Thoughts of the fair-haired outborn

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCEVfiS23XQ

at youtube (made slower in Russia)




THOUGHTS OF THE FAIR-HAIRED OUTBORN

my translated of my own verses мысли белокурого пришельца

[Style of Music: Darkwave, Gothic Rock, Industrial Post-Punk, Slow heavy tempo, Cathedral bells, Deep low synths]

[Intro: Low-frequency vibration, roaring synth, heavy cathedral bells]

[Verse 1]
Boldly I live by the might of the burning Ship-Star.
Brightly I breathe — bound in the name of The Bull’s Eye.
Sweetly The Swan’s Wing - The High Cross-Tip blazeth in my heart.
Holy The Horse and Rider gleam within my soul hence.
Full The Southern Fish-Mouth is my fixed loadstar!
Wide upon my heaven — The Dog-Star and The Whale-Heart.
Kings, boroughs, and kinricks shall tread away keenly.
Clear But the waning world gape abideth for evermore cleanly.

[Chorus]
I hold no fellowship with grim harshness and foulness.
I forsake not my kindred never going to leave ones who follow.
Both my grounds and my laws are unswapped on!
My Inmost Self is blending up with the World-allroom.
The corn in the palm of the hand, by the might of thought —
Shall straightway spring up as a wonder of Life.

[Bridge]
Never fear thou neither any man, nor any thing.
Die, starve up or lose the day, yet yield thee not.
Ask thou nothing of no man,
Believe not, trust not, seek no man's soul.
Betray not, break not thy own vows too.
Love-hate — eschewing all the rede idly!
If thou believest — be thou steadfast in thy truefull Troth,
If thou livest by righteousness — swerve not from the Path.

[Outro: Heavy cathedral bells, fading synthesizer drone, deep space silence]