The I. Lander s Vision 09. 09. 04

      После «Торжества Безысходности» (The Triumph of Doom 06.09.04.) разуму требовался хотя бы крошечный луч света в непроницаемом мраке, хотя бы грамм патриотизма после бесланской трагедии. Так и появилось это стихотворение.

The white vapour flies over the river
To the bounds of the great ancient lake
And the rays of the northern stars shiver
Vainly trying to break the opaque

Twenty years my unchanged desolation
Keeps me wander alone these steep shores
And tonight the sad fate of my nation
Is what my deeply hurt heart deplores

Though our soldiers and guards don't surrender,
Something evil devours our might
And from here as the lonesome bystander
I see Darkness but not the bright light

The tomorrow will bring the new murders,
New despair for the joy of our foes
We are destined to lose our upholders
And exist by the cruel wolfish laws

But one day we will say: "No more failure!
The distress left no tears in our eyes
Stand and fight!" Then our wrath and our valour
Will demolish the blank wall of lies

From this coast I shall face the vermilion
Battleskies ere my scorched soul break free
And above the blessed land the carillon
Will declare our complete victory