Deafened in this decadent world, I tried to believe that one day peace would be real Automaton in my consciousness I got an obvious evidence that peace is ephemeral
In an incommensurable crisis I feel morbid spasms, when I realized that is changeless this our decay Thirsty for to judge to guilt who will shout the torturous cry, when misfortune is present? The Witch is dead! And it's useless to seek answers in unresponsive realities No more people left for you to blame on at the twilight of your uncertainties the tragic augury, the woes of harvests
Hateful of this fetid existence I live a frenzy psychasthenia By seeing the human tragedy In all its misery and decay Rotting beings who still return To their nefarious ancestor insignificance
I feel an inexpressible disgust of your hypocrisy consistent with the dismal old idols propagators of reality inert The Witch is dead! And it's useless to seek answers in unresponsive realities To which gods will you appeal when not done by actions the correction of yours mistakes? You live the fool giddy addiction of trying to procrastinate in vain the lurid peace which you cannot escape Together in this lust of incest in this funereal slow step you already start to demonstrate the elements of time The Witch is dead! And it's useless to seek answers in unresponsive realities
The Witch is dead! And it's useless to seek answers in unresponsive realities No more people left for you to blame on At the twilight of your uncertainties the tragic augury, the woes of harvests
Este olhar que carrego profundo e frio faz parte de um rosto de sofrimento tortuoso e doentio Do ar da solidão eterna no qual se esvai a vida de amor à ilusão, da esperança a desesperança. Resta-me apenas a ruína do tempo a trazer-me a debilidade física Enquanto a minha alma sucumbe à espera de uma alcova fria
Just like part of this promiscuous and sad world I feel maintained each anguish in me Instead of me, there are others to cry in my place the sadness of cold days that end
I untie me from this horrible and agonizing substance called life By viewing the evening shadows cover the day
Before you see unfortunate by these invisible beliefs Of indefinable realities The memory fades with time As well as this empty existence Even if you do not believe thou You will see yourself die, and also everything you love And this is the only certainty you cannot discourse. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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