Текст песни Abigor - 8 - Exhausted Remnants
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8. Exhausted Remnants Silent screams – beaten and torn Sanctify – this life of scorn Innocence withdrawn in fear Night grows cold and twilight's near But the light I see is none Just a spectrum of unreal colours Which appears before my eyes For you neither to see, nor to feel Shattered scattered – remnants of life What can be extracted from nothing What can be found within the emptiness Within the emptiness from which I am fed I deal in pain – All life I drain Cherished the grandeur of melancholy Always and never – the skylme seems so unreal If I had wings would I be forgiven If I had horns would there be flames to show my cry Laughing and crying – nothing remains No future and no past No one could foresee The end has come so fast And I reach my hand towards this ocean of despair To grant my soul a lifetime in hell "Исчерпанные останки" Безмолвный крик – разбит и разорван. Освящение – это жизнь презренных. Невинные идут в огонь. К ночи холодает и близятся сумерки. Но я не вижу никакого света, Просто спектр нереальных цветов, Который притягивает мои глаза, Тобою ни видимый, ни осязаемый. Разбиты и разбросаны – остатки жизни, Что извлечена из ниоткуда, Что была найдена в пустоте, Внутри пустоты, которой я вскормлен. Я распоряжаюсь болью – всю жизнь я выпил до дна. Взлелеянный великолепием меланхолии, Всегда и никогда – небеса кажутся таким нереальными. Если бы у меня были крылья – я бы простил, Если бы у меня были рога – тогда бы огнём показал мой крик, Смеющийся и плачущий – ничтожные остатки. Нет будущего и нет прошлого, Нет одного предвиденья – Конец придёт так быстро. И я простру руку к этому океану отчаяния: Позволь моей душе пребывать в аду. |
8. Exhausted Remnants
Silent screams - beaten and torn
Sanctify - this life of scorn
Innocence withdrawn in fear
Night grows cold and twilight's near
But the light I see is none
Just a spectrum of unreal colours
Which appears before my eyes
For you neither to see, nor to feel
Shattered scattered - remnants of life
What can be extracted from nothing
What can be found within the emptiness
Within the emptiness from which I am fed
I deal in pain - All life I drain
Cherished the grandeur of melancholy
Always and never - the skylme seems so unreal
If I had wings would I be forgiven
If I had horns would there be flames to show my cry
Laughing and crying - nothing remains
No future and no past No one could foresee
The end has come so fast
And I reach my hand towards this ocean of despair
To grant my soul a lifetime in hell
& quot; Depleted remains of & quot;
Silent Scream - battered and torn .
Consecration - a despicable life .
Innocent go into the fire.
At night it gets cold and nearing dusk .
But I do not see any light ,
Simply unrealistic range of colors,
That attracts my eyes ,
Thee, neither visible nor palpable .
Broken and scattered - the remnants of life,
That is extracted from nowhere,
What was found in the void,
Inside the emptiness that I nursed .
I manage the pain - all my life I drank to the dregs.
Cherished by the splendor of melancholy,
Always and ever - heaven seemed so unreal.
If I had wings - I would forgive ,
If I had horns - then it would fire showed me cry ,
Laughing and crying - a paltry remnants .
There is no future and no past,
No one foresight -
End will come so quickly.
And I will stretch out his hand to this ocean of despair :
Let my soul dwell in hell.