Deacon Frost Poetry

ER...von Jibril (2000)
Ich spüre er ist mir nah
Schemenhaft ist er hier
Er ist nur ein Schatten,
Doch ich weiß er ist da.....

Er kann auch schwach sein
Doch er zeigt es nie
Verwundbar durch das Morgenlicht
Unbesiegbar in der Nacht...

Einem Schatten gleich ist er hier
Er ist mir nah, so nah
Nur eine Berührung fern
So nah und doch so weit...

Seine dunkle Gestalt,
Erhellt durch das Mondlicht
Augen aus klarem Eis,
Sie durchdringen mich...

Ein sanfter Kuß, des Blutes Fluß
Dunkelheit umhüllt mich
Mein Lebenselixier, es ist sein
Er gibt mir Unsterblichkeit....

Ich bin Licht – er ist Dunkelheit
Gegensätzlich wie Tag und Nacht
Doch ohne Licht kann das Dunkle nicht sein....

HE...by Jibril (2000)
I know he´s near
Like a phantom, he´s here
He´s only a shadow
But I know he´s there

He can also be weak
However, he never show´s it
Vulnerable through the morninglight
Invincible in the night

He is here, like a shadow
He´s near to me, so close
Just a touch away
So near and still so far

A dark figure
lightend by the moonlight
Ice like clear Ice
they go through me

A gentle kiss, the flow of blood
Darkness surrounds me
My elixier of life, it´s his
He gives me immortality

I am light – he´s darkness
Opposite as day and night
However the dark can´t be without light

DARKNESS FALLS by Jibril (1995)
A black night draws away over the grey veil of the twilight
Wind hustles among the woods, like fearfull cries in the darkness
The cry of a hungry wulf. A prey he scents?
His howl pierces the limbs within the inmost. He recorded the track
Boughs cracking, sheets fissling, growl of the beast.
Hair standing in the back of the neck, breathing still, no noise
It cames nearer, you hear a screech.

An eagle gryates high in the air
He intersects gracefully the dismal sky
His cry died away in the swarthiness
Penetrating eyes finding a sacrifice
He thrusts down, rips it on
Carry it away, far away.

On the run, on and on, dont´t look back
His breath, noticeable near
Bare theeth, a hissing
A pawhack, pain´s comin´
Goes through the body pending to the mark

Suddenly the sun breaks through the clouds
Flews hoisted, fangs flashing
Helios warm up the nightcolded earth
Bloody scratches, no more noticeable
The dew on the leaves is fading away with the fist radiates
One bite, the red liquid of life oozed in the nape

The song of the birds goes through the eerie silence of the wood
Blood in the hair, in the hunters throat
The rustle of a runnal takes away the silence of the Fauna
He thirsts after it, refreshes at this fresh spring of blood
On the glacial blacking follows a new morning.

Alone I sit on the top of a hill
Thinking of how my unlife has been
Of the pain and the sorrow I've seen
In the eyes of my victims before they lay still.

Though a hunter in darkness I must be
The feelings of guilt always come back
When I sink my teeth in another man's neck
My conscience is the only light left in me.

All I want is to leave the shadows behind
And truly this time I will
For I no longer desire to kill
Thoughts of light are now on my mind.

I'm waiting for the sunrise today
On the lonely hill where I sit
And maybe, I'll catch a glimpse of it
Before the wind blows my ashes away.

The one with eyes of lucid ice
(an evil smirk that's twice as nice)
be prepared, your knowledge lack
the seductive lord of dark is back

When midnight comes he'll take his prey
though not within the light of day.
He hunts and feeds with hands of slight
and makes the kill, one deadly bite.

Weaknesses he does possess
but not ones which will much regress
Destructible in morning light
Invincible in death of night
Though pureblood not his powers still
are strong enough to suit his will

The blood of Blade
that turned the key
unlocking im-mortality
Now stronger than he was before
and twice as thirsty, time for more

Drink to that, now raise the chalice,
ode to Deacon's raging malice
Revenge soon comes, so bittersweet
He doesn't care to be discreet

On judgment night all will be lost
for mortal souls, at highest cost
Human kind will all be turned
I hope that isn't all you've learned

Old prophecies have all been tossed
All the boundaries, long been crossed

When restless devils take to flight,
then Frost will rule forever night.

The dark is snowing, children.
Come and look, you really should:
A snow of ash that Frost has cast.
From embers of deadwood...

The council’s getting older.
Yes in years, but more in heart
And friends, I’ve heard -
Though mums the word!
That someone’s getting smart.

A rebellion’s boiling over,
And the leader of the pack
Is cold as ice and twice as nice.
Though kindness he may lack

The Deacon’s thrown the gauntlet,
And the time is running out
Their lives to dear,
They’re touched by fear:
The old guard’s full of doubt

So where’ll you place your chips,
My dears?
With young blood or with old?
The prize is there (for those who care) And Deacon wants the gold

Come into these arms again
And lay your body down
Th' rhythm of this trembling heart
Is beating like a drum.
It beats for you, it bleeds for you
It knows not how it sounds.
For it is the drum of drums
It is the song of songs.

Once I had the rarest rose that
ever deigned to bloom.
Cruel winter chilled the balm,
And stole my flower too soon
O loneliness, O hopelessness
To search the ends of time,
For there is in all the world
No greater love than mine.

Let me be the only one
To keep you from the cold.
Now the floor of heav'n is laid,
Its stars of brightest glow.
They shine for you.
They shine for you.
They burn for all to see.
Come into these arms again
And set this spirit free.