Текст песни IV. Thy Light - I Am The Bitter Taste Of Gall
- Исполнитель: IV. Thy Light
- Название песни: I Am The Bitter Taste Of Gall
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I contemplate the decaying force of the forged nature, that I have been forced to admire. None of this is more special then a bitter draft at sunrise.I am just flesh attached to bones that serve no other purpose, other than rotting;
The beauty of everything that has ever yearned to be beautyful is just makeup on existentialist dross;
I am the bitter taste of gall that circulates in the veins of those who still consider the eternal penitence a godly gift.
All your idols are dead, they died in vain, what for?
...Life??????
Я созерцаю ослабевающую силу фальшивой природы, которую меня заставили обожать. Ничего особенного кроме горького рисунка восхода.
Я просто плоть прикреплённая к костям, которая не имеет никакой цели кроме как гнить.
Красота всего что когда либо стремилось быть красивым всего лишь макияж экзистенциалистического остатка.
Я горький вкус злобы которая циркулирует в венах тех кто до сих пор чтит бесконечное сожаление божественного дара.
Все ваши идолы мертвы, они умерли напрасно, ради чего?
...Жизнь??????
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I CONTEMPLATE THE DECAYING FORGE OF THE FORGED NATURE, THAT I Have Been Forced to Admire. None of this is More Special Then A Bitter Draft At Sunrise.I Am Just Flesh Attached to Bones That Serve No Other Purpose, Other Than Rotting;
The Beauty of Everything THAT HAS Ever Yearned to Be Beautyful Is Just Makeup On Existentialist Dross;
I am The Bitter Taste of Gall That Circulates In The Veins of Those WHO Still Consider The Eternal Penitense A Godly Gift.
ALL YOUR IDOLS ARE DEAD, THEY DIED IN VAIN, WHAT FOR?
... life ??????
I contemplate the relaxing force of the false nature, which I was forced to adore. Nothing special except the bitter figure of sunrise.
I'm just flesh attached to the bones, which has no goal except to rot.
The beauty of everything that ever sought to be beautiful only makeup of an existentialistic residue.
I am a bitter taste of anger that circulates in the veins of those who still honor the infinite regret of the Divine Dara.
All your idols are dead, they died in vain, for what?
...Life??????