Текст песни gillia - Смерть короля

"Oh, boundless, sad, desolate Golgotha, Oh Mill of Death!
Why was the Living One sent there, endowed with consciousness, all alone?
Why - there is no Devil?
He is not, unless the Devil is your God. "
Thomas Carlisle.

Shovels are sharpened and faith is absorbing pain ...
The digging hands are rubbing calluses ...
But He is only a meek Child, arm in arm with fate (He is not any ...)
But love is dead and therefore the king is dead ...

[Verse 1]
The shovels are washed with a narrow strip of love ...
The cross is dug in the faith, rigid, but flat ...
Soon the white sheet will cover the skin of the body ...
Reap your faith even though it's not ripe ...
It's young in your fingers ... cold ...
Chill your morals for no reason ...
Without wires, farewell was washed by the tears of widows ...
He is alone ... and He is only a chain of chains ...
Throw stones ... He will catch them ... Come on ...
Get high ... because that's what you need it for ...
Look up the vultures are already circling ...
The jacket is good, but ... but pull the tie tighter ...
Feed this cloth with sorrow ... Bottom
Your frontal hell is His food ...
Calvary is a haven ... the hands of the digging
Inward, things only worsen: true, prophetic ...
Defectors of heaven have long changed their skin color ...
God, I know you can do it faster than you can ...
What are you waiting for, because it is pinned to the cross ...
Even the vultures know the King is dead ...

[Verse 2]
The narrow fruit of love, baptized by Golgotha,
Became a pyramid of forbidden debts ...
Brand Newborn Looms ...
The inscription on the banknote above the clouds ...
The price of rent, for abdicating the throne
In time, it grows according to the established laws ...
And the arrow flies like a lump at the transparent mentor ...
Do you always have the right to say "no" and this is the main thing?
The main thing is that there is no right itself ... and it's true ...
A game without rules ... Morality without morals ...
The search for truth is dumb and the listings give the hidden meaning:
"The cross is as wooden as it is embedded ..."
The paper is silent ... only the cries of the mourners are languid ...
"What if God were the devil?"
The scream would become chaos ... and quieted down ... you were caught
The moment when it's time ... to forgive ...
His life has become a focal point in your life ...
Polls have shown that the cross is securely embedded ...
There is no cause for concern.
Blood came out ... with a slogan to keep His covenant forever ...

[Verse 3]
Follow this path ...
It is impossible to say "stop" ... you have to go ...
Everything is an invented path that we follow ...
Hope is the root of your sweetness, unknown ...
It is possible to stop the flying stone ... (but no)
The world bowed down and took this tribute for granted ...
After all, the world is only a slave to its own path of creation ...
Well, love is buried in meek suffering ...
Well, sharpen the shovels, dig in the cross ...
Since you don't see any other means ...
Since other means do not answer pleas ...
Fate has chosen its son of fate ...
The clay heart of heaven does not bleed ...
But in fact, the Lord is not silent ...
He always gives answers ... And you don't see them just ...
After all, they are constantly in the form of questions ...

[outro]
Hands digging deep
The hands of those who dig the firmament
Digging hands inside
Hands giving birth to death ...