Near Dark

Part One



This is a world blessed by the victims

Of carnal tragedy

The humans ritual of love and adoration

Dense-woven history



Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've bled

Bizarre she defined her presence

With the lament of the undead

When her eyes have bathed in danger

And the moon had new design

In the cradle of our desire all the blood has turned to wine

But the love no longer remained than just a stir to survive

In this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to recover

I'll forever strive...



Part Two



Dem Sterbenden - die Hoffnung

Dem Propheten - Der Fluch

Der Liebe - die Dichtung, die dem Sterben entsprung...



The night is crystal clear - words are sent from pictures

Sounds that I can't hear - as weakness wins my body

Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding heart

Eclipsing the whole - planet, history and light...



Part Three



Sometimes, when the sun hides in the back of the earth

When the hungry souls, to whom pain gave birth

Embalm their coldness with the blood's warmth... then

I can clearly hear the calling of a lonely and distant star



In the shade of the abhorrent

Yet in the still of the nights - In the still of the moment

When the moment dies

There she gently approaches

With the new meaning of life...



In a haze of hazard, in the withering chill

Baleful's the passion, when hearts stand still



A flood of sentiments entwined

Rattle thru my falling soul

I slumber against the spirit of time

Like a stranger in a foreign world!



In a park, along the alleys, stained with blood and tears

In the hour, when dusk disperses

Its colors on the white statues



Then I'll wander as a phantom of the posthumous regrets

And my fiery lips I'll freeze

With the kiss of these unrivalled statues



"Și-n astă noapte sfîrșește printr-un sărut

Poeme — agonizate de-un infinit și-un început"



Part Four



"The all-engulfing dawn of habitude shows his claws again —

Do you still remember our oath? — Til light do us part!?"



Come forth, Feline

Mere moment of melancholy

Drink deep of my desire

The quenchless fire

That unites our tameless embers...



Come forth, Feline

Tortured by our final duet

Let thy pale fingers slide on the petals of the flowers

That thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood...



On the walls, midnight closes even the stoical eyes

Of the unsleeping portraits

And the white-eye of a lonely candle falls asleep

Into its own startling solitude...



Part Five



Silent heart desires

The balm that drives away the human waste

Oh come, infidel duchess

Shrouds of frost fall furiously down... of thee I taste again



Deciphering eternity of its ruined scripts

Of the tenebrious river I pleasantly sip

Upon lifeless leaves autumn has banished

Arises my lovelorn aura's odyssey



"Un ornic cu rostiri funebre, suna amiaza-ndîrjit

Iar ceru-mprăștia tenebre, peste parcul amorțit"



...Returned into that park as a whole

Under the questioning eyes of stars and heavens

Dreaming away on the lost love I've recovered



Death suddenly rises

Annoyed that he couldn't save me

He turns pale from envy



The seasons vanish and so does this story

As the same poets hand raises the pen

He pictured this spectacle with...



The actors fade on the dreary alleys of that elder park

Only two nightshades remaining -

Celebrating the sunset of ages while their sullen laughter

Lustfully haunts the mortal seeds of ruin...



Nights were crystal clear - words were sent from pictures

The colors have seared - these pages, whereas

The darkest hour revealed - the mysterious hand

Which dutifully sealed



This episode's arcane End.