Текст песни Забвение Пророка - Лукавый Господин

With every drop of sweet poison
Poisons itself from within.
Do not feel death breathing nearby.
Exhaust itself, if you are not afraid of suffering.

And so, with every drop you closer to sunset
Die prozhzhennaya flesh.
You stand with lifeless eyes
And do not try to overcome yourself.

Every day Lacan fine swipes
And the severity of dies for a moment.
Blood began to poison, you do not hurt,
You do not notice how lost a human face ...

Friends disappear one after the other
You do not feel this guilt
Now your life is Lord.
And with him you fall to the bottom

Choking and not feeling more happiness,
Fatal you taste throat.
Until his last breath captivated imaginary passion
You do not know, but the days are numbered.

Unable you remember how started
Oblivion date with poison
Missing that moment when the body surrendered,
And died of a blank stare.
You have forgotten. Forgotten and the whole world.
Rotted soul. And lost idol.
And lost the illusion of the world, fall from the eyes blurred,
But late, alas, you fell off a cliff, the darkness swallow you forever.