

Sirensbeckoning lifeless voices appear in the weak airSirens
lull distance with their breath and sweep through a moment
these sounds merge with me and we dance in dissoloving gloom
I am alone in the void of blear lights which do not illuminate darkness
they flare around me and float in my hands
and I lose them granting them eternity which flabbily sways in thin wind


Evanescence of Lightwhen skies are weeping with darkness I enter the void of field silent flood of chaotic leaves I feel like dying awayEvanescence of Light
cold hands so beautiful so lonesome so endlessly distant
MY DARKEST HANDS SEARCH FOR THE WIND MY STRANDED MIND IS STIFFENED BY THE OBSCURITY OF SILENCE
crushed flocks of birds somewhere in the dark evanescence of light touch the gloominess inside
the soul is swept away whisper of the spirit's lips numb emptiness inside desolation upon my wings
THA PATH OF WIND WHEN THE


Dark Waterdark earth... cold water...Dark Water
...enchanted by the forest...
...the dark water in my hands...
when the wandering is eternal and the forest is so endless...
when the water seeps through
and leaves darkness in my hands...
...I'm entering the darkness of trees I'm searching for the forest moor to tread its gloom to see the depth
...and then gaze on its surface mesmerized by the shadows


Bleeding Angels[the angels]Bleeding Angels
blind they are with hollow eye-sockets staring at my body asking me why they've come the question is deep the answer is deeper wordless and numb
I'm still unconscious seeing those bleeding angels right by my side
[the road]
the road is black I'm pacing on a sharp line of narrow white with frozen eyes and sleepy soul searching for a blear light afar in the void
they are gone... ...in the void of souls
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sorry, I didn't quite understand what you mean - what and how I do? Nevertheless thanks for interest in my work as well.
stay in the cold ways of winter
and bad about the katatonia tour, maybe next year... maybe...
oh, and I was complaining about the cold here in Mexico, just to wonder how it gets in Russia and the countrys nearby give me the creeps :S , by the way, what country are you from?
my country is called Belarus (in other words, White Russia - just like the famous drink,
yeah in Mexico it's more pleasant, that's really so
ah, and i already know where you are from! we use to call your contry Bielorusia, it´s some kind of a translation... blame those spaniards!
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