Текст песни Алгар - Древо Сфер

Tired of sleep asleep in the river
Left one jump in the bottom of heaven
In the sworn enemies flickering lights
I warm my ghosts of dreams

At the depths of dark mirrors
Illusion is always right
View from under masks on the shadow of sleeping persons
We wear curses on them

In the constellation of death Mourning Dreams
We contemplate the dilapidated dreams
In the infernal bonfires our feelings are burning
Death patterns weave dark mother

In the dairy worlds in hopes
In lethargic dreams in chains to heaven
Where the lunar sickle will stop escape
And the stigma on the lips will be installed for those

For those who are vibram foggy
Silent silence covenant void
Through Emerald Mountains and Mold Caves
Going on branches to the tree of spheres

Drinking Mirage in the Matrix of Eternal Sleep
Kuit chains moon engineers of oblivion
Sut off the lunar sickle the culture of will and fire
In smelling death in the cold light entropy

Wisdom of Freedom My
In clawed paws Taiga
Waves of great sorrows
Drown in the light of dawn

In the spacious graves of our dreams
Time blizzard will bring all traces
Endless proposals
To inaccessible spring

Beyond the edge of heaven
In the sacred bump of pythies and in the silence of white snow
Will you hear the voice of those
Who tasted the fruits of the Great Tree