Текст песни Tartharia - Баллада о смерти

The gates are tightly closed
Maybe it's a dream?
She whispers a song about death
And the dog scrolls in unison
Stuffed cold heart
In flickering lampad
The bunches rushed into the windows,
She happened
Ancient rite
Impossible dreams by shoulders
Unprecedented in my mind
And the bumps are swinging like
Hands and faces they have
Scraps of unknown words
Heard gray walls
And it was her face
White Ocean Foam
She sang a song about death
My moans echo her
In the dark, outside the window he was heard
Howl dog draw
Blood Taste Salt Sea
On hot gubah
Taste of the close death of my
She has
Unknown faces appeared from drunk hassle haze
The last thing I saw is only the shadow of non-existent steps.