похоронная песня - Tales From The Inverted Womb
текст песни

About alas! Listen, my friend,
About the beauty of grave plates,
Whose dejection of violets
Light stained -down Bereditis.
There flowers have long faded,
Their fragility beckons to themselves,
But the perfume is doing everything,
As a secret, which is not disclosed,
Like a dream, a memory,
What is stored in the crypt
Waiting for that moment
When they remember him again.
Maybe someone will be a guest
Who wants to become free
From madness, illness,
That he is not able to understand.
His sign is the confusion,
What gives rise to a heavy moan -
After all, it is constantly in my head
He hears the songs of the dead.
His search for silence,
His thirst for silence
Will bring him underground
A secret path of eternal darkness,
Where he will find, shuddering,
In horror embraced all,
There, behind the black door ... do you hear? ..
Something sleeps calmly here.
This is a small child
The dead boy is lying here.
He is so fragile ... so scared ...
So sad light Lanit ...