Bequest Of The Chronicler. Black Silence s Fall 07

    Вместе с уходом Хранителя одной харизматической инкарнацией стало меньше. Теперь вот и Летописец «из сердца замороженных трясин» решил свернуть свою миссию и двинуть в бой легион зомби. Стремление героя вырваться из оков тысячелетнего оцепенения и погрузить вселенную во мрак инспирировано классической идеей - "It's better to burn out than to fade away..."

Midst the marshes congealed by the ice wintry mist
Time stands still and Eternity rest in the cist
In the snow-covered wilderness out of this world
The alluring embraces of silence unfold

Here the shades of oblivion rush through the night
There's a graveland, the ancient progenitors' site
But their spirits are mute in the grim frozen deep
And the eyes of the woebegone heaven can't weep

Only one fleshless creature appears at this place
For his mission is heavy and hard are his ways
He, the Chronicler, keeping the Great Book Of Fate,
Knows the truth: Life divides us but Death shall equate

Contemplating the grace of the bottomless dark
He is sealing the annals of doom with his mark
After so many years his work comes to an end
'Cause the spire of existence completes its last bend

He's too old to mourn over the moribund earth
For the ages he watched the mad crowd's bloody mirth
No more kindness and pity! The sentence is signed
E'en a miracle already won't save mankind

But the Chronicler calls to the saints far above:
"Let me see -ere quietus- the ghost of my love
And before death enswathe my disconsolate brain
Rescue me from the mourning I cannot sustain

In the past I was strong through abused and annoyed
Now I have nothing real but the ambient void
Sinless dreams of my youth! Take me up and away
All I wish is to touch my sweet star's fading ray..."

No reply from the welkin, no vox in the cold
But the Chronicler's calm: "Sure, I can't be consoled
But the anger I had will remain after me
It will melt these grounds into the venomous sea

And when every vile essence will ruin itself,
Their infirm shallow souls will be my biggest wealth
With the names in my Book and the magical tools
I shall rule the fierce legions of zombies ang ghouls

Then their agony turned to the reverent awe
Shall envelop the space by the fire of war
'Twill engender the chaos no master could check
And the bright ecumenical light will turn black