...



Whom does shine this magic light upon?

The ghastly theatre of nature, is it thee?

Whom does mortify this scintillation among the cosmic lawns?

The answers hidden within the very depths of me...



Those crystal lakes of an alien origin

What will they spawn and how will they act...

Entangled in barbed wire is the divine pigeon

What kind of peace will these long-dead spheres bring...



Mythical source of an ancient knowledge

A fountain of repulsion, truthfully the one I've longed for

The legions march across my motherland

The one deep beneath the surface of the earth



In the night, in deepest solitude my spirit is reborn

To fly high above the woods and explore the caverns of the

Underwater lands, reigned by a supreme king with horns

Will I worship him or cease...?



Cease into the space, rise above the mental reign

Afraid the natural and listen to what the looking glass will say...

Unite with my spirit lovers, for the gates are open

And the circle is now complete...