RIP #14 24 февраля 2001

Marazm - poems Werewolves'a

(C) Werewolves

              Sorrow of Satan

        When the light will break through the night
        And the universe burst into segments,
        Back into the darkness of evil drives the ban -
        In my curse no salvation ...
        No fiercely torment than the dawn,
        What to see life awakening.
        I sunbeam hurts ...
        The gods gave me only contempt.
        If only I could forget the sin,
        All the bustle of the Creator left.
        In worldly depravity istopitsya,
        From the heavy doom themselves to get rid -
        Then used my sin, my contempt,
        What is my life, folded into eternity
        In mercy give me deliverance,
        B restored my life and the prosperity ...
        But do not give me a grave sin to forget
        And enjoy idleness polite.
        In the vice acts I want to howl
        And life without death, stretches an abyss ...
        In worldly amusements no salvation,
        In a vicious sin no love ...
        In the strongest wines not found oblivion.
        And living my way on the blood ...
        On the sinful go! A vicious circle!
        Wretched world who wants to sell!
        I'm tired of waiting, that appears suddenly
        Soul sumeyuschaya from good to refuse ...
        So good, that selfishness per change,
        You will drive a bloody drive.
        Selling yourself - you are my poison.
        I will be your revenge for himself and his
                    immortal agony ...