Текст песни Обрядовое Состояние Погребения - Инстинкт Саморазрушения

"The instinct of self-destruction"
 
 
The path through the fog at sunset,
In the distance looking,
Devoid of hope.
Dull blades of the rivers on the gray star,
Bringing together moments - falls upwards.
 
Call of the night, the roar of the beast.
Fallen in the hope of a wounded word.
Blind hand in the reflection started
Forgotten curse of death wish.
 
The demon of the waterless desert
Sheds tears of acid rain.
Wind wake the dead of night
From sweet sleep, calling for the fight.
 
Associated pain associated with death,
A related fear.
Associated pain associated with death,
A related fear.
 
Cold heart in full flow
Rotten fate cooled forever
And all I have- it is smoke and mirrors.
The body of salt filled in dreams without the title.
 
In a stormy night sea surf
Circling dance armless Kings
In the gorges of consciousness I dance with them
And the cry of mourning again emerging.