Eyes Were charmed by the sight Of stone on the grass - Grey mirror of sky. Stars Lit golden tree crowns With millions of fires That showed me the road To world Of the tear-crying rains That talk to the flames And winds of the past Where beauty - The queen of free hearts Was sister of those Who despised the horde. Standing praying on the sunset Caressed by tender wind Ancient oak-tree's spread its green arms In the embrace of dusk... "You saw legends with your own eyes, Ages grew under your feet, Filled with freedom and desire, Thoughts and feelings buried fast... Wake the secrets that you keep From their deep eternal sleep - Let them be the sacred whip For the cattle hearts ! Let your tar womb be sweet home For the wisdom that will roam... Nature'll dwell under the dome Of the ancient arts." Stone became red Of the fury and pain, My thoughts and feelings Were all faint in vain When archangel sword's aura Was licking the face Of the shrine Containing the ways To unknown. And the drops Of the amber blood fired Scarlett hearts and black souls Making them feel the sight Of the emerald eyes Belonging to ancient sage Bearing thoughts, Awakening the rage. Leaves were howling loud Under weeping clouds, Moon was taking me To the secret paths, Golden dust was making me blind... I saw slaughter of sheep and burial fires. Fingers pressed on steel Making it start crying, Moonlight on the blade Was the lightning bright. Grass was drinking red wine I'd entered the world of dreams and desires !