Are these real, the things I touch and feel? Have all these mirrors always bee so sharp? Do these reflections shape the jigsaw of existence? And whose task is it to solve it? But this I shall not know. [Know not] Does knowing all brings bliss? (Remember Prometheus?) I am no masochist, I just want to live An everlasting silence is my answer I could accept that Yet all these mirrors still cut And these reflections are melting my mind STRANDED! ...Forever blind, forever lost, forever cursing Time Two horns I have and these four walls I know that I can breach them Yet I am afraid that it may vibrate The fragile, great jigsaw of your fate Among my hate, my failing fate Your world dwells in my head Questions, Thoughts - my only bread But without your drinks I am choking These mirrors start to frighten, As well as vacuum silence That remains my answer I don't accept that But all I am able is to stand still And complain, complain, complain... Tomorrow transgresses into yesterday For how long I've been enjoying the fate of a dradle? [Now and Forever] ...I ceased to touch and feel And not these mirrors I blame No more reflections appear, no jigsaws, null exitence I no longer ask , no longer value.

Once there was a man That rose amidst the sleeping crowd, And war was on his mind He had no fear, he fought the world Until the last soul on earth has died Yet his heart still rages, And nothing can satisfy his thirst for changes, For it's an irresistible temptation - being God And so the story goes, my friend A throne he made, a deed of art indeed, With gold and gems and skulls engraved Power, courage, wealth - he had it all, But Deity was alone. So, every time when sun descends below the horizon, He grabs his sword and digs the earth In a morbid hope to find life in death's domain In vain He gazed upon his diggings, crying... And suddenly realized - Subconsciously he dug a hole that just fits his size.

Creators of the Void, bearers of Silence Appear when unexpected, unwelcome, cold and mean It's not of saints and sinners but time and destination And where one's path has ended ours begins Where one's remains are earthed Another plants his seed And laughter is heard again Where once tears fell like beads A spark of darkness, speaking in abstract terms, A mauling hit of a severe truth You are to gain no more Begin to mourn Observe the dance of the Two Sisters, Of Life and Death, Magnificent and beautiful; Scorned Slowly abandon your earthly shell For your dearest to find and bury A Body - forever to Earth is bound, A Soul is bound to Us - Bearers of the Void, creators of Silence Not urging to be welcomed, nor willing to bring pain Yet monolith are the Milestones Of Time and Destination The rules everything is bound to and obeys Where one's remains are earthed Another plants his seed And laughter is heard again Where once tears fell like beads Where one's remains are rotting Another seeks for mead Sanctus mumus as deserved - Ravens fight over torn flesh bits

...And there extinguishes the last candle, And darkness veiled us all. Vision: A desert grasps the universe, No beginning, no end, just a clouded sky Above the wastelands Euphoria? Is it the name of a modern potion? Then grant me some, oh lord, creator of all Unless you've lacked it too..? Vision: A tree - It stretches it's branches Towards the gathering clouds, An iceberg in the Ocean of Sand Pain - The ideal katharsis, Or is it just a curse from the divine? Then take it back, oh lord, almighty, Unless you've lacked the might..? Vision: A thousand candles spell "m-a-n" In the shadow of the wooden cross And there the rain starts. The tree rejoiced. But all the candles ceased to flame. So, what good is life without a light? The writing had been wiped out And the candles sunk in mud The tree is now alone to face the night.

His wings - a southern sandstorm, His eyes - two dazzling suns His shadow glides softly on the sand Could be a treacherous mirage? You, who darkness spat to be The messenger of death, The bearer of the plague from the Dead Lands Where time is sand - the Sands of Time And Shadows cast light - the Light of Night A life of strife, ceased by the knife A Knife that tore the men of war In scraps of flesh and soulless faith Faith - ignorance, acknowledge knowledge And I know that I and I make II While 0 and 0 - ∞ As you shake your wings, these sand drops fall And meet no soil, but piles of soulless bodies. Indeed, the finest crop you wield. Wailing more A raging war Slowly pacing Death becomes you Sacred is the silence that you bring The sunlight dissolves in the shadow of your wing And I am grateful, eager to embrace the Night And in it's lap I shall find my peace of mind Wailing more A raging war Slowly pacing Death becomes you Waiting more Internal war Slowly pacing Death becomes you ...I and I make II While 0 and 0 - ∞ A black dot grows smaller and smaller As it flies farther and farther And his black feather lay as flowers On our tomb of earth that is the Mind

Winter comes Pieces of blue Reigning frost of tears And scars begin to sore These sacred scars no human hand shalt cure In shattered glass I see a blissful landscape So, should I shatter too to visit there? And sun did not rise And moon was all black And stars were blinking Like a lion's eyes in a cage Their shine breeds nothing, only chaos and rage My self got ill, my soul is sealed My cup of pain grew overfilled Winter comes And rain is shed upon the earth - Wipe away the tears Before caught by the light of the day My heart turned colder, so did my grave The storm is closing in It hides from me my piece of blue Arrives to distort all colours And alter all into pieces of grey In shattered glass I see a blissful landscape So should I shatter too, to visit there? And sun did not rise And moon was all black And stars were blinking Like a lion's eyes in a cage Their shine breeds nothing, Only chaos and rage Absorbed, like puddles, gets the Hope - Hope there would be no rain again