Letra de Till Foreign Ground Shall Cover Eyes - Drudkh

Like sad day's paper written over
A night fell down as if an ink's aspersion.
And you go into the darkness for good,
Defeated and maimed to the full.

What is this area? What is this river?
What is this language, dialect?
Whose charmed hand leads you
Somewhere by sleepy night?

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There are no hands nor hearts,-
You are alone in a noisy crowd,
And quiet stars look down as judges,
At your yet endless end.

And you stand on a twist of roads,
Weary, sleepless, hit down,
And you dream of a warm parental porch
That you cannot step onto.