Текст песни Урфин Джус - Пожиратель

Devourer of all passions, sorrows and vanity,
The one waiting at the table for seasoning food is you.
People are scurrying around, everyone is happy to carry
Even your head on a platter, if a whim comes to you.

You've been sitting at the table of fate for many years
You consume your lunch year after year.
People are scurrying around, everyone is happy to carry
Even your head on a platter, if a whim comes to you.

The table is covered with mountains of scraps,
The servants scattered, the feast was over;
The air was filled with evil
You knew, you knew, you knew.
The feast was very long - you are tired.
The end must come.

Your drinking speech sounds into the void
The one who could save you does not come.
The timid angel is your guardian - and is afraid and trembling,
If the black crow flies his way.

The table is covered with mountains of scraps,
The servants scattered, the feast was over;
The air was filled with evil
You knew, you knew, you knew.
The feast was very long - you are tired.
The end must come.

Three are knocking on the door, the lock is knocked down,
A stretcher and an ax were brought;
The air was filled with evil
You knew, you knew, you knew.
The feast was very long - you are tired.
The end must come.