Текст песни Икар - Рождение трагедий

Hardly appeared, you're already too late
your first gift - a touch of death.
Every step you take, everything created
crumbling ashes, covered with ashes.
Here there is no movement other than forward,
we do not come out of this circle.
As dry leaves fall off,
carpeting the hills around,
litter so once we do,
watching each other's death.