Текст песни Vigilia - Пролепсис. Чумная Яма

Those who are born in the plague pit
No proceedings before the sun.
For them, the sun does not shine,
It is - like a cry in the dark midnight.

Those who were born in the plague pit
Alive eaten by worms -
Whitish, fatty stars
Eyeless, like the ghosts of your broken window.

Those who were born in the plague pit
Quickly buried by pouring lime.
See how it bubbles
Greedy, hissing mass in your eyelashes stuck together,
Do your lips charred,
Do your eyes flowing.

Those born in the plague pit
Covered with lichen silent pain.
Instead of tears in them - boiling resin,
Black as hatred.

Hatred of those who have hope.
Hope just walk away
Silently and imperceptibly away.

Those who live in the plague pit
Would be better if they died,
And their pupils would not see these
Crimson spots, rashes cadaveric
On tsepeneyuschem child's body.
They go to sleep - every man to his grave,

And I would have stopped the beating of their hearts,
If my mind is not vyel slop flies
They are so many that can not see the sky
The plague pit ...