The Wind Of Abyss 03. 04. 05

Эпиграф:    "В душе моей - пустынная пустыня
Так что стоите над пустой моей душой?
Обрывки песен там и паутина
А остальное всё она взяла с собой..."
                В.С. Высоцкий
       
                The Wind Of Abyss

The ashground* surrounds me... no one hears my call
And now Desolation prevails overall
The whisper of time and the gulf of despair...
No hope in my seared soul nor shelter elsewhere
The tears fill my eyes at the night's final rite
They strangle my brain though it longs for the flight
The black abyss greedily stares into me
And I think, there'll be no more chance to break free

I stand on the edge and invoke the cold winds
The shades dance above like the devilish fiends
And when in the sky swoons the winter's last sigh,
Some strange fading visions are passing me by
A man with the sword and a boy with a fife...
Who're they in this meaningless desperate life?
And I? Who am I with no friends and no heirs?
My future is dark same as all the passed years...

The hostile breed's come to demolish my land
Alone I can't get them, can't kill them, can't bend
The holiest ghosts have abandoned my place
They left me to watch this and mourn in disgrace
I'm lighting the fire beneath the old pine
Expecting no miracles nor heaven's sign
Too many sad verses were written in vain
Today are they only the tombs of my pain?

And everything good I sealed deep in my hearts
Was dawning on these shores, it's bound to these parts
My love... where is she? She's a phantom? A shape?
A voice in my dreams and a name on my crape?
No. Really my silent grief never will cease
The mirth shan't assuage it; the drugs won't appease
And what is the torment? Still none can die twice
That's why I'm no longer afraid of demise

     *Ashground - (авторск.) пепелище