Текст песни Антракт - Гнилая Плоть

Rotten flesh

The sun is setting, the alarm in his rays.
Burning clots rhythmically pounding in his temples.
Poison damned stench rises.
Sweet spreads a carpet on the ground
Rotten flesh.
All that was left of the living and warm,
Hands, eyes, heart, soul and mind.
Drink and will dry, making the likeness
Their bodies, and will leave the tomb
Rotten flesh.
That is not what life becomes death.
What lives after death brings fear.
One in whom there is no fear, destroys the cage,
He who is free from the shackles, keeps life in his hands.
Everything
One outcome.
Flesh and blood -
All rot.
Rotten flesh.
Rotten flesh.
Everything
One outcome.
Flesh and blood -
All rot.