The Lurid Grin Of Sunset 30. 05. 05

     ...Вот и настало время Хранителю уйти в отставку. И даже не потому, что хранить стало практически нечего, а потому, что его миссия потеряла всякий смысл. У тех, кто нынче населяет Immortal Ground, не осталось в принципе ничего святого. «...уж нету отечества, нету уж веры, и кровью отмечен нелегкий наш путь...»

              The Lurid Grin Of Sunset
                (Farewell to Keeper)

The black buzzard soars over the ridges
In the rays of the bright after-glow
While the nasty insane Devil's lieges
Praise the vileness and revel below

His eyes see the complete devastation
Of the sacred ground where I was born
The damnation of my dying nation
And the past that will never return

All the grace by the nature begotten
Mourns awaiting the final decline
The burnt pier floats broken and rotten
And no creature recalls the lang syne

By the gates of the withering fire
Stands the Keeper. He's old, tired and gray
E'en for him it's the time to retire
Though his torment yet none can allay

He looks up at the grin of the sunset
And his essence is turning to ice
Nothing more in this world will entrance it,
Nothing more will inspire or entice

Ten grim years he was my incarnation
And we suffered as long as we could
But today there's no way to salvation
'Cause the "human" ones don't heed the good

So, farewell, magic, passion and vehemence,
For my youth's joys rest deep in the tomb
Life is doomed by the reign of the demons
In the realm of the sinister brume

Let the buzzard soar over the landscape
And the earthly love still be a lie
We shall come to the last pious man's cape
And ascend to the flickering sky