Текст песни Дэва Юн - Макабр

Macabre (Dance of Death)

The barrel of your words at my temple
I have nowhere to hide
Further darker
The clear lens of the eye into the soul is a splinter to me
All this for show, But in private

Worse at times ...
Worse Thunderstorms
It will not be better for us
I'm sailing in the waves
The masses dance the waltz
Body movements fake
Chorus:
I'm afraid to stay
I'm afraid to leave
I'll cool here
On the halfway
In his routine
What not to pass me
And do not be saved

Chains on my neck, weave them into braids
The masses dance the waltz
We are macabre dance
Squeeze my bones, braid yours in them
To the river canal veins
In the current in my head

Worse at times ...
I need you
It will not be better for us
I'm sailing in the waves
The masses dance the waltz
Body movements fake
Chorus:
I'm afraid to stay
I'm afraid to leave
I'll cool here
On the halfway
In his routine
What not to pass me
And do not be saved to us