Текст песни Истерический Сон - Праздник Плоти

The exposed flesh
This is the door to another world,
Taken knife
A sign that I was there
Solemnly marching
The open door
I admit to his house
Fantastic Light
Come and die,
Do not leave anything,
And the missing
Solution in a vacuum
Through the eyes full of pain
And the clarity of mind
Will gain the whole point
In the last minutes

Coming death -
Birth seeing eye
What instantly closeness
Obeying goal
And in an instant
Crumbling visible world
During a leave
Void and acute pain

Do you hear a soft knock?
Close the door tightly!
Look out your window
... and behold !!
As the dead body lies at the threshold
As the snow slowly falls in February
As reflected in the eyes of the desert
From the window of the incident light!

Go
Behind me
By the grave
His
Look
Like me
Dancing
It
Breaking
Cooker
Dabbed
The land
Captured
Your corpse
Left to rot
On the ground

At the celebration of the flesh
Raged shower
Released
Dec body
All forgotten
You are no more
Something dead builds
His new world

And it will wander through the frozen ground
Hoping to find a new body
Upivshis enough heat to keep warm
Again die never having been alive
And once again I see you
I'll meet you hysterical laughter
I see in your eyes at the very moment
The corpse on the ground, covered by snow