Décembre Noir - Thorns / The Forsaken Earth | Текст песни

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Thorns

One great metamorphosis arises
Across my pitiful life
Since I am your earth's depression

Three long nails are enough
Around to cover the wood
When rusty thorns numb my senses

I taste sweetness of the crucifixion
Let me bleed among the crown
You can never give your face my pain

Upon death's mountain I wait for the stars
I still feel the hungry touch of the sun
Flames that burn my tortured barren skin

But the cross makes me strong
For what I become
I am your captive butterfly
So high beneath the sky

And I close my sleepy eyes
Fall with my thoughts and you
To a forlorn red temple that cries
For the lament of broken dreams and oaths

You've swallowed up the shiny fruits of my love
The kisses that you've given were not honest
Only your greed for mind devastation
Slowly I kiss the final line of own self-righteousness

I hear and see the clouds cry - Your heaven's black water sigh

Inside this storm I am alone
Like a useless stone that must atone
Within a cold perdition's fire
The doomed man underneath the salt of your tragedies mire

The Forsaken Earth

Unhallowed soil among feet and body
Enslaved by the smoke of steel machines
Inside a poison garden from god's hand
My path way of nothingness
Bitterness licks my wounds and my limbs
When I look through the ruins of my streets
When I pray for my dead brothers and sisters
Without peace inside my confused mind

Painted in grey the barren fatherland
Fallen with the failed king upon life's chessboard
Like the proud warrior's hearts
I am the last, I am the blood - I am the doomed man

My longest journey has just begun
Inside a labyrinth of thorns and blood
So far away from the human nature
Deep within a tomb of atonement

With sorrow in these sleepy eyes I crawl away
In the cold rain
But carried by hope and faith

I follow - red rivers - full of despair
To the gates of the hidden sun
For my tomorrow without pain... without pain

Unhallowed soil among feet and body
Enslaved by the smoke of steel machines
Inside a poison garden from god's hand
My path way of nothingness
Bitterness licks my wounds and my limbs
When I look through the ruins of my streets
When I pray for my dead brothers and sisters
Without peace inside my confused mind

I am the last - The isolation - The Blood - The Mourning - I am The forsaken earth

Unhallowed soil among feet and body
Enslaved by the smoke of steel machines
Inside a poison garden from god's hand
My path way of nothingness