Текст песни Заир - В Прозе Инфернального Реализма

"The infernal prose realism"
 
Mental perversion.
Artificial suffering.
No Exit, the entrance is closed
And I fall down.
The sounds of a brass band
Under the direction of love,
Under the direction of hope.
 
Abnormal creation
Architecture human spirit.
 
Eternal conclusion in prose infernal realism
And we do not wake up, we do not wake up.
 
In dusty pockets of his intellect
I'll find the truth and realized a bloody court
Above the truth; we will win the truth.
 
The holy virgin kill me
His false compassion
And kiss my lips
Slaughter, the mouth of the slaughter.