Текст песни Nafantemar - 03. The Feast

Dead poem cold river
Sad pictures and eternal longing
Continuous development darkening peaks
The mystical power of the cursed valley

Knowledge of the soul in me fading
I hear your name in absolute silence
Ancient rites blur boundaries
Genesis distortion pages

Repetition of suffering hungry emptiness
Killed himself in the land of ugly
It turns into a pathetic rotting words
Nothing has changed since the fate of the written

Forgotten unwanted fruits of victory
Prayer will help us to avoid trouble
The fall to the bottom in the arms of dreams
grand illusion invisible hand

Chorus:
Manor diabolical feast, give them body
Rulers of the darkness to the ball, you go timidly
Fade miserable life, there is no salvation
You're no use to anybody, some anguish

Heritage sins on paper fiber
Our wisdom kills outside influence
Illumination inside I myself a stranger
I am dying on the ground with a broken heart

Dark Moon painful days
Under pressure doubts remain in the shadows
Dragging their grievances, insanity pleas
We gain the status of an invisible crowd

Abul let go! So I do not do that!
Against the will of giving a helping hand to the enemy
Show me the way to the temple to get rid of the shackles
Where people get knowledge from the gods

Moving back slowing ideas
Who will teach children misunderstood?
They abandoned and waiting for understanding other
The same lonely, forgotten, but of the living!