The autumn leaves are gently dancingUpon the soil in which i lieMy place of rest for the living hiddenFar away from their prying eyesSummoned by the monn ascendingToward the surfice i slowly riseTo once again stroll the path of darknessCrimson coloured it before me liesI won't brake the masqueradeAs i stalk my pray at nightDeath comes swift and silent my dearYou won't feel the biteAnd when the morning finally comesDraind from blood you will be foundA withered flower in an alleywayUnder a shroud of frost, blaek and paleIn my tomb, my haven darkI wait in dreamless sleepThe day to pass, the dusk to comeThe time to leave my keep
Над землёй, где я был похоронен,
В танце листья кружатся легко.
От живых скрыто место моего покоя,
От глаз любопытных схоронен далеко.
Я к поверхности неспешно поднимаюсь
Пробужден от сна всходящею луной,
Чтобы ещё раз пройти тропою мрака,
Что алой линией лежит передо мной.
И маскарада своего я не нарушу,
Когда за жертвою в ночи крадусь.
О, милая, смерть будет быстрой, тихой –
Ты даже не почувствуешь укус.
И в час, когда восход зардеет алым,
Тебя найдут – ни капли крови в теле,
Под саваном мороза мертвенно бледна –
Цветок увядший, затерявшийся в аллее.
В могиле тёмной вечный мой приют,
Я замер под землёй в бессонной дрёме,
Жду, когда сядет солнце, и сумерки придут –
И в миг тот из укрытия я выберусь на волю.
The autumn leaves are gently dancingUpon the soil in which i lieMy place of rest for the living hiddenFar away from their prying eyesSummoned by the monn ascendingToward the surfice i slowly riseTo once again stroll the path of darknessCrimson colored it before me liesI won't brake the masqueradeAs i stalk my pray at nightDeath comes swift and silent my dearYou won't feel the biteAnd when the morning finally comesDraind from blood you will be foundA withered flower in an alleywayUnder a shroud of frost, blaek and paleIn my tomb, my haven darkI wait in dreamless sleepThe day to pass, the dusk to comeThe time to leave my keep
Above the ground where I was buried
In the dance, the leaves whirl easily.
The place of my rest is hidden from the living,
Buried far from the eyes of the curious.
I slowly rise to the surface
Awakened from sleep by the rising moon
To walk the path of darkness one more time
That a scarlet line lies before me
And I will not break my masquerade,
When I sneak for a victim in the night.
Oh honey, death will be quick, quiet -
You won't even feel the bite.
And at the hour when the sunrise turns red,
They will find you - not a drop of blood in the body,
Deathly pale under the shroud of frost -
A withered flower, lost in the alley.
In a dark grave, my eternal shelter,
I froze underground in a sleepless slumber
Waiting for the sun to go down and the twilight to come -
And in that instant I will get out of hiding and free.
