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Berserk ~Elegies~
~Volume 1~
~The Black Swordsman~
One’s fate is monstrous, brings forth dusk.
The sun will never rise.
The hell, which sinks from skylit tusk,
Leads to the Lunar Eyes.
The pitch-black wing of outcast man
Gowns night in bloodlust fight.
The iron hunk, clad in red tan,
Is wielded by this knight.
The blooddropps fall from neck of his,
One desperation’d eye
It stares from darkness – broken piece,
From him there comes no sigh.
A grimsome fate crushed him so dead,
But he withstood the fall.
Now, full of vengeance and hatred,
Echoes the warcried call!
From wicked steel the soul it speaks
Throughout the depths of hell…
Yon demons stab at him in rage –
But they cry blood as well!
~Volume 2~
~The Age of Darkness~
Do these creations lead our fate?
I don’t believe they do.
So full of pride, so full of hate,
In chaosless ado.
The bleeding fields of massacre –
Unripen’d be the seed…
In endless lust and wiseacre –
Who’ll ever stop this greed?
He who kills time that will kill fate –
Predict the destiny…
The Godhand Five, the Five God Hands –
The utmost felony!
Those hordes of adepts for their bliss
Contain all sorts of men,
In laze for work, in lusty miss –
Worshipped they are again,
The Demons grand, the Angels dark,
Which capture all in claws.
The men depressed, the men so sad,
Are tortured by torn rose.
~Volume 3~
~Postmortem Prelude for Wonderful Days~
The person sane – nobody knows…
Who is that person sane?
In this world’s void the demon claws
Rip mind through heavy mane.
Reality – a shattered glass,
X and Y turn to zero.
Dimensions slip and hell, alas,
Is here and there’s no hero.
Whence did the darkened story start?
What starving mind remembers
Is tree with bodies torn apart
And hanged in young Novembers…
Then – greenfled eyes of creeping throe
Through kind hands of stepfather’s…
The jealousy turned him to foe.
Dead soul, like many others.
When soul is raped, there is a cleft
Inside the sight of youngling…
The mortal faith and sudden theft
Of soul – and he is stumbling…
~Volume 4~
~The Auld Lang Syne~
The time when all the wars began…
When fighting was no burden…
Sword in his hands, the struggling man
Cut fears in halves – they shortened…
The crash of armor, clash of swords,
And crackling of the bucklers…
The bandit axe clad in black words…
The silver greaves and knucklers…
The battle went on in the wilds,
Where blurred and echoed voices
Turned harsher; fierce, lost all the milds –
And screamed the metal noises…
The Hawk did meet the Iron Wolf,
The Hawk turned out to tame him…
The Hawk did crack the wolfish tooth,
The Hawk took deeply to him…
The way of Fate – unchanging wheel
Of carmic taint of gladness…
The band of Hawk, the Reaper’s steel
Drowns in the pot of sadness…
~Volume 5~
~Beheritto~
They struggle battles but win wars –
And swordsteel moans so sweet…
Outrageous deeds unlock all doors –
Upon them fate doth spit…
Oh proud hawk! Their blood it turns
Into your amulet!
Ambitions rise, and soul it burns
Inside the Beherit.
Lone martyrs, though together, you
Bear burdens nigh so brave.
Your troops are mighty and not few –
Foes yours you send to grave.
A lonesome merc with slayer-blade
Wears horns and brings decay…
But tough your skill; through mighty raid
That steel yours will obey.
The lone swordmaster slays like hell
And shows his demon self.
He’s eveing thing that’s called Eclipse –
And flees he like an elf! 8-D*
_________________________________________________
*(dedicated to the crazy theory of Zodd’s being an elf and all of its adepts:)
~Volume 6~
~Greed and Together Loneliness~
Where envy hides its crooked back
There’s jealousy as well.
Where stabbing shiver finds a lack,
It cuts knife through the shell.
Who craves for hungry lust of awe
Will get his neckline pierced.
He who sneaks, slowly pass’d through law
Shall become truly fierce.
He with green eyes will die in pain;
He in cold blood will rule;
She clad in gowns and gold – the same;
She in armours’ll be fooled.
Through swings of swords two hawks will ride,
The cliff will get them fall.
Still they’ll survive and stay alive
In spite of woe and all.
As animals they’ll hide themselves
Inside the womb of cave.
The rain will gather clouds as well
As girl when gathers knaves…
~Volume 7~
~The Truth and the Sparks~
What do we know of shining Hawk?
What secrets does he hide?
What stains upon his soul of oak
Do gnash his bones? Like tide
It purifies his livid look,
It cleanses suffering soul,
His blood, his body; in a nook
Of silence, two his dolls.
And after arrow strikes the nest,
They come to fight the foe
Of divine harlotry of Blest –
Steel’s asking them to lo!
One hundred bodies and some more
Fall broken on the ground;
They own it: steel bites to the core –
Soon nobody’s around.
And after wounds of pang are healed
The steel strikes on and on.
No mercy now! No blade is sealed!
Come cut them all like lawn!
~Volume 8~
~The Meeting and the Parting~
The noble birth itself is none.
What matters is inside.
And if it’s rotten, dead and gone –
Where does it go, your pride?
Be stricken dead and let alone
With shades of land of graves.
You will not be heard though you moan,
Ending your life in raves.
The war is won on battleplains;
Inside – the treachery,
It lingers, it froze blood in veins
And slaughtered chivalry.
Then Hawk’s keen wit crawls out a snake,
It bites through armours thick!
The tower burns, engulfed; it shakes…
The deadly flames THEM lick.
And suddenly the swordsman leaves
Tracing his path to sun;
The lorn love, friendship… Oh, they grieve…
But, anyway, he’s gone.
~Volume 9~
~Winter Crestfall in Midland~
Pain! Suffer! Throe! Doom! Night! Sunrise…
It grieves him to the core…
The Hawk so lorn: his empty eyes
Hold not just fear but more.
His soul is empty void of time.
The whitest hair of rime
Is in disorder; tolls the chime…
No longer he’s sublime…
He’s sunken in despair of life,
Mistake of his is crime.
His spirit’s broken, cut with knife.
Perpetual the time.
Meanwhile the swordsman soldier’s boots
Pace lands all through and by.
Alone again, he slashes brutes –
But inside he’s still shy.
Then when he finds a blacksmith man,
A friendly kind of grump,
Strange news come cross the ears of dan –
“Hawk’s band is being thump’d!!!”
~Volume 10~
~Hawk’s Tongue~
Asunder times are now in past…
The braveman finds the band.
Thus he finds their swords in rust
Which is the hourglass sand.
His feelings bloom, same time they bleed.
Inarms he love too sad.
Hunger to fight is hard to feed;
The past that passed is dead.
The figure locked in tower high,
The figure struggling, bleeding,
The shadows oh they close his eyes,
The Kindred of his Heeding…
The Egg of King it disappeared
Without a trace to find
And eye of martyr’s shed bloodtears
While at bones his came grind…
And feels he the Band’s come to save
Him from this hideous torture.
Is his dream lost and gone to grave?
What other dream to nurture?
~Volume 11~
~The Dogbrawl~
Enjoyment and excitement, dogs!
In yearn of amuck bleeding
You burn, kill dead and tear apart –
The satan dog is leading.
Crush, crack and gnash the human souls,
Rape children and hail madness!
Destroy! Impale! Torment! Inhale
The blood of slaughtered gladness…
No sun to shine through dark you spread,
No blade to stop your shredding…
But IRON HUNK that pierces red
Bewitnesses death wedding!
But hearken! You are not just beast!
You are a freaking monster!
Perverted dog of bloody mist,
The thing that’s called “apostle”.
You will stop chaosing, you fiend,
The Destiny wants Falcon
To ride the pitch-black wicked wind,
To spread wings over welkin…
~Volume 12~
~The Darksun~
The sun it dies; the storm of death
Descends upon the land.
The dark tornado spins in wrath
Embracing Falcon’s Band.
The sky turns ground; the ground turns sky –
The five dimensions mix
In deadly cauldron’s whirlwind’s eye –
Ear’s pierced with screams and shrieks.
The river’s juiced with blood of Hawks,
Their leader’s in despair.
“Does my dream end all here and now?
Why does it have to dare?”
Now he heard voices; now he tried
To end his useless life
And yon came Kindred; yon came strife –
Wood doesn’t cut like knife.
The sun it died; the storm of death
Is ready now to strike.
The dark tornado tower’s high,
The end of time is nigh.
~Volume 13~
~The God of Longing~
Spread fingers into what’s skywards,
Cast shadows upon world;
Such evil might is Karmic Lords.
If they have blood, ‘tis cold.
Spread fingers deep into your dream,
You dream inside your dream.
Yon dreamer’s dream is dark and grim.
In ends and odds, your scheme;
But history another turn
Will grab with claw of yours:
Let former comrades bleed and burn.
Forget all the remorse.
You want the Castle to be yours,
You newborn King of Nexus.
So now inside your chest the force –
Thy God, thy Aim, thy Lexus.
Baptized by blood of comrades old,
You throw out Devil’s Dice.
True friend’s pain you see in blood cold:
“This now I sacrifice”
CREDITS
All the art gathered belongs to Andrew Sazonov, aka Ace Sephiroth, aka Orochi-chan,
who, in deep gratitude to Kentarou Miura and Susumu Hirasawa did create works as such.
Anou, isn't it too much? Please be sure to respond!
I've just finished a project of mine, so now I can share it with you, Dears) I'm playing Gackt all day)
Enjoy)
Berserk ~Elegies~
~Volume 1~
~The Black Swordsman~
One’s fate is monstrous, brings forth dusk.
The sun will never rise.
The hell, which sinks from skylit tusk,
Leads to the Lunar Eyes.
The pitch-black wing of outcast man
Gowns night in bloodlust fight.
The iron hunk, clad in red tan,
Is wielded by this knight.
The blooddropps fall from neck of his,
One desperation’d eye
It stares from darkness – broken piece,
From him there comes no sigh.
A grimsome fate crushed him so dead,
But he withstood the fall.
Now, full of vengeance and hatred,
Echoes the warcried call!
From wicked steel the soul it speaks
Throughout the depths of hell…
Yon demons stab at him in rage –
But they cry blood as well!
~Volume 2~
~The Age of Darkness~
Do these creations lead our fate?
I don’t believe they do.
So full of pride, so full of hate,
In chaosless ado.
The bleeding fields of massacre –
Unripen’d be the seed…
In endless lust and wiseacre –
Who’ll ever stop this greed?
He who kills time that will kill fate –
Predict the destiny…
The Godhand Five, the Five God Hands –
The utmost felony!
Those hordes of adepts for their bliss
Contain all sorts of men,
In laze for work, in lusty miss –
Worshipped they are again,
The Demons grand, the Angels dark,
Which capture all in claws.
The men depressed, the men so sad,
Are tortured by torn rose.
~Volume 3~
~Postmortem Prelude for Wonderful Days~
The person sane – nobody knows…
Who is that person sane?
In this world’s void the demon claws
Rip mind through heavy mane.
Reality – a shattered glass,
X and Y turn to zero.
Dimensions slip and hell, alas,
Is here and there’s no hero.
Whence did the darkened story start?
What starving mind remembers
Is tree with bodies torn apart
And hanged in young Novembers…
Then – greenfled eyes of creeping throe
Through kind hands of stepfather’s…
The jealousy turned him to foe.
Dead soul, like many others.
When soul is raped, there is a cleft
Inside the sight of youngling…
The mortal faith and sudden theft
Of soul – and he is stumbling…
~Volume 4~
~The Auld Lang Syne~
The time when all the wars began…
When fighting was no burden…
Sword in his hands, the struggling man
Cut fears in halves – they shortened…
The crash of armor, clash of swords,
And crackling of the bucklers…
The bandit axe clad in black words…
The silver greaves and knucklers…
The battle went on in the wilds,
Where blurred and echoed voices
Turned harsher; fierce, lost all the milds –
And screamed the metal noises…
The Hawk did meet the Iron Wolf,
The Hawk turned out to tame him…
The Hawk did crack the wolfish tooth,
The Hawk took deeply to him…
The way of Fate – unchanging wheel
Of carmic taint of gladness…
The band of Hawk, the Reaper’s steel
Drowns in the pot of sadness…
~Volume 5~
~Beheritto~
They struggle battles but win wars –
And swordsteel moans so sweet…
Outrageous deeds unlock all doors –
Upon them fate doth spit…
Oh proud hawk! Their blood it turns
Into your amulet!
Ambitions rise, and soul it burns
Inside the Beherit.
Lone martyrs, though together, you
Bear burdens nigh so brave.
Your troops are mighty and not few –
Foes yours you send to grave.
A lonesome merc with slayer-blade
Wears horns and brings decay…
But tough your skill; through mighty raid
That steel yours will obey.
The lone swordmaster slays like hell
And shows his demon self.
He’s eveing thing that’s called Eclipse –
And flees he like an elf! 8-D*
_________________________________________________
*(dedicated to the crazy theory of Zodd’s being an elf and all of its adepts:)
~Volume 6~
~Greed and Together Loneliness~
Where envy hides its crooked back
There’s jealousy as well.
Where stabbing shiver finds a lack,
It cuts knife through the shell.
Who craves for hungry lust of awe
Will get his neckline pierced.
He who sneaks, slowly pass’d through law
Shall become truly fierce.
He with green eyes will die in pain;
He in cold blood will rule;
She clad in gowns and gold – the same;
She in armours’ll be fooled.
Through swings of swords two hawks will ride,
The cliff will get them fall.
Still they’ll survive and stay alive
In spite of woe and all.
As animals they’ll hide themselves
Inside the womb of cave.
The rain will gather clouds as well
As girl when gathers knaves…
~Volume 7~
~The Truth and the Sparks~
What do we know of shining Hawk?
What secrets does he hide?
What stains upon his soul of oak
Do gnash his bones? Like tide
It purifies his livid look,
It cleanses suffering soul,
His blood, his body; in a nook
Of silence, two his dolls.
And after arrow strikes the nest,
They come to fight the foe
Of divine harlotry of Blest –
Steel’s asking them to lo!
One hundred bodies and some more
Fall broken on the ground;
They own it: steel bites to the core –
Soon nobody’s around.
And after wounds of pang are healed
The steel strikes on and on.
No mercy now! No blade is sealed!
Come cut them all like lawn!
~Volume 8~
~The Meeting and the Parting~
The noble birth itself is none.
What matters is inside.
And if it’s rotten, dead and gone –
Where does it go, your pride?
Be stricken dead and let alone
With shades of land of graves.
You will not be heard though you moan,
Ending your life in raves.
The war is won on battleplains;
Inside – the treachery,
It lingers, it froze blood in veins
And slaughtered chivalry.
Then Hawk’s keen wit crawls out a snake,
It bites through armours thick!
The tower burns, engulfed; it shakes…
The deadly flames THEM lick.
And suddenly the swordsman leaves
Tracing his path to sun;
The lorn love, friendship… Oh, they grieve…
But, anyway, he’s gone.
~Volume 9~
~Winter Crestfall in Midland~
Pain! Suffer! Throe! Doom! Night! Sunrise…
It grieves him to the core…
The Hawk so lorn: his empty eyes
Hold not just fear but more.
His soul is empty void of time.
The whitest hair of rime
Is in disorder; tolls the chime…
No longer he’s sublime…
He’s sunken in despair of life,
Mistake of his is crime.
His spirit’s broken, cut with knife.
Perpetual the time.
Meanwhile the swordsman soldier’s boots
Pace lands all through and by.
Alone again, he slashes brutes –
But inside he’s still shy.
Then when he finds a blacksmith man,
A friendly kind of grump,
Strange news come cross the ears of dan –
“Hawk’s band is being thump’d!!!”
~Volume 10~
~Hawk’s Tongue~
Asunder times are now in past…
The braveman finds the band.
Thus he finds their swords in rust
Which is the hourglass sand.
His feelings bloom, same time they bleed.
Inarms he love too sad.
Hunger to fight is hard to feed;
The past that passed is dead.
The figure locked in tower high,
The figure struggling, bleeding,
The shadows oh they close his eyes,
The Kindred of his Heeding…
The Egg of King it disappeared
Without a trace to find
And eye of martyr’s shed bloodtears
While at bones his came grind…
And feels he the Band’s come to save
Him from this hideous torture.
Is his dream lost and gone to grave?
What other dream to nurture?
~Volume 11~
~The Dogbrawl~
Enjoyment and excitement, dogs!
In yearn of amuck bleeding
You burn, kill dead and tear apart –
The satan dog is leading.
Crush, crack and gnash the human souls,
Rape children and hail madness!
Destroy! Impale! Torment! Inhale
The blood of slaughtered gladness…
No sun to shine through dark you spread,
No blade to stop your shredding…
But IRON HUNK that pierces red
Bewitnesses death wedding!
But hearken! You are not just beast!
You are a freaking monster!
Perverted dog of bloody mist,
The thing that’s called “apostle”.
You will stop chaosing, you fiend,
The Destiny wants Falcon
To ride the pitch-black wicked wind,
To spread wings over welkin…
~Volume 12~
~The Darksun~
The sun it dies; the storm of death
Descends upon the land.
The dark tornado spins in wrath
Embracing Falcon’s Band.
The sky turns ground; the ground turns sky –
The five dimensions mix
In deadly cauldron’s whirlwind’s eye –
Ear’s pierced with screams and shrieks.
The river’s juiced with blood of Hawks,
Their leader’s in despair.
“Does my dream end all here and now?
Why does it have to dare?”
Now he heard voices; now he tried
To end his useless life
And yon came Kindred; yon came strife –
Wood doesn’t cut like knife.
The sun it died; the storm of death
Is ready now to strike.
The dark tornado tower’s high,
The end of time is nigh.
~Volume 13~
~The God of Longing~
Spread fingers into what’s skywards,
Cast shadows upon world;
Such evil might is Karmic Lords.
If they have blood, ‘tis cold.
Spread fingers deep into your dream,
You dream inside your dream.
Yon dreamer’s dream is dark and grim.
In ends and odds, your scheme;
But history another turn
Will grab with claw of yours:
Let former comrades bleed and burn.
Forget all the remorse.
You want the Castle to be yours,
You newborn King of Nexus.
So now inside your chest the force –
Thy God, thy Aim, thy Lexus.
Baptized by blood of comrades old,
You throw out Devil’s Dice.
True friend’s pain you see in blood cold:
“This now I sacrifice”
CREDITS
All the art gathered belongs to Andrew Sazonov, aka Ace Sephiroth, aka Orochi-chan,
who, in deep gratitude to Kentarou Miura and Susumu Hirasawa did create works as such.
Anou, isn't it too much? Please be sure to respond!
