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by Iprit

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1.
превосходство над старым порядком мертвых правил впитавшихся в кровь это то, чего мы добивались разбиваясь о камни вновь и вновь образ сгоревшего мира остался навсегда в наших старых сердцах галерея помутневших пейзажей нарисованных сажей на камнях тысячи причин укрыться в темноте испачкаться в пыли, копившейся годами лишь ненависть и страх нам придавали сил цепляться за край света обеими руками от бессилия упали на землю от усталости ломит в костях стало не о чем спорить и скоро будет поздно о чем-то мечтать мы обрушили небо на землю разорвали его на куски я зароюсь по горло в песок, чтобы видеть лишь самое важное без движения, как манекен, промолчу, умирая от жажды
2.
the ritual of hatred for men without faces wounded and cursed, ignorant and blind winners of past days are now at the bottom of life like a flock of sheep led to the slaughterhouse to meet the pitiful fate being a piece of meat thousands deadmen damned by the gods with golden eyes and stone souls march on a road toward horizon leaving behind this world of the despised slavery of pride, triumph addiction dancing in shackles around fresh graves abandoned generation awaken from the lethargy walk in a fog by circles and seek the destiny everlasting peace no more than just a dream hands stained with blood will never be washed hanged men on trees and piles of skulls stand as a milestones along our way walk straight to strong arms of the death condemned to be punished by butcher's hands the last drop of blood in the ocean of grief endless and quite, where we all will drown
3.
stand still and think about the time about dead people and wasted lives somebody will draw the last seconds of life eyes full of pain, mouths with silent cry portraits of the dead painted in black and white brighter than the sun they won't see anymore the last one of those who could stand till the end despite all the loses, despite all the pain you painted this face in the light of a flame distorted with pain and scorched black skin let me be there and watch you draw to be the witness while my eyes still can see I will engrave names on the tombstones names of those who is ready to fall and arise

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записано в феврале 2012

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released April 27, 2014

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