Текст песни Limbonic Art - Suicide Commando
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В тени мирских честолюбивых желаний
Вижу я жизнь и смерть, и их ужасный конфликт
И как свет убивает то, что создано тьмой
В вечном пути по темным рекам моего сердца
Через безжизненные наслоения и планетарное разложение
В порочном кругу угасания
Душа находит свой способ забвения
В черноте тоски только грех – вечен
Как самоцвет моего сердца, эфирно-ночной
В глубоких, черных как смоль залах тьмы
Безжалостный зла пантеон жаждет самоуничтожения
И только когда все грани любви погублены
Только тогда – в силах ты ощутить пустоту
И сердцем достичь Запредельного
Тиран в душе и во плоти, боль, – нечестивая владычица
Церемонией смерти земной ты совершаешь признание ей
Следуй голосам ночи, и в бесконечном сне ты обретешь убежище от света
Во власти тьмы был день, когда рожден ты,
И даже вечера темнее, когда ты вырван был (из жизни когтей)
Умри же в муках во имя вечной мистерии тьмы
Умри с тихими спазмами свободы крика
Жизнь – всего лишь зараза бессмыслия
In the shadows of the world's ambitions
I see life and death, in an enormous collision
Light destroys, what dark creates
Forever floating, the dark rivers of the heart.
Lifeless drifting, in an orbital decay.
A vicious circle of extinction
The soul reaches the state oblivion
In blackness of sorrow, the sin is immortal.
The diamond of the heart, is pure nocturnal.
In the deep pitch black halls of darkness.
The cruel high-council of evil, demands self destruction.
All the aspects of love, must be undone.
Only then one can feel, the emptiness,
As the cold heart reaches beyond.
Tyrant in soul and flesh, pain is the unholy mistress.
Rites in earthly death, for darkness you confess.
Follow the voices of the night, in endless sleep you'll hide from light.
Dark was the day you were born, even darker on that eve you were torn.(From life)
Die in martyrium, for darkness endless mysterium.
Die in silent spasms of screaming.
Life is infected by no meaning. "The Command to Suicide"
In the shadow of worldly ambitious desires
I see life and death, and their terrible conflict
And how the light kills what is created by darkness
In the eternal path through the dark rivers of my heart
Through lifeless layers and planetary decomposition
In a vicious circle of extinction
The soul finds its way of forgetfulness
In the blackness of anguish, only sin is eternal
Like the gem of my heart, ethereal-night
In the deep, pitch-black halls of darkness
Ruthless evil pantheon craves self-destruction
And only when all the facets of love are ruined
Only then - can you feel the emptiness
And with the heart to reach beyond
Tyrant in the soul and in the flesh, pain, - unholy mistress
By the ceremony of the death of the earth you make a confession to her
Follow the voices of the night, and in an endless dream you will find shelter from the light
In the power of darkness was the day when you were born,
And even the evenings are darker when you were torn out (from the life of claws)
Die in torment in the name of the eternal mystery of darkness
Die with quiet cramping freedom of screaming
Life - just an infection of senselessness
In the shadows of the world's ambitions
I see life and death, in an enormous collision
Light destroys, what dark creates
Forever floating, the dark rivers of the heart.
Lifeless drifting, in an orbital decay.
A vicious circle of extinction
The soul reaches the state oblivion
In blackness of sorrow, the sin is immortal.
The diamond of the heart, is pure nocturnal.
In the deep pitch black halls of darkness.
The cruel high-council of evil, demands self destruction.
All the aspects of love, must be undone.
Only then can one feel, the emptiness,
As the cold heart reaches beyond.
Tyrant in the soul and flesh, pain is the unholy mistress.
Rites in earthly death, for darkness you confess.
Follow the voices of the night.
Dark was the day you were born, even darker on that eve you were torn. (From life)
Die in martyrium, for darkness endless mysterium.
Die in silent spasms of screaming.
Life is infected by a meaning.
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