The Eyes Of The Beast

The beast dies in the Ancient wood

And the sight fades,

And the snow it just seems,

The silence is darker in the pine wood

It's the meaning of tree, revealed by Beast.

The beast is the world,

Where the breathe of the forests is light

Dying, he can't comprehend the rhanges,

Staying in the world where he was

This winter air will not be stranger for him

And the snow locks merge

To the pines' out lines

A meloncholly for freezing wind fills the heart

With greif for the past:

Screams of the raven in the empty wood

And silence with autumnal downpours,

And low fog on the swamps,

Death in the Eyes Of The Beast

Dark blue twillight.

Wolf's pupils in fire through the fog,

As burned oaks in the dead grumble,

And in the torned rhops, The winter

Without enlightenment, expectation, pain

Will finish a rhange in to other nature

Behind the memory side

And infinte weariness