Kripta nyílik,
A szerkezet fáradt
Melege nincs,
Csak hideget áraszt,
Távoli partokra
Vetett hitem alkonya
A gép pihen,
Az alkotó elrohad,
Fogaskerekek Fogai törnek,
Megkadályozom,
Ha közéjük férek
Vad elé vetett
Csapdák ridege,
Majd kikerüli azokat
Egy másik időben
A dárda fúródik,
Megfeszül az izom
Megsebzett teste
Amit az erdő körbefon
Egy tiszta rendszernek
Kell újjá éleszteni,
Nem akarom a pióca
Belében végezni
Vágyakkal töltött
A most üvege,
Magasztos gyógyszer
Keveredése
Szél-szerelem repíti Illata létét,
Nem akarom érezni A jövőm bűzét
/ Traps
The crypt opening
The construct is tired,
It hasn't warming,
Just gives coldness
Twilight of my faith,
That beached on distant shores,
"The maschine rests,
The creator rotting"
Pulling Teeth of gears
I'll stop
If I can go between them,
Rigid traps throwed
Before the rabid
Soon dodges them
In another time
Pike punches trough the flesh
Muscle goes tension
It's Injured body,
What the forest will growing around
It need to be ressurected
Across a pure system
I don't wanna die
In the belly of the leech.
The "glass of now"
Filled with desires,
Mixing with sublimed medicals
Flow on wings of wind-love
I don't wanna smell of my future.
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