Текст песни My Aprils - Твой дом.Твоя могила.Твоё...

Once dead, the living after the death of God
We are looking for his shadow in the stream of illusions, a sleeping world
We live in a world of total substitution
In the world of numbers and ghosts
In a world where all the words were erased and lost their meaning.
The era of the profane, the era of intolerable banality of existence,
Kingdom of the banal, to chant his own emptiness.
The spirit finally left this world
Time is compressed, there is no longer time, there is no space
Agony of nothingness, the spirit of fertility hovers over an orphaned land
Doomed to experience the last of loneliness
Fear fills the soul
Everything is!
Opened last secrets
Wind from the abyss scorches our face
Who said that?
I ask you who?
Answer me!

Wind from the abyss scorches our face
Who said that?
I ask you who?
Answer me!