Lethean piosenki

As the sun falls from the sky Waning crescent rises high Through bleary and forsaken eyes To Hecate’s torch I gaze Standing tall upon the prow Western shores I leave you now To wear the wreath upon my brow Of fragrant asphodel Four times born...

Like hemlock wilfully drunk to the drains A draught to dull the limbs and still the anguished heart Flames consume the curse, and cleansing currents rush And still I am unquenched, unforged Tongues of fire take me, your hunger will I sate Carry off...

Ice on summer seas a doubtful throne Gone is the man who pulled sword from stone Now I know not what I am – nothing but a voice Calling through death-white mist Crown wrought from the dying light of stars Topples from my brow Days of old and days...

I drank of your font, sweet oil of vitriol Danced on light feet in your sunshine Intoxicated by your fragrance Oh life! I exalted in your light But now your golden rays reach me not In lustreless forests I falter Bleeding and weary with every step...

Sagas unsung for the slain Eulogies written in water Lost to memory any name would fade away Like a dying candle flame Darken not our doors, O wanderer You know this doom is yours Set a course for other shores, O seafarer And may our bitter hatr...

On fleetest wings flies the mortal soul From winter’s chill into homely halls Great is the storm, fragile is the candle The night is falling - few are they who truly see the dawn Life's flame burns low Smoke drapes the embers Where the Lethe flows...