Riders Of Desperate Island. The Coven 2

В этом стихотворении апокалиптические зарисовки второй части Шабаша неслучайно начинаются с горного острова. В дальнейшем творчестве данная тематика получит развитие. Под "princess of my lifeless nature" подразумевается совершенно конкретная "страсть юности моей", заинтересовавшая меня за обладание парапсихологическими способностями и неуёмную сексуальность.

             Riders Of Desperate Island
                (The Coven part: 2)   
                13.07.01.

The crosses burn hard on the tombs of the seers
The plagued ghosts fly out from the sepulchre's door
We waited too long for somebody to hear us
This night we will crush the eternity's core

I'm greeting you, masters of desperate island,
Apostles of suffering, warders of grace!
The hell's gates are opening midst the dark Highland
To summon the horrors of this morbid race

Be welcome, sweet princess of my  lifeless nature,
I see how your chariot breaks the drained sky
The maelstrom is close and I would lay a wager -
You'll join us to hear the mankind's woeful cry

You stretch your embraces - caressing and loving
In your depths my spirit is melting away
This ritual act is the start of the Coven
Apocalypse crowns the grim age of decay!

The ravishing thirst for the extermination
Shall fill the inanimate grounds like a spate
The feast of the death is the great revelation
The freedom for those who're not wallowed in hate

My dear, put the spurs to your wild Satan's horses
We'll ride through the fire - unfading and warm,
Make love in the streams of the evil's black sources
And rule the still wings of the punishing storm

We'll follow the demons of lust and seduction
And when the damned cities behind us will fall
The gray thunder's slaves shall proclaim the destruction
For three thousand years and the justice for all

The outness is choked in a murderous raving
The end of existence!!! The Judgement goes on
There's no time and place for the primitive craving
And hope for the prophet that ne'er will be born