Текст песни Скальд Декаданса - Реквием

Corrals in the corners, forcing Grieve,
Inspired by the desire of power,
Hack soul wings those who want to love
Buried in the illusion of happiness.

So that no one except the soul are not warmed
They will be able to pull out the sun from the sky
And then languish in the cold for hundreds of years,
But because the soul is no longer wake up.

Will the body, which ate the brains
And frantically pulled out the heart.
And the soul long ago torn to pieces,
Having played a farewell Scherzo.

Dead cold vopёtsya in dumb mouth
What are ready to shout about salvation,
To listen to this, "Well, come on!"
"It may be enough to wag my nerves !?"

Everything will end with a grave heart attack
And tears of pale and dead.
He's probably glad I did not already live
And not hunting anything.

The span of a hundred years, and everything will be forgotten.
Death erase the trace of life ...
Do not burn your life and do not be the executioner,
The soul and happiness - are priceless.