Testo di 'Нити судьбоносной узлы' di Nokturnal Mortum

A groan of dark wood throughout my daring soul
Rides like a wild hunt and falls like mountain stream of thoughts
A gloom that stole the soil emorisoned buried land inside itself
Strangled in embrace of dusk without fresher gulp of life
Its palms upon the tremor of the rind without a vile call of weakness and pain

The better taste of blood and chill of death, the proud songs of wind
Branches the lands of dead they seize its lead with fears
Death is not dreadful while you are young
Or when being old you want to pass away
Still his lands reak out for the stars searching for the Thread of Skjuld
Be you the winged one your fate is not to for rot in grave

But he spits poison afraid of his own shadow
Sign of Enuy is a true stigma of egoism
Always drunk of false optimism
Death and vice its lesson it missed
A call of madness a heap of misunderstandings

Its morals and principle are left to rot in dirt
One gathers mud he's living fast
Smashing hands to blood from the senseless spite
One stakes himself and throws a coin
While staring at the gun one looks into her eyes

One finds defense beneath worm's ominous star
He feeds its blood to parasite poisoned buried in the dust of time
And wind still howls against this silence
He steals the weerings from the ancient woods

When Lady Sorrow kiss the graveyards
She feeds the burial beast with the wine of blood
And the devil still laughs and hisses greedy breaks his fangs in the malicious grins
Replacing with daydreams the likeness of life
For creature that feeds upon the lifes
While someone is fighting the other
Is just spitting there are also the ones laughing at them both

One losts himself in the search for passion
Another one shall bury his love in crypts of inmost fears
Death with a Scythe would banish hope rip open a rotten soul with storms
A desert demon shall die by drops of rain
And feed the lost soul with its poisoned blood