I see the tears of enthralling silence

I hear its cold soundless

might

It watches me from peaks of reachless mountains

And I cognizes the verges of its bottomless being

In the dismal gleam of a writhing moon

A grim shining of frost-bound rime...

Waves of distress wash the bated nature

Awaiting the soundblast of dawn

Where

northern spirits call...

They call me!



Landscapes cut through my soul

In ages of frozen shadows I was born

My heart of the North shining through primal snow

Now I can hear Winter's calling horn

I am alone

To stand amidst perrenial trees

At befogged and time-veiled Svarog's throne

Under the blazing skies

Forever shall I remain



Deepest mirror-lakes reflect

The splashes of constellations

Forsaking

their flaming bodies

With the sparkles of burning stars

Exhausted... they long

For the enshrouding mere of rest

Victims of the tired empyrean

Illume me with fountains of light!



?Aurora Borealis, draw apart the boundaries

of the everlasting aeon of stillness!?



Atoms of the world in the chasms of space

Hark to the mourning of the ethereal elements

And spread the streams of malign wizardry

Throughout the spanless snowy realm



A vehement multitude of silvery splendour

Lies in the gorges of highlands, embraces the

forests age-old...

Lo! The blizzard is raving in silence

The breath of life beneath the bowels of this land...

...Enchanted forevermore!...



Out of the depths of time,

covered with dust of a million years? wisdom

Unknown planets of yore born,

wander eternally in the outer space



They wot there's only one Promised Land

Where strange sadness is born in my heart

Making