Angels of Mire - Dark Quarterer

The idol eyes of stone

you see are cold and old

have no expression no

don’t scare anyone

now the wood of the cross is splintering

in this time old man’s mind don’t teach anymore

the child disowns his blood

this wind is corroding even the hardest rock

and it will sweep the sand away

The mire of the bog is sticking on your tired arms

the putrid air doesn’t let your breath is deep

your eyes see far

remains of life ill and feeble

skeletons of trees are keepers of nothing

remains of nature that’s already dead

The night of thoughts will be so long

will be so dark

don’t try to find in the air the flight of doves or vultures

set your teeth and go on!

go!

go!

don’t yield to fate

bite your lips and stand up don’t stop don’t surrender

not now that you feel you are so near

so near the light of the life

You know the way will be so difficult to find

every temptation to turn back so difficult to beat

don’t get it wrong

you can’t lose yourself

you are the fire against the ice

you are the day against the night

Somewhere someone is feeling your deeper thoughts

your bodies are vibrating

a thousand souls are one soul

angels of mire try to clean your wings

you, angels of mire try at least once to fly

and forever that wind will be ruled by you