серебряный ключ (Silver Key)

Hung be the sky

With black

Yield day to night

May the

Presage

Come alive

With pure rage

Out of the grim nothingness

Out of the dismal woods and noxious mists

Into an assemblage of warmth

Into your house, your room, your wrists

Know, however many doors you

Lock I’ll batter down them all

And whatever forces you summon

They can’t save your soul

Oftentimes it seems to you

Something silently lurks there beyond the light

Well, it’s me – I had been forced

To hide myself… Until this night

Separating from the air’s

Cold materiality

I become a part of your world and

Make you a part of my reality

Know, however many candles you light

I’ll blow out them all

And whatever forces you summon

They can’t save your soul

In flesh I’m standing next to you

- A termination of the faith, an end of the creed

This dark shall bring you what you need

Hexifaction guaranteed

When concentration of the fear

Gets overwhelming you’ll make a desperate dart

For windows, doors

To save yourself

It’s all in vain

You won’t get out

Alive

Before chasing a witch

Check your place in the food chain

As light ruthlessly grows dim

My eyes start to glow bright green

In your rueful life this will be

The last source of light you see