============================================ «Lyric» ============================================ It's a dream again. It's a life again. But is it a life? Or it is a fantasy, A wish to turn desirable Into reality? But it seems to be cruel. There is no that wonderful Night which I admired So much, I only see thickening darkness, And gloom which Is approaching.
But what is it? It is coming after me To seize me forever, Because I'm not The first and By no means the last Who has believed In all this.
It has come, It orders me. For the first time in my life I have brought my thoughts Desires and dreams together And the voice of my Internal being, The voice of my soul, Outburst of emotions And thoughts has prayed for mercy and rest.
All my being resisted, Telling Him: I can't. I don't want. I won't. But nobody heard my entreaty, The voice of my soul Faded in to the night. In response there was Only a terrible Cold roar of the dark, silent, Ruthless night, The roar of the alien's mind: “You Must...!”
He can only rule There wasn't a sign of compassion, In him. It was a cold, callous and angry cry, Of that night that had inspired me once. Night that had taken me away To another world, Where I had to stay, But to stay as a slave, Where I would be forever on fire And damn this life, existence, this dream. ============================================ «By collection» ============================================ Ярослав ¦:::Lord::Arkey:::¦ Лесников ============================================