In fathoms of the great mount

In deepest fathom of the great Mount,
in cold and gloom, there sounds a groan.
Forlorn - what once was a man,
now a shadow - silently wanders on.

There, in the blaze, once a demiurge and king,
cloud's ruler, creator of stars!
Fell like a hound in a beat,
he's lost the glow and perished!

The embrace of great mount
succumbed him for ages.
His God had died already, leaving dead mounds,
and fire burns out the scars of love, hope and faith.

...in silence tremble great oceans,
as a courseless sailor, hum elegious paeans.

...in his last word,  
the cursed demiurge croaked:

Forgotten in the mist,
I beg you, make me free!
In quadratic circle straying,
won't survive further failure!

Let us guard our thoughts,
reject contemporary pop-involuntarity,
let the kitch makers remain
the plastic mind's worst nightmare.

Spectres and Spooks await lurking in your head:
for moments of weakness, for moments of lenience,
so watch yourself brother, it's a windy path,
and the road to the mount - a symbol of dictatorship!

The embrace of great mount,
succumbed him for ages.
His God had died already, leaving dead mounds,
and fire burns out the scars of love, hope and faith.

...the silence lasts on...

Original lyrics by Ł. Muschiol

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