Текст песни Mizantropia - Сон Затерянных Во Мраке

Hardly heard, step by step,
Climbing the alignments
Moonlight slips, flows
He will show, he will tell
About the dug grave,
Desecrated Hearts
The wind is a moaning of hell
We will be told, we will be told
Dream of the lost in darkness
All visions of emptiness
Hides the fire signs
In the silvery ponds ...

In the rays of the setting sun,
In the fires of dying days
I curse myself godlessly,
Bending over your grave

In which of the Lun you wake up,
You will return from a gloomy silence,
Depth of ice well
Your ungainly soul

The demons whispered to me in a whisper,
And the angels read the psalms,
They are miraculous shadows,
They are the product of darkness

Erupting at sunset, whether moaning, or howling
Danced in a black dress, lost peace
Everything was spinning in a wild waltz, all shouting "do not ruin!"
Only a whisper, a quiet whisper is heard somewhere behind

And the moon ascended to heaven according to the stages of being
And on the couch of a madman the child quietly cried ...

Stigmatized me that it was vicious
I have exchanged life for love,
That the dark heart is so juicy,
That life without end and beginning,

But they are not given the lie
All truths of holy writing
Why all the empty courtesy,
You're dead, and I'm waiting for repentance

They all do not understand that it is so difficult
Loving and fighting worms
It's impossible to escape death
The wrists are nailed.

Erupting at sunset, whether moaning, or howling
Danced in a black dress, lost peace
Everything was spinning in a wild waltz, all shouting "do not ruin!"
Only a whisper, a quiet whisper is heard somewhere behind

Not dreaming of forgiveness
The whole cut itself
Repeating renunciation
I hugged that child

And my hands have become obsolete
With your innocent blood
And forever the eyelids closed
Under the cold of the eyes of God

Do you hear !? I curse myself
For the fact that in the cold earth
I do not torture my flesh
Not my name on the plate ...

Oh, late, so late, my love
Disappear with drops of tears
And there is no justification for those forces,
Playing shards of dreams ...

Hardly heard, step by step,
Climbing the alignments
Moonlight slips, flows
The wind is a moaning of hell
We will be told, we will be told
Dream of the lost in darkness