Sparkly eyes like a starry night  sweet like a summer's first sunrise.
She smiles and the sun shines brighter she laughs and the wind sings of mirth.
Her hug speaks no language but only matters and means the world's rejoice.
I almost gave up but her company makes
my chest feel lighter and now i want to try more.
My efforts filled with meaning of happiness and hope i write.
I stand stronger now and my humble embrace will always be given free for her delight.
Gratitude, like a vast ocean overwhelms my heart and sorrow slowly shunts aside.
I will always be there to take her fears.
I will always be there to comfort her tears.
to hear her dreams in wonder.
I will always be there for her to rest her thoughts.
I will always be there for her to lie her soul whose
beauty is that of an angel.
I will always be there in case she forgets
how amazing human being she is.
If my love was time i would give her eternity.
My humble love and care always hers.

A life of less behind
a demand of love bursts inside
i write words and songs of mourn
i provoke my heart, our souls in yearn
with poetry i cast this sorrow aside
every whiff of yours gives me life
your voice and music make me fragile
questions make this mind agile.
I don't know how should I put it into words
I can’t express it in this world
I stand where none will ever dare...

I remember, i know this place so well
the very spot we used to watch the sunset
hear the waves crushing to this little port.
Now it lingers in my mind like an image
from an old dream and i discover
a strange truth. That i start to forget
your face, your voice and i'm frightened.
Before i meet you i had emotions i could not see
i had time i could not fill
and i had love i could not feel.
Now i realise the void inside my heart,
endless affection my love.
In time i could see the world as you did,
a place full of music and joy.
Now i hold only a fragment of it
and i try to move on, feeling cold
I...

Universal and timeless is the sound.
Cosmic and unending are the songs of past.
Truth and destiny
myths and folklore of primal time
tail and story of ancient gaze.
Old ways and thoughts
traditions and tools
in so many ways still echo to our hearts
still carry the relevance in our thoughts
to create something new.
That is the purpose
that is the challenge.
Copy the past is not difficult
but taking the old and learn
embracing the old and turn it to something new
accepting the old and give meaning today
that is the saga of the Gods.

Cernunos the forgotten god
the misjudged, the demonized one by younger folk,
naive folk that sunk in prejudices.  
Cernunos, called the cursed one from that very same folk
that forgot nature.

Here is the voice of the God
By Ram by Bull by Stag
I am the hunter in the wild, the horned one,the healer,
protector of nature and master of the sun.
I am balance.

In the end everyone dies
and so the Gods envy us.
They envy us cause we're mortal
because any moment could be our last and
everything is more beautiful because we're doomed.
This doom is our freedom.
This doom is what Gods seek.

The Way to Hel

I sought the songs
I sent the songs
when the deepest well
offered drops so mighty
of Valfather’s pledge

I know it all, Odin
where you hid your eye

Who will sing me
in the death-sleep sling me
when I walk the road to Hel
and the tracks I tread
are cold, so cold

Early or in fading day
still the raven knows if I fall

When you stand by the gate of Hel
and when you must tear loose
follow you I shall
across the bridge of Gjöll with my song

You become free from the bonds that bind you
You are free from the bonds that bound you