The Triumph Of Doom 06. 09. 04

     Стихотворение написано после теракта в Беслане в сентябре 2004 г. Эпиграф на русском добавлен чуть позже.   
      ...Сколько лет прошло, а до сих пор страшно...

      ...Я устал от бесцельных скитаний
Я устал убивать боль и страх
Смысла нет ни во мраке страданий
Ни в чужих ослепительных снах
И стихи, порожденные горем
Чрез года никому не слышны
Мне остался лишь ветер над морем
Да звенящая дрожь тишины...

                The Triumph Of Doom
 - Monody written on the day of national mourning -

The hate of the sworn foe has struck down my people
They've fought with the fiendish pestiferous horde
And fell. 'Cause their "mighty" defense proved a cripple
Whose hand was too weakened to raise a steel sword

The victims who could not resist the assaulter
Have perished and most of them really too soon...
...Just several red candles weep on the altar
And in a bleak night flies the funeral tune...

I am in great pain stand alone o'er the offing
As I did before many times in my life
It seems like I hear the soil pour on the coffin
Where rest my majestic dreams wasted in strife

I cannot give in to the enemy's slaughter
My sacred land's bleeding but I'm still its priest
Though I see the sinister signs on the water,
The future's still vague and concealed by the mist

I said there's no sense, said my age is completed
God! Can I deny it when death comes so close?
The years in a lonesome existence have fleeted
And brought but the gloom of the skies lachrymose

I hearken the rain and bemoan the departed
Their spirits pass by the obscure sceneries
Man! We lose the war that our ancestors started
And can't keep our sons from the dreadful decease

Around me the nature despairingly cowers
With fright while the cold waves beneath roar and spume
And hailing the reign of the hell's dismal powers
The black shadows dance in a triumph of doom

...For Truth was my only and infinite yearning
But now o'er the earth sounds the Lucifer's laugh
I'm leaving these parts for the kingdom of mourning
And let the north wind read my last epitaph