Kladovest - Shore Of Ancient Moons

A prophecy was, beheld in the nightmare Upon frozen shore, and the nightsky so strange In calm laid the waters so cold Refracting the stars… May I chain them in ice?… Not of earthly world, was this distant domain Could I breathe?… Could I reach the horizon? Those hills, and three dying moons on the rise Follow two glacial stars burning far… Silence behind, rotten soil it breathe Creeping in thoughts by clawed fingers Chasing by ghosts of oblivion Touching by smell of poisoned mould Urged by pestilent shadows of them Where could I find the crossing passage Gazing into unseen constellations Reading day of my death from the grave?