Kusimyrsky [English translation]

I await at the crossroads

For the Devil to come

I sit there graying

No one comes demanding

In earnest and ready for anything

Having given up on the world

Of the burden of feeling

So tightly defined

Even as I so

Almost gave up

A phantom steps out

Could be a woman

Could be a man

Raises a hand to its lips

Brittle, broken

Whispers that everyone hears

Looks everyone straight in their eyes

Come to me

Come with me

Drip over me

Shine into my eyes

[x2]

Take the advice of Angels

Never will you understand

[x2]

Fires wither

Skin etched with writing

Abominations from law-books

Contracts written in blood

Stop believing in words

Stop believing in senses

Stop believing in memories

Stop believing in sounds

Come to me

Come with me

Drip over me

Shine into my eyes

[x2]

Written thus far

Lived thus far

Here where even light

fears to tread

When that dark spirit

Steps down from heaven

Seeks confirmation

Follows the scent of questioning

Old rusted pipe

Follows the wall

Down to a dark corridor

Rarely spotted by light

Bears a whimpering sound

In its chapped throat

Time grows, moment bends

Flees beyond the door

Sits a man-shaped statue

Splotched by jaundiced blood

Bolted on an iron chair

Married to the splendour of the moment

Blank expression on the face

Heart yet with a drop of blood

Hand dry, lips chapped

Eyes bound tight

Written up until now

Lived up until now

Written up until now

Lived up until now and

Trust the numbers, thine self and the holy geometry!

Trust the numbers, thine self and the holy geometry!