1. |
Prologue: September
06:00
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September... Soaring winds (and hulking clouds)
Like grey-haired travelers, the storms return
To take some rest
On these vast plains
Before they're moving on.
September... A kaleidoscope of days
Filled with unanswered and unanswerable questions,
With every coming day they're numbered on, and
Far beyond all comprehension.
September! Prophecies unheeded go -
But why and how have we gone that far?
And what resentment is growing now,
Spreadin’ out its vines within our hearts?
What shall I do when they are coming here? -
The monsters from the fairy tales we used to scare
Our children with
- become too real
And self-styled slaves decry the freedom as a myth
And self-styled martyrs worship Anguish, Woe and Fear;
As hypocrites keep juggling truths and lies
There comes the voice out from nowhere, which cries:
Is this September of our time?
Is it the twilight of our history?
Will we be able to keep the daemons from breaking free?
I've never thought I'd ever live to see
How that putrid undercurrent permeates us all,
Transforming human-beings into the craving beasts,
And I cannot be sure I'm not among their lot.
September... Soaring winds (and hulking clouds)
And cooler air and colder rains throughout.
And where one man holds back his thrashing wrath
The crowd will reap the crops that they had sowed.
Still, when the tribulations are on low tide
With waning hope I look up to the skies - and dream
That with the stormclouds God returns
To mend our wounds and to redeem our wrongs.
And though the Heaven's silent still,
I feel someone's there, and He is taking heed
He is taking heed...
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2. |
Equinox
07:21
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Two days per year - here I go again,
Same place, same time, or is it a delusion?
This city is the same where'er you go,
And even Vergil would have lost his way -
And yielded to despair and confusion
The rust-stained cubes and boxes everywhere
They're climbing up each other 'til exhaustion;
The biggest ones – against the common sense -
Rest on the tops of these monstrosities,
The eerie beehives that no humans would have built
So arrogant and stalwart yet submissive to corrosion
Behold the city of the former slaves,
Delivered from their ageless subjugation,
Yet driven here to a nameless crater valley
These ghastly towers to raise,
To chain the bridges, build the twisty streets,
In order to contain themselves within this labyrinth,
The huge, unwieldy, rusty ironclad
Has run ashore in time... but this disaster
Has turned the former slaves into their own masters.
Six years ago I sought a shelter here
It was September twenty first, no matter year.
On sunset, with my own shadow as the guide
I've crossed the border of this wicked maze -
To look for exit vainly ever since
And on every Spring and Autumn Equinox,
I'll search on sunset for that westward street
By which I've entered here. But every time
The fleeting sunray slips across the walls
To fade away - and then I have to wait
For many months again, without much hope
To leave this place one day...
Behold the city of the former slaves,
Delivered from their ageless subjugation,
Yet driven here to a nameless crater valley
These ghastly towers to raise
To chain the bridges, build the twisty streets,
In order to contain themselves within this labyrinth,
The huge, unwieldy, rusty ironclad
Has run ashore in time... but this disaster
Has sealed the former slaves to be their own masters.
And now I almost look and smell like them -
The denizens of this obscured city
Now there is less suspicion in their withered eyes
When I am passing by; time takes its toll.
The only difference is my remaining memories -
The natives do not know what lies beyond these walls.
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3. |
Sentries
05:24
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However aimless may my ramblings be
It seems as if I always make a turn or two
To find me standing in this square eventually:
No matter how many times I come
This place is always full of wicked dread to me
The lifeless no man's land enshrouded in gloom,
The pavements of uneven prism-like slabs
And in the middle of the square there is
A high stepped dais whereupon th' immense
Bronze gate detached from any wall
Is towering irradiating dreariness
Two people wander here to and fro,
With their arms drawn
Long chains are running from the gate
To their belts, although
These sentries came here on their own
And would not go
Their living breath is consecrating this grim place
Forevermore
And though one easily can walk around this Gate
The sentries still believe they're th' only ones
Who stand between the realm of men
And the tremendous distress lurking out there -
Behind the heavy decorated leaves.
And their restless and exhausting vigilance
Prevents these horrors from emerging... Or perhaps
It is a ransom to some twisted myths,
So they remain delusions those they are,
However slithering their way to sentries' hearts
To feed and revel on their soulblood...
Two people wander here to and fro,
With their arms drawn,
Enchained for years to the gate,
Yet there's a stronger bond:
These sentries came here on their own
And would not go
Their living breath is consecrating this grim place
Forevermore
And if the Gate is opened one day,
With that Abyss a-swirl before their eyes
They'll gaze into it, knowing all too well,
That the Abyss is gazing back into themselves.
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4. |
The Order of Things
03:56
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The eerie glow reflected from the clouds
Illumined vaguely rounded shoulders, shaven heads,
The gloomy, dismal, silent crowd
Has sparsely spread across the round square.
Upon the planked stage there stood a cell,
A cowered man within, which paid no heed
To a mutt'ring figure in a black robe next to him,
That read aloud some written gibberish
'Another innocent in judicat'ry gnaw', I’ve heard;
'Who cares', another voice said, 'He’s condemned,
And so he'd been before this masquerade
Had even started, don't you understand?'
A thin bald woman paced among this lot,
The others seemed to take no notice of her presence
Yet when some hag collapsed and started choking,
That woman had approached her, offered help -
The old hag had refused that offer, though,
And overcoming her enduring seizures
Stood up and limp'd away from sight.
— And then the crowd, it seemed, stopped breathing.
I hear how one of judges yells out loud:
'There is a certain order of the things
In our world, we are to follow, willfully or not',
And like a gust of wind, the 'guilty' word resounds.
...As judges left, the crowd dispersed in silence,
The lame cart carried the cell away,
Only a bald thin woman stood before me
And looked into my eye expectantly.
'Time's running here in circles', I have said
Without really understanding why.
She nodded and then pointed over yonder -
Towards the stage. I turned to look, and saw
A small group of young people dressed identic’lly.
It took me time to realize at last
That they were celebrating what has happened here,
Exulting o'er that blatant outrage.
I knew they yelled, but I couldn't hear their voices,
They had self-righteous looks, but their eyes were blank,
They looked unnatural as wraiths, abominable spectres...
Assuming it was I the living one.
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5. |
Luminaries
06:03
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The last day matching night in length recedes,
And like a mad usurper twilight falls so hard
And hastily... With every step, it seems,
The dark grows denser. Even though the street
I trudge along is slithering uphill,
It feels like a descent into the depth,
Where every sound gets guttered down the walls,
And every light's a ghostly echo of itself.
Soon nothing's left, but pitch-black silhouettes,
With rare a yellow blind eye glitt'ring through the dark,
Sporadic gleams of damp stones 'neath my feet
And steel-cold skies so eerily un-coloured.
There is a legend 'round here, that every night
All the unlit roads violently unbraid
To re-entwine anew - at random - at the dawn
Thus driving nightmares off our daytime trails...
I am about to believe that myth tonight,
It is the first time in so many years,
That I have no idea where am I
And where should I go from here
Then suddenly the dazzling light explodes
I see gargatuan statues standing 'long the road
With flaming cressets in their hands
And staring down with disdain at me
As though there is a den of maggots
'neath their feet
Their eyes - they seemed so chillingly alive -
Were tracking my dismay with unrelenting wrath and loathing
The luminaries of this God-forsaken place,
The sculptures of the majesty itself forsooth:
The harbingers of our final destiny
The sovereigns of truth
Then to the hiss and splutter of the torches
New sounds admix'd: incoming from afar
Were thumping drums along with muffled tramp -
A band of hooded figures hither marched.
I heard a quiet, monotonous chanting
That seemed to flood the stagnant air around me,
I had to move aside or else they surely
Would tread me down... As if I couldn't be seen.
Yet as they passed me by, the rear man had turned
His head around, and separated from the rest.
Approached me and tried to punch my face, with hisses
‘bout my foul blasphemy that "they" would not forget -
"The luminaries of this timeless city,
The sculptures of the majesty itself forsooth:
The harbingers of our eventual destiny
The sovereigns of our truth".
My faceless enemy continued his assaults,
And finally, as he produced a knife,
I knocked him down and darted off at once,
And ran until around me it was again all darkness ...
"The luminaries of this timeless city,
The sculptures of the majesty itself forsooth:
The harbingers of our damnation
The sovereigns of truth".
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6. |
Memory
06:15
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Weak damp wind cools down burning skin on my face
The darkness around me is so thick that I can't see a thing
Where am I now? No matter, for still I'm confined
In this maze, and no light's here to guide me away
In my memories then an asylum I seek
And they're merciful, coming to me when I
Need them the most, like a chilled through wayfarer
Remembers his hearth and this gives him the strength to go on
I recall lucid walls of blizzards afar
Overshadowing the grim rocky cliffs they pass by
And the windy trailways near the mountain pass
I could tread blindfolded... But I can't find a way back.
Futile are the laments of a wayward son now.
Never the time will turn back
And even if a miracle happens - one day I return,
What if I see only ruins and burnt stains and graves
For I had departed as the gathering firestorm
Was already too close rolling our way...
...Now my eyes have get used to the darkness around,
But there's little to see in the bible-black sky...
I am chilled to the bone, but a voice in my head
Says 'It's not over yet', so I have to go on.
What was the wicked charm of wilderness
That had driven me away from where I belonged
That had brought me into the valleys of bitterness?
Why have I chosen to yield to their call?
Yet again I am dreaming of snowfalls afar
And the swift shades of clouds running over the hills
Far below, and the Uranian sea speckled with white jewels,
And hymns of the wind echoes in the ravines.
And if Heavenly Sovereign is still there to hear me
I pray that the Great Beyond looks just the same.
Looks just the same...
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7. |
At The Bridge
05:28
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Like fireworks in reverse,
The torchlights in the distance
Were gathering in haste
Upon the city's largest bridge
The crowd had cornered a girl
In a torn dirt-stained dress; she had a look
Of a totally run down doe
As the others were snarling and barking at her
When I had approached at last
From the mutt'ring of those who were standing behind,
From the hateful screams and shouts
A mind-bending story I'd finally learnt
A brazen thief had broken in her house
And saw her dancing in an inner room.
But on the night of Autumn Equinox,
The Festival of Grief begins, when dancing
Is a sacrilege.
So a thief had pulled her out
And made her run
Now she is standing at the bridge
Surrounded by
the bloodthirsty drooling mob cryin’ for
A sacrifice.
All of sudden the shouts have ceased
Only the wind and a quiet drum thumping
Could be heard as the crowd fell back
Givin' way to a tall hooded figure in black.
He had slowly approached the girl
And asked her of something. The answer she'd given
Had drowned as the roaring resumed,
- And then died out at once as the priest started speaking
He delivered a pompous speech,
A sermon-like rant on the order of things
Then he turned to the girl and said:
'You will not make them think they have slaughtered you, will you?'
The girl has nodded slightly and unbent
And for a moment she stood tall and still
Before the hateful mob
She looked then at the priest - he nodded too.
And then before I managed to push through
She climbed the parapet, and looked about
Then silently stepped down into the chasm.
And with malignant cheers the crowd burst out.
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8. |
The Quay
04:00
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I've barely pulled her out of the water
Upon the slippery stones of a quay
Near the bridge. All attempts to revive her
Have failed. Just betrothed to Grim Reaper,
She has given in. And it seemed
That the mob's screams still echoed around
In the tingling damp quiet,
otherwise undisturbed.
In teeth-gnashing fury I tried to revive her
To wrest her back from that cattle... But no:
Whatever I tried could help her no more.
'She is dead, don't you see?' Someone's voice
Got me startled. I've upsprung, drew the knife...
But a man with a lamp, who approached so silently,
Meant me no harm. He just came to the body and
Lit her pale face, letting out a sigh:
'I knew this poor lass, she was one of us...' -
'Who?' I have asked in confusion.
'Come with me, I will show you', he said, and before
I could do anything, pushed the docile body
Back into the dark water saying just 'Let her go.'
'Is this all,' I resented, ‘that she is worth of?'
'Let the dead bury their dead', he calmly responded,
'Her spirit still lives on, and now it is free,
While ours are not'. 'I don't know about yours',
I said, 'Mine is intact. No one has purloined it,
And nobody will'. Then the man brought his lamp
Close to my face and said: ‘Yes, you must be
The one, we've been seeking for quite a long time.
Come with me, and you'll meet people like you." At this moment
A strange sound arrived from the top of the bridge.
'We must move on,' the man said. 'Or we are in trouble,
Try to make little noise and don't lag behind'...
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9. |
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The road we took was long and twisted on its own:
Through the unlit back-alleys, where the greasy stones
Reluctantly would start to shimmer as the light
From my guide's dim lamp touched them with aversion.
Through sudden narrow breaches in the walls,
Exposing oozing bowels of the unkempt abodes,
With squelchy corridors, doors boarded up,
And then outdoors again, decrepit, lifeless.
Within this backside of the city's very bottom,
Where aeons calcify and even death may die,
The dark was parting - like some heavy velvet drapes -
Before a ghostly glimmer of an oil lamp.
...Then our descent began. The flights of stone stairs
- Straight, steady, almost uneroded - slowly gave place
To rusty staircases; their uneven spirals
Were getting narrower the further we moved down.
Eventually we had reached the bottom,
And through a heavy squeaky door we'd entered
Into a shaft of an enormous size. "Look up",
My guide said then, for me to freeze in awe:
Lit dimly from above, tremendous gears and spindles
Were hanging at a height. They seemed so vast,
That even thinking of their purpose made me shiver.
"We're almost there", said my guide, "let’s move on fast".
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10. |
Rebels
05:42
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They sat on the besmeared mats,
As dirt-stained as their own ragged clothes
Did I expect them to be diff'rent from the rest
Of citizens? I don't know, anyway -
Their eyes looked only slightly more alive,
A little bit more prying, otherwise
Still wan. They asked me if the world outside
Looked totally the same as their city,
Which I denied, although I had to say
That everywhere I'd been I'd seen turmoil -
Forsaken cities crumbling to the sands and glacial cinders,
And graveyards reuniting the horizons,
Nomadic martyrs, anguished ones and cripples,
Who wandered 'neath the steel-grey skies,
Only to find their short unsteady shelter
Within the worn out walls of various temples,
Where they were worshipping their woes and grievances...
But if I had a choice - to stay, or walk away -
I'd rather roam again through woods, and hills and valleys
In search for Hope, of which this place's devoid.
Still I can't find my way outside. 'And no one can',
The man who brought me here readily replied.
'The city's built so. That tremendous mechanism
Which we'd passed by, has many purposes, it is
The thing that literally makes the city move -
It rearranges the most outward quarters every night'.
'You say, the legend of the re-entwining streets...?'
'...Is not a myth. The outward blocks are just
A sham. Nobody lives there. And nobody ever leaves.
I've studied that Machina Urbi and I know
How to make it going into overdrive, by which
This whole city will be crumbling down'. 'But why?!'
I asked? 'Why don't you simply stop it, set us free?'
And then I've heard the grumble of discontent
From those who have assembled here. 'My friend,
My former guide said bitterly, 'You've seen
The foul atrocities those are committed here.
What you have never seen, I guess, is thousands swords,
Stored in their armouries and waiting to be used;
Black banners with the golden eight-point stars
Are garnered there to mount up like the flames,
And if this dreary horde of snarling ghouls
Will be unleashed unto the outer world, there'll be
No place to hide. Whoe'er comes close to them,
Will change forever, just too few can be immune
To their venom. And the rest will be converted,
In next to no time. So there must be no gate
To open. We shall make this all collapse:
The foul malady that they are will be buried!'
I saw the speaker's eyes already were ablaze
With zealotry... Is this the end for me as well?
I asked: 'What do you want from me at all'?
And they responded that I had confirmed
Their sacrifice would not be totally in vain,
And they are grateful. Still the road ends
For me right here, they cannot let me go
And give them all away.
And silently I watched
How they approached. But then a loud noise
Sparked panic and stampede, but out of nowhere
Armed faceless men invaded with short swords
And blackjacks...
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11. |
The Mask
07:25
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They tossed me with a cloth bag on my head
Along the endless corridors for hours,
Until I fin'lly felt no strength to struggle
Or even stand and walk. They dragged me on -
Into some bright, resounding hall, where stagnant lights
Had almost blinded me when they removed the bag:
I stood kneeled down with my hands tied behind.
The mirror floors were showing well
My dreary wretchedness. And I was not alone
Who had been watching. 'Now you are here',
A weird voice rang nearby. 'You've roamed throughout
The depth and lows, but finally your searching
Is over as you've reached the very top.'
'As if I really did it on my own', I said,
And looked up... Gods, I'd rather never done!
A figure in a decorated robe stood by;
It had a frail, as though unfleshly, build,
And an inhuman stature, almost twice as tall.
A wicked double mask was hiding this one's face,
And when he spoke, it seemed he had two voices.
'Still you have come, to stand down on your knees.
Nobody comes here but by their own will,
Even if latent, unacknowledged aspiration,
But those who truly don't belong here, won't be here.
It is the pinnacle of everything your race
Is able to achieve. The pure manifestation
Of what you are, without husks and filth,
The mainstay of truth, where all the roads lead
Eventually. That's where the heresies
Those have already mostly taken over
The outer world, are losing their potence.
That's where the avalanche of purifying fire
Will soon originate. And when the time is right
Our banners will unroll, our arms will yearn for blood
We'll bring them back the long-forgotten fear of God'.
'That you don't have yourself, apparently', I said.
The creature laughed: 'Who is that one I am to fear, you say?
Do you believe an old man in a golden crown
Sits on the clouds and angrily looks down?
While sleazy typists with their o’ergrown pigeon wings
Stand by his side and log all mortals' sins?
If ever there has been that Radiant Throne,
At present it is occupied by none.
As of his temples lingering on Earth
We'll put them to good use - to monger fears and swords.
And trust me, you would never need a God
His ruthless, vengeful ire to promote.
It's down to a proper choice of scary words!
...And cities will be crumbling to the cinders,
And graveyards will be reuniting the horizons!'
'You're late' I said. 'Somebody has outrun you,
The armies striving to reverse the time, are out now
To massacre, and flames and smokes are rising
From the realms that you've been dreaming to war down'.
'You're lying', hissed the figure.
'No, I don’t’.
The creature ceased to move at all, as though
The ghost that had possessed it just withdrew.
I had to wait and slowly moments crawled,
Then all of sudden it resumed to live and said:
'You didn't lie indeed. Someone was first,
Although whoever it was they’d failed with their uprising.
For me that means a lot of labour is ahead,
A lot of soil to till, a lot of seeds to spread.
For starters I will let you go. I will unleash
You on the outer world, my future prophet,
And though for the remainder of your life
You will be cursing and denouncing me, my word
Will be delivered to the right ones - those who wait
For someone to relieve them from their burdens
Of the detested 'free will' and 'benevolence':
The beasts remain the beasts, the slaves remain the slaves,
They're waiting for a proper sign to conquer them,
With blood and fire, a privilege to obey,
Or, if they lose, to set the world ablaze.
Begone now', said the creature, as the hall
Began to swirl and twist around me rapidly;
And I had fallen through the mirror floor,
And plummeted into the pitch-black void
Until the last of me had silently dissolved...
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12. |
At The Bridge II
05:16
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At first it was all darkness then the pain arrived
And only then the other feelings came to be
I lied face-down on the cobble stones
Unable to move with all my limbs gone numb
Somebody touched my shoulder, and I turned to look.
And saw her right away: crouched by my side,
Was that familiar thin woman with a hairless head,
Who looked at me in sympathetic expectation,
And in her eye there wasn't any threat.
'I know who you are', I think I've said,
'You've come to take me, right?' she shook her head,
Then helped me to stand up. I looked around -
The bridge again. Where would I go from here?
Ahead, behind - the barrage of the towers,
That seems to dam the future horrors - for a while...
But what if I am their herald now indeed,
If ever I can find my way out of this city?
Perhaps, I'd better not... Perhaps I stay within...
...She touched my shoulder once again. I turned around
And saw her smiling. Slowly she has raised
Her arm to sky and opened up her palm.
As if obeying her, the clouds parted, to reveal
A dazzling river of the stars, crossed by
A comet. 'Do you think', I guess I've heard,
'The Wanderer that wades the Milky Way,
Can ripple it? No, it will remain undisturbed.
The comets pass, the stars are always there'.
Was my companion really saying that?
I don't think she had open up her lips
The questions swarmed inside my head, unable
To break outside. I wanted her to tell me,
What must I do, but knew she wouldn't say.
Unyielding... I must be unyielding, to prevail,
To find the way out and to leave behind
This city's taint that has my soul begrimed.
On Equinox the The Bridge of Stars' goes straight from North to South
I only hope tonight it will be able to lead me out.
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13. |
Epilogue: The Next Day
03:35
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The amber smell
Of the sun-burnt grass,
So much open skies
And no memory,
A soaring cliff
Where fledglings learn to fly,
Sunset embers glow bright
Above the grasslands sea.
Years of trudging through the labyrinths
Of misleading roads, wrong turns, futile restarts
To finally see - the only guide to trust
Is a silvery trail that splits night skies apart.
The hour’s approaching:
Tears come to my eyes,
As the burden I've had
Is no more mine.
And my spirit slowly
Spread its wings
And bestow itself upon
The blazing Aetherwind...
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14. |
Comet (2021 version)
06:49
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Кто пережил тот год,
Тот, вероятно, вспомнит, как
Кометы бледный глаз
Блестел в рассветной мгле.
Могущие цари,
Забыв о состраданье,
Нас подняли тогда
Друг с другом воевать.
Им каждому был сон
О власти над Вселенной, -
Как кто-то бледноокий
Её им даровал.
Из северных земель
Чума пришла внезапно.
Богатый урожай
Смерть собрала в тот год.
Но даже умирая,
Слабевшими руками,
Мы тщились разорвать
Друг друга на куски.
Великие дожди
Поили землю сорок дней,
Смывая прах и тлен,
Прочь прогоняя смерть.
Кто пережил тот год,
Тот и комету вспомнит...
Она всему виною ли?
Не ведает никто...
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That dreadful year was marked
With a comet's revelation
For long the pale eye
Watched every dusk and dawn
And several mighty kings
With not a shred of mercy
For their unhappy men
Their armies raised to war
For each one had a dream
About the universal power
And how someone pale-eyed
Granted it to them
Meanwhile from the North
Plague appeared crawling
Death had a wealthy crop
Reaped all around our realm
But even dying men
With their arms growing weaker
Were tryin' to tear apart
Their foes, no matter what
And then colossal rains
Fell for over forty days
And washed the blood and ash,
Driving the death away
Whoever had survived,
They would recall the comet.
But if it caused those evils
- No one would ever know.
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