Trails On The Ashes 23. 08. 05

     Стихотворение, основными составляющими которого являются горькая печаль и полное отсутствие надежды. Смертельная усталость и покрытая прахом дорога в никуда. Отлетающие в Небытие годы и ледяная пустошь с унылыми надгробиями. No love. No life. No future. No morning.

I'm raising the burning torch over my head
And sending its fume to the halls of the dead
This fateful night marks one more date on my way
And I call the phantoms to stand in array

Our sacrosanct paths now are covered with mud
The shattered earth soaked up the blood tears of God
And all that still tries to appeal from the past
Is out of control like a ship with no mast

The visions, the images haunting my mind
Appear with the sadness to which we're confined
The shapes of calamity soar in the haze
And though none is clean, ne'er a picture's to chase

My dark desolation... it's dragging me down
I'm tired to describe the drear streets of my town
I'm tired to recount the sad story of mine
Where dolour and misery crown every line

The winds of time reckon the years of opaque
And take me to reach the lugubrious lake
My oath is unbroken but there is no sense
To keep up the cult when its rites have gone hence

So, where is the refuge of silence and peace
Where youth flies with laughter amongst the old trees?
I see just the gray cheerless coast in the brume
The trails on the ashes, the clouds and the gloom

The shades and the vaults are the guides on my road
And hardly it leads to the holy abode
My love was too real to survive in this world
That's why I interred her amidst the bleak wold

This night lets the source of doom spurt once again
And its waters poison me worse than the bane
I cannot be painless. I cannot be naive
Because my tomorrow is black as the grave