Comatose Vigil - Fuimus, Non Sumus... | Текст песни

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impressions… psychotic and cruel…
bitter fruits of uncovered reality…
when life becomes pointless
it seems to be especially derisive…
leprous thoughts are so shameful…
like a tiny worm within…
sudden pain breaking a fragile
inner balance… a departure…
one minute’s silence in remembrance
of carnal desires and chastity…
withered flowers shall never rise
from their lethargic sleep…
static torpor… fall into oblivion…
to the sound of a weeping bell…
where words are devoted to those
who keeps silence eternally…

we die therefore we are…
we are no more… as we were…
there is no hope for tomorrow…
there is no god in the empty sky…

exhausted days and years
engaged with nothing…
burnt moments of the past… at last…

desperation comes with the phobia
of mental impairment and loneliness…
sultry nights spent in expectation
of the inevitable gallows…
hollow puppets… mythical progeny…
what shall remain after all?..
only pages can save and remind…
until they reduce to ashes…