Second To Sun Confessional Of The Black Penitent
Early morning, happens, I'm going out
To gently hug the birch tree
I'd want to ask the Sun
Why the f..ck I deserved this?
Why, The Sun, are you shining? We're in deepwoods
Have you nothing to say, speachless?
There is no single soul around me
Maybe you can tell me something?
Peer better in the ruins, deeper
Not by the good, look
So after all, people are inessential
You're indifferent for our grief
The Sun still shining and whists
The Sun can't hear the prayer's squeak
It only burns with light of vengeance
But we are heard well by The Darkness
O, the burden of time, I know
The Light has no end and edge
But through the channels of dried up rivers
One can see, everyone has own age
Yesterday - the river, tomorrow - the steppe
And a bit later - the forest deep
Trees will become a deadfall
And then again, and one more time
Oh, if only everyone could get
That deadfall is needed
That happiness can be different
But hell no, let The Sun shine
To be a good mother, father
Let in the child in father's home
Guard him from cold, here's light and warmth
But you should drive him away
Here's scream and howl, the fathers moans
Roar of the argue of thousand voices
The Sun shines madly
On the cryptic soul's rush
O, the burden of time, I know
The Light has no end and edge
But through the channels of dried up rivers
One can see, everyone has own age
Only when you feel the time's pain
Throwing out the treasure of light's gold
The skies will break the moon's bell
The Sun will set behind the hill
Winter day, or summer day
The only thing you want to see is shadow
Which hides the howling of the local village
The silent scream, noise, someone's cry
Only when you feel the time's pain
Throwing out the treasure of light's gold
The skies will break the moon's bell
The Sun will set behind the hill
Wake up, people - not always light is good
Not all the saint in it's existence
Not all the happiness in deity
But anyway, you'll never learn
