White wolves
Made of moon
howled lunatic moans
Night land cried,
Icy fur gleaming
Icicles shining in the grass
A dark earth
Carries the music far...
The eyes shine
Memories of the woods
A call for the spirits,
Beyond that land
where reality ends
Memories of the woods
A call for the spirits,
Beyond that land
where reality ends
Mysterious forest of the realms
Along a chiaroscuro path
Rides the horsemen four
of the apocalypse.
of the apocalypse.
Tigers accompany them by bonfires
Birds of prey
Circle, above head
The hoot of an owl
The screech of a baaz
And the whispers of a snake.
whispers of a snake...
The screech of a baaz
And the whispers of a snake.
whispers of a snake...
Trees shift shapes..
Come closer
Closer more
call all ancient waves.
Closer more
call all ancient waves.
...
The horsemen they share smoke and songs
And silent determination
How difficult
and heartless
To be a merciless enemy.
This is what the foes have brought it down to,
heartlessness of the good, dire depletion
of gentle feelings, sad.
This is what the foes have brought it down to,
heartlessness of the good, dire depletion
of gentle feelings, sad.
Laden heaviness hangs aloft.
Dense.
These men here,
Rudra Tandava Pralaya Vairaba
These men here,
Rudra Tandava Pralaya Vairaba
Wizards of fate,
Without rest
Without rest
Magicians of love and hate.
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