Текст песни Grey Heaven Fall - The Lord Is Blissful In Grief
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- Название песни: The Lord Is Blissful In Grief
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Славься, наш Господь, в таинстве погибели,Смотри на смерть и горе сынов своих,
Коими наполнены могилы, и мать земля давно пожрала их...
Кто прожил жизнь под гнойным сиянием твоим
В поиске тебя, когда ты был средь них.
Мертвые поют тебе молчанием,
Они в твоих чертогах тьмы, блаженны и пусты,
В объятьях Бога, давшего им когда-то жизнь,
Чтоб видеть смерть, и смерть, что будут созерцать они...
Блажен Господь во скорби, в холоде усопших,
В нищете рассудка голодающих,
Господь, блаженный в боли, в мерзости блаженный,
Огнем презрения всепожирающий!
Грядет тот день, когда зловоние Господа
Наполнит опустевшие тела
Когда-то жаждущих Царства Божьего...
Те, кто жив, пропойте трижды в священной радости:
«Блажен Господь во скорби нашей и в смерти!»
В безграничной жажде слов объясняющих
Берега полюсов разнородных истерзаны,
Скрижали господни помазаны рвотою псов проказных
И свиньи жаждут припасть к силуэтам крестов.
Отче! Твои скрижали рухнули...
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1. The Lord is Blissful in Grief
Famed be our God in the sacrament of perdition!
Behold death and woe of your sons, who filled the graves
With themselves being devoured by Mother Earth...
Who wasted their lives under your purulent shine,
Blindly searching for you...Though you were amongst them
The dead sing their fame to you with silence
In your halls of darkness. They are so blissful and empty
In the embrace of God given life to them.
So they could see death... And death they will behold;
Blissful be our God in grief and cold of the dead,
In beggar minds of striving ones,
God is blissful in pain,
Blissful in filth,
Omnivorous with your flame of scorn!
One day the stench of God
Will fill the empty bodies
Of craving after Heaven…
You, who are still alive, sing thrice in your holy rapture -
Blissful be God in our grief and death!
Shores and poles are mutilated
In endless thirst for clarifying words;
God's tablets are spread with the vomit of leprous dogs;
And pigs are longing for pressing themselves to crosses.
Our Father! Your tablets are ruined!
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Glory, our Lord, in the mystery of destruction,Behold the death and grief of your sons,
The graves are filled with which, and the mother earth has devoured them long ago ...
Who lived life under your festering radiance
Looking for you when you were among them.
The dead sing to you in silence
They are in your halls of darkness, blessed and empty,
In the arms of God, who once gave them life,
To see death, and death that they will behold ...
Blessed is the Lord in sorrow, in the cold of the dead,
In the misery of the mind of the starving,
Lord, blessed in pain, blessed in abomination,
All-devouring fire of contempt!
The day is coming when the stench of the Lord
Will fill empty bodies
Once upon a time hungry for the Kingdom of God ...
For those who are alive, chant three times in sacred joy:
"Blessed is the Lord in our sorrow and in death!"
In an endless thirst for explanatory words
The shores of different poles are torn apart,
The tablets of the Lord are anointed with the vomit of the leprous dogs
And the pigs are eager to fall to the silhouettes of the crosses.
Father! Your tablets have collapsed ...
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1. The Lord is Blissful in Grief
Famed be our God in the sacrament of perdition!
Behold death and woe of your sons, who filled the graves
With themselves being devoured by Mother Earth ...
Who wasted their lives under your purulent shine,
Blindly searching for you ... Though you were amongst them
The dead sing their fame to you with silence
In your halls of darkness. They are so blissful and empty
In the embrace of God given life to them.
So they could see death ... And death they will behold;
Blissful be our God in grief and cold of the dead,
In beggar minds of striving ones,
God is blissful in pain,
Blissful in filth,
Omnivorous with your flame of scorn!
One day the stench of god
Will fill the empty bodies
Of craving after Heaven ...
You, who are still alive, sing thrice in your holy rapture -
Blissful be God in our grief and death!
Shores and poles are mutilated
In endless thirst for clarifying words;
God's tablets are spread with the vomit of leprous dogs;
And pigs are longing for pressing themselves to crosses.
Our Father! Your tablets are ruined!