Текст песни Sedation - Письмо мёртвого поэта

He lived in the embrace of the cold silence,
I love it to death again and again wrote about her poems.
The vaults of the temple of the output string.
Sunsets and sunrises alone met.
With tears in his eyes, he tortured himself,
But again, his hands cut into the bloodstream,
Changing life to a dead love.

In the temple, a forgotten dream demons
Revived the play by the poet,
Free from the shackles of death,
Night obey the role of the plot.
Dark Dance, immortality oppression.
Torture and executions offended life.
Blood and fire, tears and ice.
Chapter by chapter painted with a brush.

He is helpless and weak, he bought, but lost
What he was looking for, but did not find that remembering and forgetting.
He lost in the void, in love with death stayed with her,
In a fit of passion, without ideas, without reflections and shadows.

Reading these lines, my heart shrinks from the pain, what have you done crazy.

Merge century in a mad dance of twins
You see in the reflection has not lived worlds
As one all Seda
Faces are distorted
All wilted flowers
All canvases are burned