Sin-eater Karamazov

[Socha]

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[Socha]

Barovia when I thought the world could not get colder, you enthrall my morbidity.
The ice your nights bring burns the innocence of many – I know some time it will come claim me.
The Broken Bell will not toll for me as the temples of faith in the city but in this temple of drink, I wait for thee.

I see the faces you rend with your claws, the souls you eat with your fangs.
I see the hopes you paint black and the children you brand. I smell the fear on the breath
Of those who step through that door. The sweat of clammy hair and sore feet dragged on the floor.

But your snow, I melt with a bottle.
Your rain, I vaporize with smoke.
Liquor - my blood. And tobacco - my flesh.
The lost wanderer may find warmth at my hearth.
And remember laughter and breath.

Can love bloom on the battlefield?
Yes, Sasha, it can.
Just remember laughter.
And remember breath.

Remember slaughter.
And remember death.

[Socha]

Sweet skin of mine, where have you gone?
I awoke, I could not wait ‘till dawn.
Come back, these bones of mine feel old
Embrace me in thy humanity.
Why scurry away? Where will you go?
Will you find another soul to claim as your own?
Will you hold them as you have held me?
Give them my fire you cast into the sea?
There is nowhere to run, it is just you and I.
If I bring the vodka, will we see eye to eye?
Sasha, love, who are you speaking to?
Go back to sleep dear, this is between us two.
I shan’t let you see me without my face.
Speaking of, have you seen it?
My face, it looks a bit like mine.
But with brighter eyes.

[Socha]

The end of a bottle is where it begins
In bed, I lie. Eyes on the candle beyond my eyelids
Head waltzes in the dark, engorged in twirls and spins
I drown in the fleshy depths of an astral world abroad
When beneath me parts a gash of pus and blood
Liquor cleanses but the red in my veins persists
From the earth, I emerge and I cease to resist
A light shines on the dusty coffin before me
It cracks and splinters and the bones twist free
I can recognize Gleb as he steps out with glee
Privetstvuyu! Glebs out the banshee
It is good to see you! I’m inclined to agree
I’m also saddened you ended this way
Nonsense, look at me, he says
You freed me from that awful skin
It was too tight, especially frozen
When you left me in the Borchava
…
That is not what happened, is it?
If not, then why do you feel guilty?
This hole you see is not mine, it is yours
From the abyss of your soul, it pours
I swallowed your sins at your widow’s request
You would still be with her if you had been honest
No! No! The skeleton returned into the coffin
And from my hands burst purifying flames
Rotten wood and bones crumble to ash
I roll the cinders to smoke marrow from dust
They will come to understand that I do what I must

With the past conflagrated, I look and behold a world of insanity
Filth, vengeance, vanity, depravity. All the worst of humanity
Winged nightmares with feminine laughter
Unfamiliar faces with unsettling grins
Razor-sharp teeth and fiery groins
The banished all want the same thing
They yearn to be unleashed

But I, I yearn to punish

[Socha]

Walk the night, never see the day
As the bar does not tend itself
Envy struck and thus on my way
I went and rose from the bottom shelf
The frost bit true, the rain fell through
The snow blackened and the mists parted
Not a far cry from the sights I knew
I saw and tasted the lives departed
Lands of flesh in a sea of red
Overboard, my stomach was spread
Their blood sure ran thinner than mine
For them, I spilled a glass of wine
The Wolfman’s mark, it had to be
Sliced bones did not lie to me
Jagged as glass, unlike a knife
Left silenced lambs in a storm of strife
But the numbers Nine, eight, six
Together, the three admix
Their meaning pieced by bricks
Seems to serve naught but to play tricks.