Текст песни: Waiting for the Death + перевод

I feel strange little space

Gloomy darkness, chill and dump

My body makes no move

The preception’s getting weak

The feelings are getting paralysed

The blood is getting curdled

I’m dying

These are the last minutes

Of my living

Absolute silence

Absolute darkness

I’m dying here for 666 day

Rotten wooden pieces

Are falling down

To my dead body

Worms are devouring my past

And my soul’s waiting

For roots of the flowers

Which could satisfy my sleep

And which could destroy nasty

Wooden box

To which I’ve been thrown off

I see the tomb with my name

I don’t have any fleshy clothes

I know my soul

Lives in another dimension

I watch the happenings on a terrible cemetery

On this enclosed piece of ground

I see the occasional groups

Of living mourning people

It’s a sign of eternal oblivion

My soul has no place in people’s hearts

I do not see anyone standing at my memorial

There are no traces left after the tears and sorrow

I’m here alone

My soul still exists

I’ll be waiting for the time

When someone’s heart

Will suffer for the pain

The memories will get back

Then, at the rain

Under the gloomy sky

I will contently end up My being…

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