Dian Cecht (Tuatha Dé Danann)

I carry on, on rivers of time
free of chains
free of mud
with stains of darkness
where eyes should see stars
burning in temples
made of sand, pride, decadence.

I carry on, on mountains erased
by greed, sin, desire and death
where fountains of green
were once guarding
the ghosts of our sun
the voice of our past

I carry on, my dear
in every echoless night
designed by my fate
destroyed by our date
with the rivers of time

Aether (Αἰθήρ)

Lumina patrunde printre gratii albastre
patate de sangele scurs din rani fumegande
deschise in cerul stors de apus.

Pe aripi ascunse noaptea strabate
zari inecate de idoli aprinsi
pe rugul mandriei

Bucati innegrite cad pe pamant-

devin semintele vietii insemnate-n pacat
in trupuri de ceara ce nu pot zbura.

Marete turnuri plutesc in razele crude
si se astern pe pagini macinate de timp

Cerneala se scurge din degete arse
lipite de rugul stins de martiri.