One day I stood with my back to the wind. And the rain fell down. Raised my fist to the cobalt sky. And called to the Gods. ... Where are you?. . I stood in the stream with cold clear water.
From the north to the south. From the east to the west. All that waits for me is the grave. I have been where my brothers lay fallen. And my kind are as slaves.
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit. His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands. Skin as leather, burnt by the sun. This world is not for him, this world is not for you nor I.
I am the eye of the storm. Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees. I've realized my dark dreams, father. I have become I spread my seed. . Have I not brought you to these ends.
Moonlight bathes my heart. The birds sing my serenade. The trees are whispering my. Name... my name. . Dark romanticism, of a. Kind seen no more.... Lament my name when I am.
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me,. and I have followed the source of rivers towards their. source or plunged into forests, always making for other.
Funeral winds... caress the flame. The naked fire that soothes my flesh. In darkness I can ask for little more. . Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead.
You... gave me strenght to carry on. You... pass all wordly troubles unto me. You... gave my time meaning. You... left your sorrow for my soul. . I love you.
Bring the women. and children before me. Let us make rivers of their blood. Bleed for me...I wish it so. and streams shall meet such rivers. and seaward they shall flow.