By Yasen Vedrin
(The Rise of the Fall)
Vesuvius roars and swells in size
Amidst the clouds of sulfurous breath.
The boiling lava starts to rise
Deep in the mountain’s vaults of death.
Below the volcano's dark dome,
The crowds, abandoned to their sin,
Hear not the threat above their home,
Nor fear the Lord who looks within.
They raise the golden calves to view
In their abominable bow,
And in vain noise, accursed too,
To Mammon they give glory now.
Beside them – with iron spears ahead –
The earthly beasts rejoice and cry,
And rage from hell’s abysses fed
Calls them for bloody fights nearby.
Throughout the vale – the chaff is found,
All gathered up in bundles high.
Vesuvius roars above the ground,
Above the Earth's foul corpse nearby.
It roars. And soon it will explode
With its merciless, angry blast.
And doom will strike the evil road
When that fierce blast erupts at last.
For now, when reaching out to save,
A hand of Mercy and Love appears,
They beat the pure ones with a stave,
And throw the faithful to their tears.
Alas, to Justice they are blind,
Captured by giants of the night.
The thorn and greedy burdock bind
Below the peak of blinding might.
“Depart from Me, you cursed race!” –
They’ll hear from a Voice so grand.
And everyone will feel fire's place,
With judgment in their hour at hand.
And sealed by lava's heavy state,
Ready to turn them into stone,
They will recall their earthly fate
And all their empty days alone.
But I pray Thee! Heal and save,
O Lord, the sinful souls in fright!
For if You thunder like Vesuvius’ wave,
The dark won't soothe them in the night…
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