Vechnyi Obman-Solerrain

Blood falls from our wounds There’s no Holy Grail All of you will forget soon The eternal lies sung in our tales The fires and floods before now Have turned to dirt and ash The laments of our sorrow Are weak like calm sea’s splash You’ll never praise those perished Nor curse those left to live All signs of fear, now vanished, Are judged by disbelief The shadows jerk like dancing With sounds of vast blood flowing The way to life is only From ash and dust we’ve thrown it Blood falls from our wounds There’s no Holy Grail All of you will forget soon The eternal lies sung in our tales Blood falls from our wounds There’s no Holy Grail All of you will forget soon The eternal lies sung in our tales Black horizons flash devoured by the fire Unknown banners wave marking crossed frontiers Spilling blood from our open wounds Dreams of peace slain in Cain’s brotherhood