Beowulf

The feeble leafs decline,
Enshrined in downing deep
The mourn abandoned plains,
Laid down in sombre sleep
Misty shades engulf the sky
Like past, worn memories
The bird’s song fills the whispering breeze
With autumns melody


The lunar pale grim shape
At evening's sight renews
It's silented wail relieves
Repressed thoughts anew
I hear the lonesome choir
Of fortunes past my way
Disdained in fiery weeps
Throughout my every day
These skies I hail and treasure thee,
Most pleasant misery
Not pittes thorn I shelter thine
Mysterious harmony


Draw on most pleasant night
Shade my lorn exposed sight
For my grief’s when shadows told
Shall be eased in mist enfold
Why should the foolish's hope
Thy unborn passioned cry
Exhaust unheard
Beneath this pleasent sky?
For if the dusking day declined
Could delight be far behind?

Sengi amoris
A mere passions fraud disgraced and to disgrace,
In pacis quentis,
With bewitched charm seduced my every days


Begone my burdened past, wont’s these treasured
Dreams be freed from your bounds at last?
Tvemor inogeng
Makes the truth dilute the mirrage last
Osculum pudens
Makes my shattered present caught
My buried past lured into my angers bed
I pured my raging lust
And touched these fairy eyes instead

Eil mein gramgebeugt Klagelied
Klim empor entiflieh der Brust die dich gebo ren.
Am Cage wohlverwahrt
Dem Craumer offenbart
Ward deinem Klang,
des Herzens Kenntis gtets verwehrt
Magst dereingst kugh gereift
Dem Geist der leis begreift
Mit holdem Drang der Seele Wagh entziegn

The leafs and I entangled dance a harmonie
I dare not stain with vain delight
And thus embraced we roam the passing eve like a pillgrim who craves a shelters guiding light
I question thee, beloved night to calm my joy
so that I not like the weary leaves be strewed
For I submitt to thy solitary grace (as) even springs life is by winters gaze subdued


Lost in a dream I beheld a maiden dance
And when she sat down by a sliver stream
Plunging her feet in the shallow waves
A mist descended, kissed her and fled
And all that’s before been just and fair
Shattered in a rain of crystal shards
Each of them a cry, a dream, a tear


Nunquam submergiove aut diffugo
Ira inflammata mea vita ad salutem nominarit
Et solitudo meurn robur


Everlasting be the war that I declare
Extinguished thy bewitched spark despair
Torched the pile upon which you
Are gathered (still) poisoning my weary heart


And as the forked fires tongue licks high I won’t lament thy fall
But dance around the burning branches urged by furys call
And I again shall not be humble slaves but king to thee


Dreams on the barren field did lay strewed
Spread their wings rise up with solemn hope imbued
Ascend the stary stairs into a plain but dear refuge.

Many a weary night endured
Since the utter charm of joy has pured
My unquiet dreams, my misery
How sweat if I could share with thee
Unable to endure it’s smile
Which kindly eased my sombre veil
I frightened turned my burdened head
And hid in slumbers shade instead


But lifted from my mournful rest
Was I by thee nocturnal guest
When though did vow to suffocate
My tranquil dreams in thrones bed
You spoke to me with loathed glow
And thus have though not kept thy vow
For when thy shadow sprang on me
I closed my eyes in ecstasy

Unveil yours eyes, see the special moon gone
Leaving not a single ray of joy to rest upon
Feast on those that crave thy kiss with a ghastly wail
Behold them cry as their faces innocence grows pale
Tempt them into approaching your obscure neglect
Until on your detesting laugh their hopes get wrecked
Praise this rage and the only eyes will see
Thy love abandoned mirrors image, thy only company

As the stars like ludicrous fauns,
Join the grim reapers dionystic glance
We step forward together with the pale withered spring
And join the pipings of their sombre dance

The Dawn arose, the slumbers shadows have passed
The autumnal grace which so kindly has cast
It’s sombre yet gracious delight on my grief
Enshrouded and lulled by the winters far deeper relief


As weary my days will grow from leisure apart
I shall wait for your powers renewed
I pray to whatever there be
“Let be my heard by your tenderness again imbued.”


Cura a die renovato cedit
Dolor et laetitia conjungtus est


Delightful shade was all that I dared hope for
Thy silent charm alone remains to adore.

Aumquam orem dulcem obliviscor de ea somniare non cassavi.
Sed quod pulchrior et desiderandios illa somnia sunt ea major tristia mea cum expergiscor.
Tamen desiderio noctes illam dulces sed dolorosas, ut regno somnii amorem meum osculis teneris tegere et suun capillium aureum permulcere.
Conamen meae mentis spem tepirire interiret per scientia oprimeta.
Devoratus per somnium obmutitum, lugen plenus desiderio.

As the lorn nightingales' melodious pain, dies away through the dusk-impregnated air,
A sweet forgiving silence, delivers me from daily despair.

Dreams of sweetest emotion touch my heart and smother my daily suppressed cries, while a vision of beauty, pure and dear inspires me with a glimpse of paradise.

Wandering like a vagabond, expelled from the joys of men. Barred from the pleasure of company I solitary roam the night.

How should I ever summon my courage, when the bitter gale of failure dominates my heart? How should I ever enjoy the glare of the morning, when, with the fading of the shadows shelter, departs?

As the moon kisses the sea and casts its glitter on the water,
and majestically silence engulfs the lands,
a dream woven of bitterness joy and desire stealthfully embraces my solitary heart.

Horis lucis simplex
crescere, et somniator.
Repudiatur nam sensus
ab simplice redeor.

Through skies of charming beauty, up to the stars divine,
my mind lifts up enchanted, casts of all earthly chains.
Subdued by nights sensation, engulfed by sweet temptation,
I kiss the seals of slumber and let my spirit dream.

Doubtful thoughts pull back my heart.
The flame of delight chases, to burn.

For every smile shall wither, the hopeful laughter fade,
the cup of joys illusions bashed from the craving lips.
And as all hopes are shattered, the last of patience gathered,
the gale of bitter failure is all that shall remain.

Cursed by my creator, and the spark of existence, so involuntarily bestowed.
Come forth spirits of my solitary past, emotions of havoc and destruction be unleashed.
Be unleashed.

I wonder if I ever could regain the virtues I have cast off long ago.

I wonder if my eyes will ever catch a token of the sympathy I still crave.

And all emotion of my former days dilute. For I shall learn how to live with the truth. Soon I shall strip off the boundaries of hope.

For a caring soul.

Der fluchtig Vergnugungen mude,
der Tag voller qualvollem Frust.
Wann mag der einst wohlvertraute Friede,
endlich wieder erfullen die Brust.
Und als der guldnen Sterne Glanz verging
und des Morgens Rot am Himmel hing
da ward des Nachtens Freud und Gluck zerstoben
ein neuer jammervoller Tag erhoben.

Wohin verflogen der Stunden Zeit
wohin des Nachts verhullnd Barmherzigkeit.
So flieht mein Sinn dem Himmel gleich
in Trubsinn schwer
an Kummer reich.

Wandering restless through the hillside on a cold December day, my solitary journey guided only by the pilgrims high in the sky
Fog invades the lands blocking the last rays of the dying sun and a veil of mist and serenity gracefully covers the night

The shadowy trees of the forest, once imbued with beauty and life now twisted and eternally frozen by a shroud of snow and ice

As the glow of the dawning sun vanishes in the witherd sky my eyes wander up through the whispering winds and watch the glare of the stars dilute

Exposed to the frost of the icy winds my bittered soul still rejoys

As the howl of the wind enchants me more than the sweetest sounding human voice

Freed from mens insanity I feel my grief stricken heart still burn bracing my soul through night's loneliness I sence a glimpse of shelter return

Burdend with the insight of my loneliness I continue my journey through this night

Passed have the times when the glimmer of hope filled my heart with gentle delight

All the years that the currents of fortune have planted the seeds of my grief my eyes have been fooled by the masks of joy, my desperate hopes deceived

So let us now gather the harvest of the past solitary days

And bath our peace craving eyes in sin's magnificent grace

The night shall pass and a cold morning breeze shall obscure the traces of my pittyful existence
For not a stone shall mark the place where silence embraced me and guided my cheerful soul into the charm of everlasting solitude

Wandering restless through the hillside on a cold December day, my solitary journey guided only by the pilgrims high in the sky
Fog invades the lands blocking the last rays of the dying sun and a veil of mist and serenity gracefully covers the night

The shadowy trees of the forest, once imbued with beauty and life now twisted and eternally frozen by a shroud of snow and ice

As the glow of the dawning sun vanishes in the witherd sky my eyes wander up through the whispering winds and watch the glare of the stars dilute

Exposed to the frost of the icy winds my bittered soul still rejoys

As the howl of the wind enchants me more than the sweetest sounding human voice

Freed from mens insanity I feel my grief stricken heart still burn bracing my soul through night's loneliness I sence a glimpse of shelter return

Burdend with the insight of my loneliness I continue my journey through this night

Passed have the times when the glimmer of hope filled my heart with gentle delight

All the years that the currents of fortune have planted the seeds of my grief my eyes have been fooled by the masks of joy, my desperate hopes deceived

So let us now gather the harvest of the past solitary days

And bath our peace craving eyes in sin's magnificent grace

The night shall pass and a cold morning breeze shall obscure the traces of my pittyful existence
For not a stone shall mark the place where silence embraced me and guided my cheerful soul into the charm of everlasting solitude

Good bye