Текст песни Sopor Aeternus - Dead Souls
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Hidden behind merciful shadows, beyond the cruel daylight,
living to hunt and kill, we are the... damned children of the night.
Dragging our immune existence through thousands of centuries
and from dusk to dawn we suffer from our immortality.
Hosts contaminate our tombs and crosses burn our skin,
you can kill us a thousand times, but we're the ones,
who will always remain ... - In Pain ... In Pain:
"I'm the resurrection-man, who steals his own corpse
and abducts himself to the beloved catacombs and vaults".
Death and decay, cadaverous smell,
for us there's neither heaven, nor is there a hell,
and only the stigmata could be able to betray
the sombre existence of the former days.
After the dead Lover's kiss you fall into a dream,
but with your second birth you're a prince in our mournful realm.
By day, when a million suns are killing with their shine,
the cold, dark crypts are saving me ... and mine.
Death and decay, cadaverous smell,
for us there's neither heaven, nor is there a hell,
and only the stigmata could be able to betray
the sombre existence of the former days ...
Сокрытые милосердными тенями, вдали от жестокого солнечного света,
Живущие, чтобы охотиться и убивать, мы... - проклятые дети ночи,
Тысячелетиями волоча неуязвимое существование,
От заката до рассвета мы страдаем от своего бессмертия.
Толпы оскверняют наши могилы, а распятия обжигают нашу кожу.
Вы можете убивать нас бессчетное* количество раз, но мы те,
Кто всегда будет жить... - в боли...в боли:
"Я – восставший из мертвых, тот, кто крадет свой собственный труп
И насильно заточает себя в горячо любимых подземельях и склепах".
Смерь и разложение, трупный запах -
Здесь не существует ни рая, ни ада.
И только телесные раны могли бы выдать тайну
Мрачного существования прежних дней.
После мертвого поцелуя возлюбленного ты впадаешь в сон,
И после воскресения** ты – принц в нашем печальном королевстве.
Тогда, когда миллионы солнечных лучей убивают своим сиянием,
Холодные, темные крипты*** спасут меня...и мое естество...
Меня... и мое естество...
Меня... и мое естество...
Смерть и разложение, трупный запах -
Здесь не существует ни рая, ни ада.
И только телесные раны могли бы выдать тайну
Мрачного существования прежних дней...
[3 раза]
living to hunt and kill, we are the... damned children of the night.
Dragging our immune existence through thousands of centuries
and from dusk to dawn we suffer from our immortality.
Hosts contaminate our tombs and crosses burn our skin,
you can kill us a thousand times, but we're the ones,
who will always remain ... - In Pain ... In Pain:
"I'm the resurrection-man, who steals his own corpse
and abducts himself to the beloved catacombs and vaults".
Death and decay, cadaverous smell,
for us there's neither heaven, nor is there a hell,
and only the stigmata could be able to betray
the sombre existence of the former days.
After the dead Lover's kiss you fall into a dream,
but with your second birth you're a prince in our mournful realm.
By day, when a million suns are killing with their shine,
the cold, dark crypts are saving me ... and mine.
Death and decay, cadaverous smell,
for us there's neither heaven, nor is there a hell,
and only the stigmata could be able to betray
the sombre existence of the former days ...
Сокрытые милосердными тенями, вдали от жестокого солнечного света,
Живущие, чтобы охотиться и убивать, мы... - проклятые дети ночи,
Тысячелетиями волоча неуязвимое существование,
От заката до рассвета мы страдаем от своего бессмертия.
Толпы оскверняют наши могилы, а распятия обжигают нашу кожу.
Вы можете убивать нас бессчетное* количество раз, но мы те,
Кто всегда будет жить... - в боли...в боли:
"Я – восставший из мертвых, тот, кто крадет свой собственный труп
И насильно заточает себя в горячо любимых подземельях и склепах".
Смерь и разложение, трупный запах -
Здесь не существует ни рая, ни ада.
И только телесные раны могли бы выдать тайну
Мрачного существования прежних дней.
После мертвого поцелуя возлюбленного ты впадаешь в сон,
И после воскресения** ты – принц в нашем печальном королевстве.
Тогда, когда миллионы солнечных лучей убивают своим сиянием,
Холодные, темные крипты*** спасут меня...и мое естество...
Меня... и мое естество...
Меня... и мое естество...
Смерть и разложение, трупный запах -
Здесь не существует ни рая, ни ада.
И только телесные раны могли бы выдать тайну
Мрачного существования прежних дней...
[3 раза]
Hidden behind merciful shadows, beyond the cruel daylight,
damned children of the night.
Dragging our immune life through centuries
we live from our immortality.
Hosts contaminate our tombs and crosses burn our skin,
you can kill us a thousand times
who will always remain ... - In Pain ... In Pain:
"I'm the resurrection man
and abducts catacombs and vaults "
Death and decay, cadaverous smell,
he is not a heaven
the stigmata could be able to betray
the sombre existence of the former days.
After the dead lover's kiss you fall into a dream
youn’t come in our mournful realm.
By day, when a million suns are killing with their shine,
the cold crypts are saving me ... and mine.
Death and decay, cadaverous smell,
he is not a heaven
the stigmata could be able to betray
the sombre existence of the former days ...
Hidden by merciful shadows, away from cruel sunlight,
Living to hunt and kill, we ... - damned children of the night,
For millennia dragging an invulnerable existence,
From dusk to dawn, we suffer from our immortality.
Crowds defile our graves, and crucifixes burn our skin.
You can kill us countless * times, but we are the ones
Who will always live ... - in pain ... in pain:
"I am the risen from the dead, the one who steals his own corpse
And forcibly imprisons himself in his beloved dungeons and crypts. "
Death and decay, the smell of a corpse -
Here there is neither heaven nor hell.
And only bodily wounds could reveal the secret.
The dark existence of the old days.
After the dead kiss of the beloved, you fall into a dream,
And after the resurrection ** you are a prince in our sad kingdom.
Then, when millions of sunshine are killed by their radiance,
The cold, dark crypts *** will save me ... and my nature ...
Me ... and my nature ...
Me ... and my nature ...
Death and decay, corpse smell -
Here there is neither heaven nor hell.
And only bodily wounds could reveal the secret.
The gloomy existence of the old days ...
[3 times]
damned children of the night.
Dragging our immune life through centuries
we live from our immortality.
Hosts contaminate our tombs and crosses burn our skin,
you can kill us a thousand times
who will always remain ... - In Pain ... In Pain:
"I'm the resurrection man
and abducts catacombs and vaults "
Death and decay, cadaverous smell,
he is not a heaven
the stigmata could be able to betray
the sombre existence of the former days.
After the dead lover's kiss you fall into a dream
youn’t come in our mournful realm.
By day, when a million suns are killing with their shine,
the cold crypts are saving me ... and mine.
Death and decay, cadaverous smell,
he is not a heaven
the stigmata could be able to betray
the sombre existence of the former days ...
Hidden by merciful shadows, away from cruel sunlight,
Living to hunt and kill, we ... - damned children of the night,
For millennia dragging an invulnerable existence,
From dusk to dawn, we suffer from our immortality.
Crowds defile our graves, and crucifixes burn our skin.
You can kill us countless * times, but we are the ones
Who will always live ... - in pain ... in pain:
"I am the risen from the dead, the one who steals his own corpse
And forcibly imprisons himself in his beloved dungeons and crypts. "
Death and decay, the smell of a corpse -
Here there is neither heaven nor hell.
And only bodily wounds could reveal the secret.
The dark existence of the old days.
After the dead kiss of the beloved, you fall into a dream,
And after the resurrection ** you are a prince in our sad kingdom.
Then, when millions of sunshine are killed by their radiance,
The cold, dark crypts *** will save me ... and my nature ...
Me ... and my nature ...
Me ... and my nature ...
Death and decay, corpse smell -
Here there is neither heaven nor hell.
And only bodily wounds could reveal the secret.
The gloomy existence of the old days ...
[3 times]