Testo di 'Gloom Of The Grave' di Miscreant (Rússia)

Black crosses extend to endless far
From graveyards allies, fan ice-cold.
Remains of the dead purify in gloom of graves.
Different human fates have been buried there.
Dark of digged grave
Waits for her prisoner.
Life Philosophy will conceal in the dark,
Dark will hide joy and suffering.
Rest in Pain in Gloom of the Grave.
Thousands of the dead lie in damp gloom
of black eternity
Love and hate are erased to ash,
Natural death, murders and diseases -
Everything will conceal in gloom of the grave.
Empty Eye sockets 'look' into empty black of the Beyond
Which opens the door
To unknown way for existence
Of vanished human souls
In Gloom Of The Grave
Philosophy of death compels submitting
Course of time in side of grave cold
End of Life...
...What's after it?
Black crosses extend to the endless far
From graveyards allies, fan ice-cold.
Remains of the dead putrefy in gloom of graves.
Different human fates have been buried there.
Last cry on edge of grave,
Last handful of the ground.
Every where's gloom and dark
Around the dead
No more connection with sunny world,
Gloom of the grave is light
Of the BEYOND.