It was the night, the lonely fade
I brought the light to wipe the shade
I have the pair of snow-white wings
And shining halo – sacred thing.
I am the angel, Lord’s envoy!
Thou knowest why I came:
I am thy guard, you may rejoice
And feel the everlasting fame!
The righteous man you are, my friend.
The spawn of Hell – unholy fiend –
Is coveting to cruelly burn thy land,
And bring you into Hall of Sorrowful Sing…
But burning sword of mine
And Light ineffable, divine
Will guide us to the victory,
Under the auspices of Destiny!
I’m spreading wings and – single flap…
Then flush a bit and silent flight…
I smell the filth! Avoid the trap…
And swooping fall; and fierce fight!
And till the dawn the fiend is slayed;
And sacred Chant is sang for King
And holy Light appears to shade
This realm from glory of the Being…
Angel
© Copyright: Алексей Фрадкин, 2010
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