Eyes  Were charmed by the sight  Of stone on the grass -  Grey mirror of sky.    Stars  Lit golden tree crowns  With millions of fires  That showed me the road    To world  Of the tear-crying rains  That talk to the flames  And winds of the past    Where beauty -  The queen of free hearts  Was sister of those  Who despised the horde.    Standing praying on the sunset  Caressed by tender wind  Ancient oak-tree's spread it's green arms  In the embrace of dusk...     "You saw legends with your own eyes,   Ages grew under your feet,   Filled with freedom and desire,   Thoughts and feelings buried fast...     Wake the secrets that you keep  From their deep eternal sleep -  Let them be the sacred whip  For the cattle hearts!     Let your tar womb be sweet home  For the wisdom that will roam...   Nature'll dwell under the dome  Of the ancient arts."    Stone became red  Of the fury and pain,   My thoughts and feelings  Were all faint in vain  When archangel sword's aura  Was licking the face  Of the shrine  Containing the ways    To unknown. And the drops  Of the amber blood fired  Scarlet hearts and black souls  Making them feel the sight  Of the emerald eyes  Belonging to ancient sage  Bearing thoughts,   Awakening the rage.    Leaves were howling loud  Under weeping clouds,   Moon was taking me  To the secret paths,   Golden dust was making me blind...   I saw slaughter of sheep and burial fires.    Fingers pressed on steel  Making it start crying,   Moonlight on the blade  Was the lightning bright.  Grass was drinking red wine  I'd entered the world of dreams and desires!