Текст песни Furva Ambiguitas - На Дне Реки

Infinite water surface, it holds my body, and around others, many thousands of others. Madness. Some resist the waves, wallowing, screaming, others without a murmur and quickly go with the flow. Still others are immobilized swaying in place, looking around, someone is sinking or drowning, someone is drifting or dead. And I'm tired of the hustle and bustle of the smell of eternal water, monotonous, even with all the colors of the world inside. I struggle, I overcome the resistance of the water wall, sink to the bottom, voluntarily, consciously. There, in the depths, darkness and beauty, all the mysteries of the world and somewhere on the bottom - the meaning of the sacred, the great secret, the answer to all my questions, the key to the secrets of consciousness. Freedom from all troubles - to find him.

Oremus Mori! Odium vita est!

Die and rest, lonely wanderer!
Let you go free, so go, go!
Come back to the land of eternal night!
Do not get lost in the Way! On my way!

Forget the way back! Leave
In the past, traces on the snow
They lead to the house, but not to yours!
They belong to God, but they will be swept away.
Throw, trample, erase from memory

Caeca invidia est!

The snow melts and flows away in rivers and into the seas!
Until the time comes to pray for your gloomy face.

And those that threw stones at your back,
They will rise and go after you.
Those that repaired bloody persecution
Come and fall down before you.

Yes, damn the day when the Force did not give
Perish the world of faceless ignoramuses!
The prison of your perfection!
The cause of all troubles and hopes.

Revelation - yes damned with great punishment
The senselessness of peace,
What allowed the lowest to occupy the heavens.
What lowered all the sacraments deep down
Doomed to exile and imprisonment.
Get up Look around!
The sunset is burning - the black sun is rising!

The burden is the key to finding strength.
Sleep, torture of life, ignorance of the circle around.
A loyal friend and foe is a whitish portrait,
In the blackness of the glass that rainy night
Washed in the rain. And burns to the ground
Hypocritical afternoon.

Curse of life!

The essence of time and life is a stone at the bottom that hides the silt.
And here, without genuine thought, a fall in favor of a sudden
Eternity is branded, they say, it is not,
Where winter is white, black snow is a metaphor, and whenever you want,
Burning with fire. The revelation of the madman read the body,
And they searched for meaning in it, but in vain. Vanity and ashes.
Curse of life!

What is left - to look in the song of the wind of the night
Your voices ...
That cry to rise and take the fight.
Duel for death, for silent peace.

Oremus Mori! Odium vita est!
Curse of life!

So die, rest, lonely wanderer!
Go free, go go!
Come back home - in the country of eternal night!
Do not get lost in the Way!
Forget the way back!

Look into the night distance
Do not be afraid to stretch your hands into Darkness.
You will be heard and found.
After all, you walk along the bottom of the river.

After all, you walk along the bottom of the river.
We all walk along the bottom of the river ...