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The drops of rust raining down over the age of steel
Layers of dust burying the faded and motionless reels

A distorted view filled with the victims of the modern times
These endless roads, all to nowhere, only smoking ruins in sight

These men of stained soils, still roaming slowly ahead
In the crossroad of fear, dwelling in the heart of the brave

Years defiling the purity, erasing the blood-bonds
The wisdom of the few nearly vanished

Into the winds of false liberation
Fed to the mouths in perdition’s lair
Only fools for the gods they are
Disguised behind the cross

The tide's rising, collapsed mountains of ideals ahead
The arts of honourless martyrs the tongoues of nation's decay
Fleshless bearers of faded credence, scarred for the north.

From gallows to stained culture, to the piles of flesh in raging pyres
Onset for the future, the hives of useless shells in fire
The burial mounds of ash, the horns chime for the end.

There are no questions, no riddles or a marks from the gods
No saviour, no redemption for the cross-bearing hearts

There are no footmarks to follow
Only the gallows in sight

This flesh is weakened and strained

First sights of uprising…

Where are the gallows for these traitors
Where are the stones to cast against
Some share regrets, some still stand tall
No shame in their eyes, no glimpse of pride

Where are the children, to be hanged among them

The drops of rust raining down over the age of steel
Layers of dust burying the faded and motionless reels

A distorted view
Filled with the victims of the modern times
These endless roads, all to nowhere
Only smoking ruins in sight

XXXII

Чем ближе мой последний, смертный час,
Несчастий человеческих граница,
Тем легче, тем быстрее время мчится, -
Зачем же луч надежды не погас!

Внушаю мыслям: - Времени у нас

Through the mouth of a nation’s harlots
The traitors with endless lies falling behind
A distorted tongue, the origin of spiritual fall

A mouthful of poisoned ideals
All spat into face of these men
Still scarred for nothing, still bleeding in vein
Singing tunes for this dying age

Is this my native soil or a ground for an enemy
Something to live on or something to die for
Is this my destiny or the reason to live
Something to remember or simply forget

A traitor for some, a hero for others
A brother against another

Stained, scarred and restrained
Roaming towards the edge of existence
Failed, relented and enslaved
At the edge of their faith

In the verge of men turning into slaves

Behold the mouth of oblivion

Abandoned fields at the core of the hope
That once carried the weight of the fallen
Life’s rotten tree with the last poisoned fruits
Still tempting the weakest men

The well of mankind is the womb of the earth
Bleeding the poisoned blood from the soil
Yet the roots of greed are dwelling within