Ural Twilight Autumnalias (1995)

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MOON ROOTS OF WAR

On high hills 
In fathomless cold streams 
Is he the thickening wood shades. 
His eyes are full of fevering embers, 
His body is woven of star's light, 
Like unfleshly fire 
Winding in voilent dance 
Primary dark flame — shaman. 

The floating in bloody flow 
To the voiceless heart's blow 
In kamlat — ripe moon. 
Attend to voluptuous ecstasy 
And shivering of the earth, 
Their fierce [bad word] coition. 
The magnificent altar will be shot 
By sprouts which were sown 
Source of dark wisdom 
Flame — shaman.