Sidereal Boulevard

The future is not ours.. to find.
And now, in the wilderness of fever,
Oh, tell me, that it wasn’t my foresight!..
I’m wavering and wanna be forever.

All windows of both Spaces are fusing, as the sweets,
As burning limit river – our avenue of World,
Beyond my inspiration the sullen symphony
And fear, that I yet was here before.
The extinct ways of action would not return salvation,
The Envoys of the Welkin are moving on&on,
Black domes of old Cathedral became the somber ashes,
The Glade and Bridge of Blacksmith they had already torn
The Tower of Remains fell down, as glasse’s wreckage,
The Pure Ponds – they made them a bloody rotten bog,
Spell Splinters instead manna, the rain is from the bullets,
The hail is from the bodies, the air is from smog.
In mixes of red bricks with fallen golden stars,
Behind the screams and sins from jaws of hungry land,
I’m running to the East through Sidereal Boulevard,
In every foe and open arm I hope to see your hand.
Until the Vault of Heaven fall to Earth,
Until they raze my everything to ground,
I’ll find in ruins my forgotten hope,
And after – let it “over and out”.

From frozen West to burning North
We’ll never ever dare to break wows,
We still alive in our pure hopes.
But.. Do u really wanna be forever now..?..