Текст песни Lucifugum - Зыблема и потoпима

I will not know my own kind
Knowledge greed for two hungry
I will feed to break them again
Now all that remains is to knock down that door

The basis is the fear of eternal life
To the aid - a handful of ashes for all
I'll splash on the trail, I'll splash into the light
In the womb of a female you rot

On the coffin, if from the pine forest
And a soul from a man in rods
The last ones will be buried in the spring
So that the first stench penetrates deeper

The price tag on the soul is smoothed, dried
I would look in the eyes, but the ears are blocked
I would say it myself, but others are silent
It is good for a child to breathe by candlelight

I dreamed that the walls were not smooth
So that the corridor does not end with a tent
Well for everyone, but the mug is yours
Hung on a branch, but took off from the cross

The breath that came out of the throat higher
A miracle for smerds, moisture for worms
With the wisdom of a mouse running along the roof
The flesh is grateful to the sacred nails