Paris AD 2024
Through the dark, plentiful curtains
barely visible boats and people
on foamed yellow water
It was expected to be the lights of the West.
And it's the west of the world
And this rain – heaven's recompense
But they inactive dance on Styx.
dance macabre and another traditions
bloody spectacles of severed heads
I don't regret anyone's dreams.
a bunch of sleazeballs challenge God again
The last supper of Paris is being held
The sad riders of the Apocalypse have arrived
grey horse with hanging head
on it is simply a void in shining armor
Holds the Olympic flame
And the agile Lucifer brought it
The only individual from the burnt cathedral
chosen by the capital of the old world
on the herold of the fresh games
Finally
from a advanced iron tower
Cold laser lights are falling
When a White Swan Dies
carries the city's darkness
The song of dead love
Selection
When the blights surrounded the bound eagle
While they were waiting for his head to bow
to the fall of this golden crown
a trophy more valuable than gold
For though so much of this land
It's not from this world.
The call came from there
where the eternal conflict began
The commanders could not give another order
We were ready.
We gave it all away.
body and blood of the city
Now is your time.
Now you can – everything
bow down for free
Tell him it wasn't worth it.
Kill our dream
You can cover all the colors
our red and white
And we're stubborn
on the another side
We believe in you more
than you in yourself
Today is the day
We send you a rose
We know you'll choice her up.
And then we'll walk with you.
parade avenues
in free Poland dawn
Yes –
She's born for you.
of our blood
[from the volume "night of light"]
Maria Dorota Pieńkowska
