by Iprit

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записано в феврале 2012


released April 27, 2014




Iprit Russian Federation

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Track Name: Укрыться в темноте
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
Track Name: Dancing in shackles
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
Track Name: Black and white portraits
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