No kui luuletamine on ka kunst...

[fo3]

Paneks siia üles ka mõned oma luuleread.. loodan et kedagi ei pahanda luuletuste võõrkeelsus..




'fallout'

over the land the silence flows
so quiet, in the same so loud
the earth remembers, it still knows
the pain and horror of a darkened cloud

the ground still cries for life it held
once so green, now dark and gray
no one knows, what it must have felt
seeing life, all swept away

sensing oceans flowing empty, turn to dust
feeling forests die, then burn to ashes
no life made it, survived the blast
nothing, but itself saw earth in pieces

so radiated, all dead and black
smell of death is all that lays
no life could return, never come back
mother earth now falls and dies





'them'

far away you notice riders on their horses
they ride on the old deserted roads
where have they been on their courses
their travels, their quests, who knows

covered by dust and by cloaks and by age
from their old and tired faces nothing you shall know
you cannot see their happiness, their hatred or their rage
what do they carry, they think, they know, nothing does show

you stop them and ask them for whatever's their story
silently they look at you, but nothing do they say
for a moment in their eyes you catch their power and their glory
silently they turn and they start to ride away





'last days of humanity'

lost is way and lost is hope
lost is all but life we hold
how long we'll have it in our hands
how long until theres none who stands

to hold our flag up real high
to see the sun come back to sky
but maybe there is hope for us
maybe we wont turn to dust

could we try to change the fate
or is it really just too late
if we'd get back times we had
then would we not do that much bad





'Ancestors'

centuries have passed, forgotten
many kingdoms down have fallen
since our ancestors so brave
in the battles found their graves

for years our history did fade
when evil came with iron blade
for our freedom then they fought
with their blood it has been bought



//muutsin veidi ühte luuletust

[fo3]

ja sis üks luuletus, mille mõte jääb vähe arusaamatuks, kuna see on inspireeritud ühest pildist, mida mul pole praegu võimalust üles panna..




'life until death'

cant you see there is the hand
its reaching, grabbing for the heart
it comes not from the darkened land
but from the tree thats torn apart

it'll never achive the thing it wants
stuck to the wood so deep and firm
for that it cannot reach the heart it hunts
but forever tries, it will not start to learn

why is that, out we'll never find
because its eyes lay right there beside
forever seeing, they not are blind
and still the heart knows how to hide

the time moves on, it cannot stop to think
the strenght is gone the bones now start to fall
first time the eye begins to blink
it now can sense the final call

and then it closes, it will not open more
the death now is here and all the life it reaps
everything has reached its other shore
once more the heart will beat and then it stops

[fo3]

[Miriel]

[Miriel]

[katsep]

[Laterus]

[Neldoreth]

[mixxer1]

. . .

[fo3]

[fo3]

[morthgoth]

Oh se ajatu põhjamaa
virmalised taevas jaa
ning täiskuu öös sätendab
linnast kumab valgus...laternad

see on kättesaamatu ilu
se päikesevilu
se öine kuma
see põhjala jumal

ilusam kui miski muu
se mägi ja se puu
oled sa õhtukumas
nagu kojas omas

sõda seda maad on tallanud
kuuma verd siia kallatud
kuid se armas haldjamaa
see seda rikkuda ei saa

surematute vald
nii ilus ja karm
mets nii kohev ja tihke
raske hoida sinna jooksmise ihke

valge lumega kattunud maa
selle sees hullad sa
taamalt näed ilusat rahvast
lummust su süda täis kahvand

tahaks ka kuuluda sinna
sinna ma ihkakski minna
koos haldjatega rännates
mured eemale vinnates

miks mu vanem kül oli surelik
ja kõik esivanemad mõtlen murelik
miks polnd ma sündinud sinna
kuhu nii väga tahaksin minna

Nohh mis arvate luuletajarahvas?

[Tauron]

[fo3]

'leaving'

the light so slowly starts to fade
at first around you, then inside
you close your eyes and start to feel
there is no more a way to heal

your body is old, your mind is weak
by years your force from you has leaked
your eyes are blind, your ears are deaf
for that you even dont feel grief

you know that time has almost come
what you could do has all been done
you then sit down and low your head
your life flows out and now your're dead

[Sorontur]