The Tales Told Under the Willow

You… not yet a piece of art for me You… not yet an artifact (Fact!) Not yet my memory Just simple youth untouched by time Your charm I feel behind these noble lines I carve Oh! A heartless mold (A heartless mold) With every day I start it again and again Nor to regret nor to forget your grace Trying to sculpt the life from cast BRIDGE: Not yet a piece of art for me Not yet my memory CHORUS: The air I breathe Its poison gives me grief Through dust I see The face of your delight Lone I'm still here and still carving stone As winter takes its toll on my faded soul -BRIDGE- -CHORUS- The face of your delight...

All those tears spilled at your will Conceal the blackest deeds thoroughly When frailty deludes… When frailty deludes perverted nature To keep you free From nefarious crime Vile intent in disguise Almost real is guilt for my regret Delusive witness freezes me In elegiac mood… In elegiac mood rewards the scars, My deepest wish Of malicious kind Recall the past It holds me in the search of you Reveals the truth through years of deceit Anger allures the pride with forgiveness Soon I’ll take what is mine With a twist of my instinct Hunting prey in disguise Pleasing murderer within

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

The wild winds weep, And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs unfold But lo! The morning peeps Over the eastern steeps, And the rustling beds of dawn The earth do scorn CHORUS: Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe After night I do crowd, And with night will go! Lo! To the vault Of paved heaven, With sorrow fraught My notes are driven They strike the ear of night, Make weep the eyes of day; They make mad the roaring winds, And with tempests play -CHORUS- I turn my back to the east From whence comforts have increas'd; For light doth seize my brain With frantic pain… Pain… Pain!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring O heart! My heart! The bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen, cold and dead! O Captain! My Captain! Rise up and hear the bells; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning Here Captain! Dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen, cold and dead! My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won Exult o shores! And ring o bells! But I with mournful tread, O walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen, cold and dead! Fallen, cold and dead!! Fallen, cold and dead!!!

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

In the bliss of night When almost fell asleep So carefully he serves A poisoned medicine CHORUS: With the smile And the blackened eyes, Mean and wild, He is pulling us Into whirlpool Of the mystery – To the end Of our history POST-CHORUS: With the smile He can kill Mean and wild Thus he heals In the shades of trees When walking through the park Behind the back he loads Six bullets into gun When buzzing thoughts in mind Provoke the pain and lies With no remorse he gives A hand that holds the knife -CHORUS- -POST-CHORUS-

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

WITCH: In broken mirrors hiding don’t try me even find My pale eyes start burning like fire I wish to start an evil dance with spirits in the night Live out my devilish desire I will whisper with stars on the eve of new moon With strange splendor in my careless eyes There is small fee for those who enters my woods Life is the price… Just life is the price! I must to lend a hundred lives That is the deal with Netherworld Ninety nine souls who have recently passed Already caged in my crystal ball You have ride a great while over the snow, I will take strength in your weakness Your clothes are wet and your teeth are set, You will slowly falling into deepness SON: What a strange place never seen I before? My wounds are bleeding I can't ride anymore WITCH: The Past and Present here unite Beneath the Time's flowing tide SON: How to get out of this void – From abyss vortex hide? Don't feel the body, legs and hands WITCH: Nobody now will help? SON: In senseless war I lost all my friends And for whom slayed now damned? Damned! SON: The gloom is coming and the Night comes with it Let us rest here my faithful steed WITCH: Like a wounded beast caught in a trap No more time for the tears Everything in a gray foggy wrap Now I can see all your fears Illusion and sanity are one and the same When two worlds colliding at once; You'll never see whom you loved again, I won't give you a chance. You cannot move now – your body is weak What a shame! Death is already creeping Oh yes, yes... I will keep our deal Now you can take him, grim reaper! DEATH: Few moments you pass to the world of dead Kharon is waiting in boat Few moments you pass to the world of dead To Aides take an oath GHOST OF MOTHER: Throw away your sorrow son With morning shadows – ghosts of dawn I’m in your heart even though I dead Don't cry for me just rise your head With beams of light eternal dark will gone... gone… gone… gone… With morning shadows – ghosts of dawn… WITCH: The Past and Present here unite Beneath the Time's flowing tide SON: How to get out of this void – From abyss vortex hide? Ivory fingers rich out to me WITCH: No one to blame SON: No, you can't fool me Don't make me to play in your game No! WITCH: How dare you disturb my mystical rite?! My claws almost took out his soul... How dare you remind him about the light?! I started his name in the scroll... DEATH: The burial shroud suits him the best Cannot you see, it's obvious thing?! Just melt in the dark and never come back And let ceremony begin! WITCH: But why I can't start?! What have you done? No more my power, no more my charm His thoughts are so clear and will is so strong No more to me his mind belongs DEATH: For now I retreat the time has not come, Awake when the sun starts to rise "By hand of God blessed" I let now you go, Awake and open the eyes! SON: I'm alive and there is still hope! How to escape you showed me the way? Never despair, life goes on! Praise the sun! Praise the new day! Cheerful Songs of the dryads I hear And flowers again starting to grow; In the face of death never despair! Life goes on... Life still goes on...

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

How frail and peaceful these drowsy streams Flowing down from the hills through the meadows, Down to silver woods, to the shelter, Where a child, the destined one rests forever My unfounded hope, I'll give you back to the skies Abandoned prophecy for mankind, I'll bring you back to the fire Over the hills, Over horizon, Where smoke will arise Above the mountains A shade will lead me to the unbroken past, Where all winds grow among these coldest mountain peaks Follow thee, out from here I take a step From this shell a weary mind will be released Where gods fail, silence reigns When gods fail, darkness impends War without end! Blessing or curse? In blood and dust Still we stand! As swords clash and thrust for the kill – Kill for the King! With utmost rage and revenge We'll bring them down!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Спит ковыль. Равнина дорогая, И свинцовой свежести полынь. Никакая родина другая Не вольёт мне в грудь мою теплынь. Знать, у всех у нас такая участь, И, пожалуй, всякого спроси — Радуясь, свирепствуя и мучась, Хорошо живётся на Руси. Свет луны, таинственный и длинный, Плачут вербы, шепчут тополя. Но никто под окрик журавлиный Не разлюбит отчие поля. И теперь, когда вот новым светом И моей коснулась жизнь судьбы, Всё равно остался я поэтом Золотой бревенчатой избы. По ночам, прижавшись к изголовью, Вижу я, как сильного врага, Как чужая юность брызжет новью На мои поляны и луга. «Спит ковыль… равнина дорогая И свинцовой свежести полынь Никакая родина другая Не вольёт мне в грудь свою теплынь» По ночам, прижавшись к изголовью, Вижу я, как сильного врага, Как чужая юность брызжет новью На мои поляны и луга. Но и всё же, ночью той теснимый, Я могу прочувственно пропеть: Дайте мне на родине любимой, Всё любя, спокойно умереть! Но и всё же, ночью той теснимый, Я могу прочувственно пропеть: «Дайте мне на родине любимой, Всех любя, спокойно умереть! Умереть...»

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025