Time is cruel, it goes by slowly

We are dying slowly in the sweet inactivity

Unworthy of death's attention

- the only real otherness

Rubbing against the aspects of life

Leaving deathlike smell of millenium behind

On skeletons of empty existence

Pious crowd of twelve trumps,

Unsated of blood,

Deceived of prophet's lies,

Faithing vainly against time

Executes reverencing insane deeds

To regain lost hours

Soaked in blood of time

To glory of dead force.

Trailers of unstraight thoughts

Leave for their immemorial hunts,

Go through the dreams

Don't know the limits of time.

Millenium like warriors

Tread across the universe

Leaving persistent trace of passage

And announcing arrival.