Short summary:

The music group Harpies had released their second volume. PS. Only this time, they've listened to their agent and didn't go mythological on the audience. There is a God of some sort out there.

Second volume of Harpies' songs

Dreams, Darkness & Delusion

Dreams are coming soft as feathers,

Dreams are coming hard as stones;

Dreams are made just for your pleasure,

Dreams are made for your sins to atone.

In the darkness, you'll toss and turn,

Dreaming of dying, of being reborn;

Dreaming of devil cast from the sky,

But never surrendering - he's for another try!

Darkness comes and it brings shadows:

In the dark, all cats are grey;

Darkness comes and it brings fear:

Evil creatures are out to prey!

In the darkness, you'll toss and turn,

Dreaming of dying, of being reborn;

Dreaming of devil cast from the sky,

But never surrendering - he's for another try!

In the sleep you see delusions,

In the sleep, you are different you.

In the sleep, you must face illusions:

What you are, you must find a clue!

In the darkness, you'll toss and turn,

Dreaming of dying, of being reborn;

Dreaming of devil cast from the sky,

But never surrendering - he's for another try!

Ancient fears - 1

Ancient people weren't wise people

In age of stone no wisdom exists.

And through they are gone, dead deep under a steeple,

The fears of ancients still do resist.

In the cities - they are noticed hardly,

Only when you are alone;

But sometimes humans act most... tartly,

They went come back to nature, to the ages of stone.

Now darkness of undergrounds,

Rises, covering your eyes.

Light is crying,

Humans are crying,

Unable to deal with this harsh surprise.

Now evil fog of swamplands

Grabs your legs, make you lose your way.

In vain they're listening,

On eyes tears are glistening,

For facing the past there's much you must pay.

In deathly fear lived the humans of stone;

Quite unaware of that we're today.

But however, when we are alone,

Those ancient fears just come forth to play!

Devil and king Arthur

Night is different from Day:

At the night, evil forces play;

At night, devil raises ground,

Making corpses come alive with a-bound.

"Undead warriors - your time has come!

Once again there's the beating of the drum

Caesar, Napoleon, Hitler and Stalin -

It doesn't matter at whose banners you've fought,

What man-god you followed he left you to rot;

What matters now is that you're alive!

Once more you're moving, enjoying strife!

Once more civilians will fall to your wrath!

Once more you're moving, like a lumbering mass!"

Night is different from Day:

At the night, evil forces play;

At night, devil raises ground,

Making corpses come alive with a-bound.

"Mighty mountains - what holds thee?

No roots in the ground - you are truly free!

Shake and turn, avalanche on the ground -

Each human will get his or her own mound!

Crushed and consumed by your snow and mud -

Stone-hearted, relentless, immensely glad:

Your time had come way before apes were born:

They came at evening; you were at the morn;

And now, for impudence, humans all pay:

The stones are bounding down to play!"

Night is different from Day:

At the night, evil forces play;

At night, devil raises ground,

Making mounts come alive with a-bound.

Suddenly, a light has stirren, coming deep from underground;

Suddenly, a man has stirren deep within his burial mound;

He was Arthur, king of Celts,

His deeds rose on Devil's hide welts;

Though now dead, he too awoke,

To stop the evil that the devil provoke.

Out came his sword, and it shown like morn,

And he spoke with words that rang loud like horn;

"Yeah all who are dead - in the wombs you'll born,

The art of war for a while forsworn!

Peace you will have, and innocence too,

But right now - back down, from you life too will grew!

And ye mighty montanes, you may have no roots,

But no movement either, you're solemn, not brutes!

The devil himself is quite chained in Hell,

And chained to earth you remain as well!

On you pastures will grow,

On you animals prosper,

And so hold still as I read Pater Noster.

And both man and mount - one Father you have,

And that is quite so, never mind what the devil rave!"

And thus with the words, and with swinging of his sword,

King Arthur once again restored slumbering word.

Nightingale the Robber

How many birds are living the coups!

Finches serving for the grouses as snoops;

Crows and jackdaws are flying everywhere,

And cockatells are crowing to beware!

And the birds are flying leisury and long:

All to gather up the sweetest seed and song;

All the cocks are pecking speed and crack,

And like chickens they're clucking: "Buk-buk-buk!"

And the robber nightingale whistles not in vain;

And the robber nightingale whistles from his pain;

He warms kind-hearted - with the solar fire,

With the rain of the stars he makes dim thoughts expire!

Sparrows sparring once the eagles have been shot;

Peahens are prancing, like they taught;

Oh young ones listen to your heart quite clear,

Otherwise you'll never clean-off astral smear!

Nightingales live in wildest forests just!

And the sing about all that has been bust!

Nightingale as the robber was proclaimed,

'Cause the rebel thoughts his song just has inflamed!

And the robber nightingale whistles not in vain;

And the robber nightingale whistles from his pain;

He warms kind-hearted - with the solar fire,

With the rain of the stars he makes dim thoughts expire!

A letter to ex-girlfriend

You're shaken; all in vain you have tried!

Not matter what you pulled, I haven't died!

When the manacles fall-off, you will see,

What the life in jail's cell did to me!

And the times flies very swiftly,

I'm saying to you "Hi", albeit briefly!

You may party all you want for right now,

Because soon I will be free, you dumb cow!

So let each day bring to you some less joy,

'Cause it brings me to the freedom, oh boy!

And the life just doesn't end at the jail cell,

Like the fire in the furnace does my rage - oh boy - swell!

And the times flies very swiftly,

I'm saying to you "Hi", albeit briefly!

You may party all you want for right now,

Because soon I will be free, you dumb cow!

I just have never chosen your punishment,

So why did you chose this self-banishment?

You are not going be saved by geography,

Or by fact that you're star of pornography!

And the times flies very swiftly,

I'm saying to you "Hi", albeit briefly!

You may party all you want for right now,

Because soon I will be free, you dumb cow!

Gemstone song.

Gemstones, standing in a row;

Stones, not flowers, they cannot grow;

Gemstones, gemstones, flying by,

Gemstones, gemstones, you're each special, why?

Emerald, eternal stone, rock of St. John,

Take me home. Home, where grasses grow green,

Home, where leaves never lose that great sheen;

Home, where summer is everlasting,

Home of emerald, stone of chasting.

Gemstones, standing in a row;

Stones, not flowers, they cannot grow;

Gemstones, gemstones, flying by,

Gemstones, gemstones, you're each special, why?

Jasper, hard stone, the rock of St. Paul,

Thrones are built on it, each as firm as mall,

The rock of stronghold, the stone of rest,

People of Earth can stand on it abreast,

Jasper, the stone intended for rest.

Gemstones, standing in a row;

Stones, not flowers, they cannot grow;

Gemstones, gemstones, flying by,

Gemstones, gemstones, you're each special, why?

Chrysolite, the stone of fire, stone of St. Thomas,

Jane, why your love lies where your home is;

No matter how hard to see, Jane, though your spirit's always free,

In your heart, you'll always come back home,

Just as long you won't lose the chrysolite of Tome.

Gemstones, standing in a row;

Stones, not flowers, they cannot grow;

Gemstones, gemstones, flying by,

Gemstones, gemstones, you're each special, why?

Hyacinth, agate, and ametist - the symbols of great thrones,

Long forgotten; those stones keep faith in those who are besotted,

And who are resolved, and never who lose faith,

For those simple folk, who're easy to amaze,

Hyacinth, agate, and ametist - the symbols of great thrones.

Gemstones, standing in a row;

Stones, not flowers, they cannot grow;

Gemstones, gemstones, flying by,

Gemstones, gemstones, you're each special, why?

Ruby, ruby stone of fire, fiery spirit of its' never tire,

Colour of passion, colour of life,

Ruby will carry you through discord and strife,

Redder than blood on a killer's big knife,

Ruby, red stone, of spirits of fire!

Gemstones, standing in a row;

Stones, not flowers, they cannot grow;

Gemstones, gemstones, flying by,

Gemstones, gemstones, you're each special, aye!

Men's journey (in a metaphorical sense)

Once upon a time, humans lived not in whole world.

Once upon a time, people learned by spoken world.

Once upon a time, every person was content,

Not try to travel the globe, but live where his ancestors' lives were spent!

And why? Because of fear.

Of fear of shadows lurking far and near;

Of fear of being away from what the people fancied dear;

This, and more, and plus frustration - upon this grew FEAR!

And fear grew and grew and multiplied, until the people stared with wide eyes

They feared the monsters that under the beds,

And they feared recklessness that caused various bets;

And they took precautions, but to their surprise,

That frustrating fear grew before their eyes.

And so people decided enough!

They forged swords and helmets, they decided - play rough!

As for those who cried: "This is not we hold dear!"

They were killed from the ANGER, the anger and fear!

Aye, anger had come, settling in the men's hearts;

The anger of fear, of foreign parts;

The anger grew - men lashed forth more than before,

And beyond went on luring them right through the door.

And men went - swords in hands, helms on heads;

Forsook stood the houses, cold were the beds;

And men just went-on, lashing out with spears,

They burned and they pillaged, from anger and fear.

Men sought to slay where they thought fear hid;

Anger and fear made them do what they did:

They sought to slay phantoms - but they just slayed each other;

Yes, each other's father, and sister, and mother.

And yet fear stayed - now anger did too.

But at last men wised-up, they at last received clue.

The clue said: "If you die, will the fear expire,

But not before you all sink into bloody mire."

And this wised-up the men, at last they started talking:

And somebody just said: "why have we started squeaking?

And killing and fighting - did fear vanish?

No, it stayed, it was HOPE we banished!

And hope is good - it's the moon in the night;

And hope is good - can banish the fright;

Yea, hope is good - it forbids us to quit:

So let's follow hope out of this stinking put!"

So men followed hope from the fearful pit;

Now some did slip-up: so they sunk into sh*t;

But the rest did preserve, and the rest didn't slip;

'Twas a different group that flopped over pit's lip.

Those men had no love of both helmets and sword;

They used not their fists; instead they chosen words.

True the words too can hurt, much worse than a silk glove;

But they wanted not hurt: they discovered LOVE.

And love is both family and your friends;

Now love is true means to be reaching your ends;

Now love is the power of birth, nothing less.

You need love if you need a young union to bless.

And thus the sun rose over green, growing world;

No more was the helmet; into rust crumbled sword;

But the day when it comes from the present is far:

Right now, the anger's pit lies with its' mouth ajar.