Текст песни Obsidian - Застолье Мертвецов

Spacious dark room filled with dead silence,
There idle table is set , and glasses of wine
Sit , if forgotten to go home ,
As if suddenly covered bed.
Who rolled his eyes , who rested his head on the table .
Perhaps hop today is not on their side was ?
But the face of unhealthy shade blue,
No one says and does not move in sleep.

In the shadow of the eye was someone's little secret .
Long edge of the cup from the mouth of anyone not to leave ,
And so it was intoxicating drink is sweet bouquet,
What flavor stranger in it no one noticed .
Were friendly debate sheds loud laughter ,
Barely discernible through the noise piano playing .
Did not drink wine and revelry was not only one of all :
All looked at his watch , he seemed to be waiting for something .

And bustling holiday met unexpected end .
The one who so carefully filled glasses ,
By suffering, as was the winning crown
Last moan enemy whose life he had just robbed .
Only the candles burn out and find it all.
Unable to keep the mad laughter ,
He sits at the head of the feast of the dead ,
Hoped to avoid revenge .