Текст песни Кроатон - Паноптикум

PANOPTICUM

In the bowels of a million millennia
In the realm of failed interjections,
Where the grass is white and the clouds are red
Where is the scope of the lost consonants.
Millions of thousands of statues
They endlessly honor the moment of sobbing.
Frozen souls like a stone -
Reicharov invisible harbor.
Panopticon.

There are no movements, but death alone
Life eats with a thin hand.
Teeth smash on marble
Life is not amenable lady.
But stubborn death is only eternity.
The head pounds with revenge
Tearing white lips into blood
Liquefying crooked teeth in the dust.
Panopticon.