Near Dark

<br>Part One:<br>This is a world blessed by the victims of carnal tragedy<br>The humans ritual of love and adoration dense-waven history<br>Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I`ve bled<br>Bizarre she defined her presence<br>With the lament of the undead<br>When her eyes have bathed in danger<br>And the moon had new design<br>In the cradle of our desire all the blood has turned to wine<br>But the love no longer remained than just a stir to survive<br>In this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to recover<br>I`ll forever strive...<br>Part Two:<br>Dem Sterbenden - die Hoffnung, dem Propheten - der Fluch<br>Der Liebe - die Dichtung, die dem Sterben entsprung...<br>The night is crystal clear - words are sent from pictures<br>Sounds that I can`t hear - as weakness wins my body<br>Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding heart<br>Eclipsing the whole - planet, history and light...<br>Part Three:<br>Sometimes, when the sun hides in the back of the earth<br>When the hungry souls, to whom pain gave birth<br>Embalm their coldness with the blood`s warmth... then<br>I can clearly hear the calling of a lonely and distant star<br>In the shade of the abhorrent<br>Yet in the still of the nights - In the still of the moment<br>When the moment dies - There she gently approaches<br>With the new meaning of life...<br>In a haze of hazard, in the withering chill<br>Baleful`s the passion, when hearts stand still<br>A flood of sentiments entwined - Rattle thru my falling soul<br>I slumber against the spirit of time<br>Like a stranger in a foreign world!<br>In a park, along the alleys, stained with blood and tears<br>In the hour, when dusk disperses<br>Its colors on the white statues<br>Then I`ll wander as a phantom of the posthumous regrets<br>And my fiery lips I`ll freeze<br>With the kiss of these unrivalled statues<br>"Si-n asta noapte sfirsese printr-un sarut<br>Poeme - agonizate de-un infinit si-un inceput"<br>Part Four:<br>"The all-engulfing dawn of habitude shows his claws again-<br>Do you still remember our oath? - Til light do us part!?"<br>Come forth, Feline - Mere moment of melancholy<br>Drink deep of my desire - The quenchless fire<br>That unites our tameless embers...<br>Come forth, Feline - Tortured by our final duet<br>Let thy pale fingers slide on the petals of the flowers<br>That thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood...<br>On the walls, midnight closes even the stoical eyes<br>Of the unsleeping portraits<br>And the white-eye of a lonely candle falls asleep<br>Into its own startling solitude...<br>Part Five:<br>Silent heart desires<br>The balm that drives away the human waste<br>Oh come, infidel duchess<br>Shrouds of frost fall furiusly down... of thee I taste again<br>Deciphering eternity of its ruined scripts<br>Of the tenebrious river I pleasantly sip<br>Upon lifeless leaves autumn has banished<br>Arises my lovelorn aura`s odyssey<br>"Un ornic cu rostiri funebre, suna amiaza-ndirjit<br>Iar ceru-nprastia tenebre, peste parcul amortit"<br>..Returned into that park as a whole<br>Under the questioning eyes of stars and heavens<br>Dreaming away on the lost love I`ve recovered<br>Death suddenly rises - Annoyed that he couldn`t save me<br>He turns pale from envy<br>The seasons vanish and so does this story<br>As the same poets hand raises the pen<br>He pictured this spectacle with...<br>The actors fade on the dreary alleys of that elder park<br>Only two nightshades remaining -<br>Celebrating the sunset of ages while their sullen laughter<br>Lustfully haunts the mortal seeds of ruin...<br>Nights were crystal clear - words were sent from pictures<br>The color have seared - these pages, whereas<br>The darkest hour revealed - the mysterious hand<br>Which dutifully sealed<br>This episode`s arcane end.