The Black Star s Infernal Rising

Time runs on out of any compassion
Where the ghosts of grief whirl in the cold
And the suicide is in the fashion
The unborn souls are already sold

Incarnating the dreadful misgiving
The grim punishment waits to descend
All the holiest keepers are leaving
When the haze grows above the blessed land

The wan shades of my sulky creation
Sailing under the last sunset's beams
From the space of the vain contemplation
Bring the nauseous nightmares and dreams

No more reverent ones left around
Evil made them its servants and slaves
Truth's eternally staying not found
Love and Good rest in their deepest graves

With the filth which they were idolizing
Mankind's gone into nowhere too far
Soon they'll face the fast merciless rising
Of the black diabolical star

You may say that it is a dissemblance
'Cause the life is still peaceful and plain
But for me future's just the remembrance
Fixed in my supersensitive brain

So, wake up, dozy, sleeping and dormant,
Your delusion of calm is a lie
WAY is done from the mirth to the torment
And the wind of death blows in the sky

Judgement Day was the terrible fable
Not for your always dully-blithe mood
To believe your blank hearts were unable
And the Christ's calls no one understood

But the Doom's dawning - solemn and dire
On the tomb fades the blood-scarlet rose
The pale faces look up at the fire
Numb and stark with the eyes lachrymose...

The damnation will take out your pleasure
Faith's departed; its bridges are burnt
And the mourning of God is unmeasured
Were His lessons too hard to be learned?