At the threshold of night

Dozes the space of inspiration

Inside the harm's despairing

No chance to experience itself

Thirsty of light I draw from mouth of darkness

Poison

Which burns my pride


Like snake robbed from strength

Creeps symbol of disdain

On altars of silence

The Lions Blaspheme of morning


Dawn sparkles

Demented through the joy

Bursts handcuffs of all praises


When I tempt Your pride

Beauty bites the exile

I want to dress her to the skin

And to invite to dance


Lords of Endeavours

Their worship reaches the stars

Their worship is like comet

Their charity is like dust


They'll never destroy the light

Carrying It with pride

They permit to settle It in their souls

Where pain rules

They'll never destroy the light

Waiting till It will extinguish their beings