Beyond The Invisible Line (Beer Bear Cover)

By the edge of sunset
The eternal peace of the sky
Shines as a gold coin dreaming at the dusk
The cold wind beyond the river
Rustles the wild herbs of the spring
The day is dying in the bloody light.

Somewhere.

Far, Far beyond the invisible line
The moon is concealed by the walls of the firs
And reflecting in the brown bear's eyes
The light of the moon turns the stars into dust.

By the ancient oathes
Let my spirit ride with the wind
November starfall flows as stardust from the eyes
Of the dead people covered by the thawed ground
The silver horses run beyond the dusk.

Somewhere.

Far, Far beyond the invisible line
The moon is concealed by the walls of the firs
And reflecting in the brown bear's eyes
The light of the moon turns the stars into dust.

The sabers' clank has filled the springtime's body
The cloak made of ash, the bloody cry of the death
And the wolfs' troop fights the hounds' gang
The horizon's draft is struck out by the blood
Far beyond the gloomy fields of ash
Away from the rainy roads tied in a bundle
I shall follow the white winds of freedom
I shall ride and ascend to the moon's threshold.

Far, Far beyond the invisible line
The moon is concealed by the walls of the firs
And reflecting in the brown bear's eyes
The light of the moon turns the stars into dust.

Oh my endless path, oh my endless ice, oh my endless smoke
The dream of the pallid maple concealed the blot on the paper sky
The steel cools my inner gaze, I forgot your face in the gloomy dusk
The crowds of the birds unseen guard the faceless dust of the burned-out days.

If you are frozenhaving passed through the lie
You'll find a path before the sunrise
The path to the land where the moonhaven ships
Have torn the bloody sunset from the land.

The path to the land where the life-water wells
Sleep being covered by the oaken leaves.
The fogs cry without tears and words
Having enchanted the wizardly moss.

And having dropped down a blood-stained knife
You will discover a sky in your soul
Having thrown down the grey fog of the past
Under the hoofs of the horse of your life.

Far, far beyond the invisible line
Sprinkle the ash on a burial ground
Turn into the primary matter of dreams
Follow beyond the invisible spring.