Lyrics Элхэ Ниэннах - Всадники Апокалипсиса
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Век наш серебряный - Лучник на белом коне
Горнее небо, город в жемчужном огне
Белые псы - как стрелы в полете:
Время начаться зимней охоте
Льдистая сталь - наши души чисты и светлы
Это Закон: алмазное жало стрелы...
Только где же Любовь?
Медный наш век - козырная трефовая масть,
Всадник багряный, имя которому - Власть.
Золотоглазым призраком - ястреб,
Крылья раздора: дели же и властвуй.
Дом, разделившись в основе своей - обречен:
Польза границы огненным чертит мечом.
Только - где же Любовь?
Век оловянный - Всадник скрывает лицо:
Вместо меча и щита - клеветы колесо.
Свите не-живших - душа на съеденье,
Истинность крови - елеем прощенья
Вот подаянье, где милости нет и на грош:
Белый твой хлеб, имя которому - Ложь.
Только - где же Любовь?
Век наш железный - Всадник Последней Луны,
Мера в руке его, конь и доспехи - черны.
Черные волки мчатся по следу:
Что пораженье и что им победа,
Что им слова, благочестия ложного хлам?
Всадник-Возмездие судит тебя по делам.
Взвешено, смерено - призрачной тенью
Следом приходит немое забвенье:
Век расшатался, лопнула тонкая нить -
Нечего, незачем, некому соединить,
Ибо - где же Любовь...
Dm Gm A7
Dm Gm A7
B Dm
B Dm
Gm B A
Gm F A7
Dm
Our Silver Age - Archer on a White Horse
Mountain sky, city in pearl fire
White dogs - like arrows in flight:
Time to start the winter hunt
Icy steel - our souls are pure and bright
This is the Law: diamond arrow sting ...
But where is Love?
Our copper age - trump suit of clubs,
Crimson Horseman, whose name is Power.
The golden-eyed ghost is a hawk
Wings of discord: divide and conquer.
The house, having divided basically - is doomed:
The good of the border is drawn with a fiery sword.
Only - where is Love?
Tin Age - The Horseman hides his face:
Instead of a sword and a shield, a slanderous wheel.
The retinue of the non-living is the soul to eat,
The truth of the blood - the oil of forgiveness
Here is the alms, where there is no mercy and penniless:
Your white bread, whose name is False.
Only - where is Love?
Our Iron Age - The Horseman of the Last Moon,
The measure in his hand, the horse and armor are black.
Black wolves rush along the trail:
That defeat and victory
What do they say, piety of false trash?
The Horseman Revenge judges you by deeds.
Weighted, mortified - a ghostly shadow
Silent oblivion comes next:
A century loosened, a thin thread burst -
Nothing, no reason, no one to connect,
For where is Love ...
Dm Gm A7
Dm Gm A7
B dm
B dm
Gm b a
GM F A7
Dm
Mountain sky, city in pearl fire
White dogs - like arrows in flight:
Time to start the winter hunt
Icy steel - our souls are pure and bright
This is the Law: diamond arrow sting ...
But where is Love?
Our copper age - trump suit of clubs,
Crimson Horseman, whose name is Power.
The golden-eyed ghost is a hawk
Wings of discord: divide and conquer.
The house, having divided basically - is doomed:
The good of the border is drawn with a fiery sword.
Only - where is Love?
Tin Age - The Horseman hides his face:
Instead of a sword and a shield, a slanderous wheel.
The retinue of the non-living is the soul to eat,
The truth of the blood - the oil of forgiveness
Here is the alms, where there is no mercy and penniless:
Your white bread, whose name is False.
Only - where is Love?
Our Iron Age - The Horseman of the Last Moon,
The measure in his hand, the horse and armor are black.
Black wolves rush along the trail:
That defeat and victory
What do they say, piety of false trash?
The Horseman Revenge judges you by deeds.
Weighted, mortified - a ghostly shadow
Silent oblivion comes next:
A century loosened, a thin thread burst -
Nothing, no reason, no one to connect,
For where is Love ...
Dm Gm A7
Dm Gm A7
B dm
B dm
Gm b a
GM F A7
Dm