White Mountains

On the shadowed hill of Tatra
The dawn of shining storms
From the cold caves
The breath of past under the stars of south
Catching the breeze and the howling of streams
And the black paths
Where the history has a beginning
On the frozen mountains
And through the gates of trees
From the thousands of mists
Woven book of ashes
Dead and rotten memories
And living tears
Ancient path
Ritual of silence
Between the whispering rocks
And bleeding oaks
Opened wounds
Goblet of cold blood
Burning visions dance on the horizon
Where the moon is crying with a green flames
The majesty of the nights
Over the realm of woods
Ceremony reversal
Of the forbidden
Knowledge, rites and gods
From dust to fire
From wounds to life.

Awakening!

Dark rites of spirit and matter
Existence through nature divination.

The limitless black peaks
I resurrect these spirits
Howling of eternal stars
To burn the wind
With fire of sun screams
Collapsing time
Of revelation in ashes
Materialized in the tombs of ice
From water from blood from soil
Affirmation of white sun wisdom
Blissed by black sun divinity.