Текст песни культура курения - Обскур II

I look
Into the icy darkness

And sounds
Funeral march,
And my look now
So cold.

I look
Into the icy darkness

Take on an evil burden
My disappointed friend
Time is troubled on your watch
You yourself have closed this circle.

Peer into the looking glass
To the seas and oceans
Into the endless dark forest
Into my deep wounds

The stomp of broken legs
Barking dead dogs
It's nowhere and nothing
This is nobody and nothing.

Do you hear me?
Answer!
I know that all this is death.