The Autumn Of Centuries

Алексей Сарычев Лирика
Silence descends to prevail by my side
Coldness sets in leaving no place to hide
One more frail image is fading tonight
And the great Nothingness thirsts to requite
Chained for so long in the Devil's domain
It was absorbing the pestilent bane
Now when the autumn rain's ready to pour
Its forces open the morbid death's maw
Too bad... and I guess, the spirits were right
My years get shorter without any light
Even the passed youth is losing its charm
And just the ice rests upon the fate's palm
Really a thousand words does not mean much
When the dream has no support and no crutch
And thus of all the clear senses devoid
My desolated world flies through the void

And o'er the cemetery where the truth lies
I see the dead with their glowering eyes
Swaying the mist that surrounds and consumes
Some dumpy whisperings sound midst the tombs
Buried and left out of Heaven's concern
There are the ruined souls long to return
But those, who once made the lethal mistake,
Never uprise, never breath, never wake...
What is my way but the woe 'tween the lines?
I am a minstrel whose essence repines
But from the gloom I don't want to recall
My torment's origins in the First Fall
We lived our other lives - painful and keen
Growing the horrible nightmare within
This time the hope is the past's feeble whiff
And my path leads to the black realm of grief

My shadow sliding along the steep shore
Joins the smooth lake's surface twinkling no more
This bleak September's eternal indeed
It fills my music and bleeds for my creed
Solace my sorrow, perpetual eve,
Show me a wisdom my mind could conceive
Wind, let me hover above the vast dell
And pray to God for the land where I dwell
Cover the tragical end, ease the smart
Veil by the yellow leaves my tearful art
No one's unwept but the mourning's uncaused
And its dim phantoms dance high in the frost
I watched the centuries raced far behind
They sent the dread and the hate to mankind
Well, here's my ground, SHE will never betray
But still my lyre stays sable and gray
       And the azoic sun withers away