Текст песни Грюм - Смерть эпохи

<< Death of an era >>


I

People fade with boredom
Light was pleased with darkness
This life has a strange taste
Teaches through fingers to pass
tons of sand.

Out of this comes
Endless desert
She's paranoid
looking for sacraments


In endless obstacles
Endless freedom
An echoing rustle carries
Cry of the Dead Era

Executioner's head cut off
The body was locked up in a dungeon
And the madness of the shadow
Still being pulled into the grave

Dust and acrid wind
Walking in the desert
Birds take off their wings
It's easier for them without them

They fall into the abyss
But in their eyes the takeoff
It's a long fall
Pallet too

Swooping down on the plates
Fossilized centuries
This is evil, good power
Or just laziness

The wind knocked out of my lungs
Depth of breath
The labor is over
The era died


II

Poured into granite
For eternal memory
For the crucifixion of lies
Conscience melted

Castle borehole
Exudes a stench
Someone else's gaze ...
(That's disgusting)

Heaven brings
Spasm of awareness
Asks for mercy
Or remorse

Stars on it
These are the hammered nails
The heights are driven under
Coffin lid

And floated on the lid
Clouds, alien graves
In them hell plays with truth
Through your fingers
water leaks

Tears of a dead psyche
Era and essence
Drowning your ideas
To the river of mud and mud

It would be so funny
If only it was not sad
Rip a smile to blood
In the antics of an empty form

Invest in the gills of dreams
Throat down the throat
And be silent until spring
Over the grave of the era