The Fall Of Sanctorum 01. 06. 05

     Продолжение темы. Падение святыни можно рассматривать как духовную деградацию всего человечества.

The spirit of living has finally gone
The decade is ending. It no more seems long
My feelings... They all but the anguish have died
And I just appeal to the darkness inside
They merge in one sorrowful word Einsamkeit
Now even the summertide sends no relief
And my path breaks off at the edge of the cliff
No portents of Heaven nor hope in the blue
I stand here alone. I know nothing was true
Upon the bald mountain's top - silent and bleak
I sense but the cold and the mortal fatigue
The fall of sanctorum... I watch my land die
Its boundless distress is what I can't deny
The shores are invaded, the fields are defiled
And Shangri La's turned to the desperate wild
The sun of my youth's set an aeon ago
But yet I could "follow the steps in the snow"
I kept in my memories everything bright
My bosom was full but with no dismal spite
The present of mine is the void ashen ground
Its dreams are azoic, its thoughts are unsound
And nowhere in time for my soul to levant
I barely can grieve, hate, regret and repent...
The pines and the firs sway beneath the drear stars
The pale crescent lights up the reefs and the scars
But never again I'll go my cryptic lane
Because the saint guards have deserted my fane
My past is beclouded and this is the price
To pay for the being as Fate breaks the ties
The ghosts of my childhood appear on the holm
And I do not wonder - there still is their home
My cheerless existence had too little good
DOOM showed me the pain and the bloodcurdling feud
Today I don't care am I righteous or not
The Privacy stays my eternal resort