Текст песни Gray Angels - XXXIII - Посмертные Угрызения

When you calm down in a harsh silence,
Under black marble, my gloomy angel,
And the pit is dark, and the cramped crypt is damp
Will turn out to be your estate and alcove

And courtesans chest under the stone cover
From sighs and passions he will find peace,
And they will not entail a fortune-telling path
You are your feet following new desires,

The attorney of my never-ending dream
The grave - she alone is given to understand the poet! -
Whispers to you in the night: "What did you guess,
Imperfect, and with what it warmed me now,

Despising everything that they yearn for in paradise? "
And regret - a worm - will cry into your flesh.