- Holy Water Moonlight
Undead ... and still suffering,
Always suffering.
Wooden stake, come, impale my heart ... -
Driven through this ancient heart !
Holy water, heal my wounds ... -
Everything has now changed sides;
Walking through the garden of the darkest night.
- There was a country by the sea
There was a country by the sea,
But I cannot say for certain,
Whether it was part of a lonely isle,
Or merely some coastal region.
A landing stage of rotten blanks
Stretched carefully into the waves,
And for one moment I did wonder,
What frightening purpose it might serve.
- Transfiguration
Nothing is in this world can be as immaculate and pure as the love of us Cold Ones for the dead. Our love lives only in those fleeting moments of recollection ...- memories we're fearing to forgot.
Our love knows neither kiss or touch, we are embracing dust, air or ourselves when visualizing what we've lost. Awoken by a sound or scent, some visions call sad phantoms ..., floating, wrapped in fading colours ...- our lament.
And then there is the all-devouring dread:
"some day I might not bring him back ..., when my feeble mind can't help but lose the contours of his face".
Lost forever, lone and sad, gone forever to the dead ...- so far beyond the barriers of the opposite space.