Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness --
Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh
Do you have eyes?
Can you see like mankind sees?
Why have you soured and curdled me?
Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you?
That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true?
Once I was blessed; I was awaited like the rain
Like eyes for the blind, like feet for the lame
Kings heard my words, and they sought out my company
But now the janitors of Shadowland flick their brooms at me
Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you?
that you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true?
Не буду ничего говорить. Ничего приятного сказать все равно не смогу, а иное уже существует, но не здесь. Не надо - здесь. Once I ruled the world, once upon a time... и так далее. Просто зарубка в памяти.