Текст песни Obsidian - Застолье Мертвецов

Spacious dark room filled with dead silence,
There idle table is set, and glasses of wine
Sit, if forgotten to go home,
As if suddenly covered bed.
Who rolled his eyes, who rested his head on the table.
Perhaps hop today is not on their side was?
But the face of unhealthy shade blue,
No one says and does not move in sleep.

In the shadow of the eye was someone's little secret.
Long edge of the cup from the mouth of anyone not to leave,
And so it was intoxicating drink is sweet bouquet,
What flavor stranger in it no one noticed.
Were friendly debate sheds loud laughter,
Barely discernible through the noise piano playing.
Did not drink wine and revelry was not only one of all:
All looked at his watch, he seemed to be waiting for something.

And bustling holiday met unexpected end.
The one who so carefully filled glasses,
By suffering, as was the winning crown
Last moan enemy whose life he had just robbed.
Only the candles burn out and find it all.
Unable to keep the mad laughter,
He sits at the head of the feast of the dead,
Hoped to avoid revenge.