Time of Hardness - Кипелов - Смутное время

Now time is running
Ghost of the Freedom mounted bones
Blood covers ground
And ground is like on morbid thoughts

People reclaim
As ancient gods fall
And people pray
Wait for Saver to come

Comets cross heaven
Stealing last hopes and breaking minds
Warriors of Haven
Burn dead upon grave bonfires

Warriors of Murk
World squeeze in last stand
And thousands of birds
Fall on ground like rain

We don’t know who we are:
Children of blood-red star,
Children of blackest one -
Or we’re condemned to fall?

Dance of Death strikes men with horror
But until our time is come
As whole life we shared was empty
Time of Hardness strikes us down

But we’re still on watching
Someone survives while other dies
Unwelcome approaching
Of darkness comes upon our minds

Flag’s falling down
Is it sign of total defeat?
«No way!» - we cry
Not now, until we still live

While time is running
Ghost of the Freedom mounted bones
Blood covers ground
And ground is like on morbid thoughts

People reclaim
As ancient gods fall
And people pray
Wait for Saver to come

03/05/2016