Город без голоса

[Verse 1] Black flags on the gates are hanging so grim, The city is silent, locked up in despair. The plague claims us all, the light growing dim, With dark thoughts of sorrow filling the air. I am a guard, and I must hold this post, Watching life burn as the embers fade low. Every cry here is like a wandering ghost, And silence is heavier than we know. ​[Chorus] Silence all around, the walls are closing tight! The plague is creeping closely in the shade. We pray to God, confronting endless night, Where every single hope of ours has decayed! A voiceless city! Laughter is no more, Only the wind sings over shattered days. Fate has chosen all of us outside the door, Turning people into shadows in the haze! ​[Verse 2] Today I found out that the sickness is near, Right in my home, among those I adore. Orders forbid me to enter in there, Leaving just tears by a freshly dug floor. I stand torn apart — my home and command, Between a harsh oath and a cry in my breast. Pain fills the city across this doomed land, With death as our future and final test. ​[Chorus] Silence all around, the walls are closing tight! The plague is creeping closely in the shade. We pray to God, confronting endless night, Where every single hope of ours has decayed! A voiceless city! Laughter is no more, Only the wind sings over shattered days. Fate has chosen all of us outside the door, Turning people into shadows in the haze! ​[Bridge] Between an oath and a cry... Between life and a shade... The city perishes in fire! ​[Outro] People turned to shadows... In the fading light...