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Innocence withdrawn in fear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Innocence withdrawn in fear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; exhausted remains & quot;
Silent Scream - is broken and torn.
Sanctification - that's life despicable.
Innocent go into the fire.
For colder nights and nearing dusk.
But I do not see any light,
Just unreal range of colors,
Which attracts my eyes,
Thou hast neither visible nor tangible.
Broken and scattered - remnants of life,
What is extracted out of nowhere,
What was found in the void,
Inside the emptiness that I nursed.
I manage the pain - all my life I have drunk to the dregs.
Cherished melancholy splendor,
Always and ever - the heavens seem so unreal.
If I had wings - I would just,
If I had horns - then fire showed me cry,
Laughing and crying - a paltry remnants.
There is no future and no past,
No one foresight -
The end would come so quickly.
And I will stretch a hand to this ocean of despair:
Let my soul in hell.