Temple Beside The Dark Water 03. 01. 04

Алексей Сарычев Лирика
    Chronology Of A Dead-born Romance
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     ...Когда сознание в полной темноте скользит над бездной, рано или поздно оно туда провалится, если только где-нибудь вдали не загорится огонь. Пусть даже этот огонь будет факелом у монастырских врат...

         Temple Beside The Dark Water

"...My tale is of the most bitter truth
Time pays us but with earth and dust
And the dark silent grave..."
                Tuomas Holopainen

Life is a spiral, the winding disaster
We can endure it but hardly can mend
Grievance, solicitude, heart-ache and fluster
Enervate us on the road to the end

What is the faith? The superfluous cumber?
We stir the vanity burying the hope
Is this our way or the terrible slumber
Spreading the tangible blackness to grope?

As the demonic flocks fly - grim and savage
Their nasty nature is making me sick
I watched enough the distress and the ravage
And now my land is deserted and bleak

Nothing's ahead but the timeless declension
My thorny path's not the way to escape
I'm but the priest of the frozen dimension
Spelling the vapour and wearing the crape

I heard the prophecy of the winged sibyl:
"Love of your girl shall return to your soul"
Is not it so? No. Her feelings are feeble
They can upset me but cannot console

And she, my angel, my sweet little stranger
Will I forget the ice tears in her eyes?
My cheerless days have no beauty nor grandeur
But I still witness the crimson moon's rise

Stars form above into some hellish token
But yet its inwardness can't be revealed
I recognize that the dreams are unbroken
Only till they all remain unfulfilled

My silence weeps as the shadows embower
This world to chill it and shroud by the frost
I sleep and see the dark stream and the tower
Over the fane on the murk stony coast

Be real, my crazy evasive illusions
Shelter my mind with its crest-fallen state
Keep in your depths my forlorn soul's effusions
And lead my steps to the torch by the gate

Somewhere behind my last followers totter
They have no point and no strengths to ride on
I'll reach the temple beside the dark water
But I will stay there forever alone