PROMETHEUS UNCHAINED

I’ve been fighting for my soul,
But sometimes this takes its toll...
Nobody can understand
What it means to free my hand.
What a curse is vanity!
Nothing but a wicked dream
I’m in quest for sanity...
I’m Prometheus unchained
Last great Titan — ever famed
A chain to hold me evermore
A rock  — goes down in history as thing of lore.
A vulture — demon, heartless, cruel...
Me to keep from rightful rule.
But I  stand strong, alone, and proud,
Never do I show my pain out loud...
I will fight until the end
And then —
My chains at last in half I’ll bend!



* * *

It might not sound so easy,
But nature has a voice!
The trees can cry when broken,
And blossoms murmer in the night.
The sun can sing:
“At last, it’s spring!”
The clouds like sheep will run and play
Together with the sun.
'Till winter comes,
All cold and proud.
The snow that’s fallen to ground
Can whisper: “Sleep, my friends, now sleep...”
And sparrows cold (while flying abroad)
Can chirp: “Goodbye! Goodbye!”
It might not sound so easy,
But nature has a voice!
The stars, the moon, the sun and clouds,
And trees and grass can sing.
But all you need to do to hear,
Old nature’s singing voices clear —

Is to think of life,
In all its forms...



* * *

Deep in the darkness,
There shines a bright light,
For me, only me
Out of the night...

This light is deep red
Like the blood of the dead...
The dead of a battlefield
Left for the crows...

This light is the essence,
Of a warmth deep inside...
But I heed the calling —
The call of the Damned...

From the night I once came,
To the night I will go.
Nothing can stop me!
All life is undone...