Come the night

And oblivion come with bloody conflagration of the terrible and dark evening! come for those, who groan
Bended in the thralldom of the ages!

But upright - oh - come for those who have force, which slacken the dust of wars, among the dance of deads

Come the night

For those, who mad whips in the
Torment by snakes and for those,
Which ghost of generation sucks, for us
Come, oh night, herald of liberation!

We are waiting for you with every cloud of ominous storm, with every breath of the air we are born in the sun
We - painful actors of tears, inspirations and desires, we which snatched venom of omniscience away from gods!