Текст песни Театр Яда и Theodor Bastard - Подлые Шелка

lying in cadaveric fever
head propped up
at the edge of blindness
echoing
alone
wolf

silence
corpse labor:
innumerable horrors swarm:
tight sticky eyes
omniscience

laughing incomplete
the final ones are enriched,
falling down,
hammering in salt
their sorrowful
skin silks.
under all the veils
glass angels shine

werewolves around you
with a rat feather at the ready,
snide bustle with cotton
soundless wings
propping up Thy subterranean skies-
countless mixtures,
destroying the happy
resurrecting
coal beasts of despair
in a moment
the only saturation,
in which "after" and "before"
fall off by themselves,
like sucked leeches.

it hurts me sickly and follow and refuse -
intolerably alive awakens