The Plague & The First Snow

The next cold winter will bring
The last mortal exhalation
On its snow wings…
You will see my image
Through the hollow eye sockets…
Crows' uproar - they glutted with souls…

Like the first snow i will melt
On the lips covered with scab…
Squirmed corpse in the ditch…

The next cold winter
Will bring the purification
With the glow of sunset fire…
The plague has drawn
The traceries of the human bodies
On the first snow…
The next cold winter
Will bring the purification
With the glow of sunset fire…
The plague on the first snow…

The next winter -
The plague has drawn
The next cold winter
The plague on the first snow…