Czerń - Kres

end

from birth fed with illusion
we convince ourselves
that in being
there is an answer

stuffed with the pulp of hope and faith
we trust that the next day
will postpone agony

meaning will flow over us
the curtains will fall
and we will understand order and harmony

yet dusk is approaching
the end is relentless
the mother will devour her children

gray dust will hide yellowed bones
no new tree
will grow here

an absolute lack of life
through us
thanks to us

only an undisturbed void
will remain

only the void will remain

death of light